Chapter 98: Cheating one by one
The distance from Zhao Yamen back to Baima Prison is not long.
Colleagues in the prison were accustomed to his frequent back-and-forth behavior, but the number of people who came up to say hello dropped sharply.
The look he looked at Zhao Duan was filled with awe.
Zhao Duan himself didn't even notice that after becoming the Chief of Police and commanding a hall with dozens of people, his temperament had changed slightly in just a few days.
Every casual glance is tainted with a bit of majesty.
Commonly known as: official prestige
"Environment changes people. For example, the classmates I met in my previous life were laughing and joking in school. Later, after they went ashore and put on police clothing, they seemed to be different people..."
"Well, after I got off my horse and put on my prison uniform, I looked like a different person..."
Zhao Duan was filled with emotion and silently reflected on himself:
Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself.
Returning to the hall, he immediately drafted an "application letter" with a splash of ink.
To be on the safe side, he didn't completely trust anyone in Zhao Yamen.
Therefore, after he tricked Ma Yan into making a "ghost-killing sword" on the surface, he also needed to find another secret sword to restrain Ma Yan.
There are not many people who are capable of helping and trustworthy.
The old supervisor is one.
When the pen was gone, Zhao Duan hung up his wrist to put away the pen, picked up the paper, blew on it, folded it and walked out.
Outside the duty room, Zhu Kui happened to rush over and was surprised when he saw this:
"What kind of letter do you want to send, sir? Just leave it to a humble position. Why bother to condescend to me?"
As he was about to pick him up, Zhao Duan gave in and waved his hand: "No need, you are busy with your business."
After that, he walked straight towards the back office.
Lao Zhu, who was left with a flattering smile, was stunned in place, his hands paused in the air, and he was silent for a long time.
…
"You want bodyguards again?"
In the back office, an old eunuch with gray hair on his temples and wearing a loose official robe took his eyes away from the "Application Letter".
He frowned and said angrily: "What are you doing, you boy? You've only been to the imperial office for a few days? Just let the noisy civil and military officials in the court follow suit, so your majesty can save some trouble."
Lao Sun said he was tired.
I even regret a little, why did I push this kid to go from one extreme of doing nothing to the other extreme of doing trouble all day long...
Zhao Duan didn't smile playfully, but said seriously: "This time it's serious business, I need experts."
Seeing his solemn tone, the old supervisor also sat up slightly:
"How high a master do you want?"
Zhao Duan said without hesitation:
"At least I have to be able to subdue Mr. Ma."
The old supervisor's wrinkled face trembled, and he said in a deep voice:
"Are you going to subdue the 'worldly' martial artist, or do you want to subdue Ma Yan?"
This sentence sounded weird, but Zhao Duan understood it, and he was a little surprised:
"Is Ma Dugong a martial artist in the world?"
Mortal body, divine chapter, world, world, human and immortal...the five realms of martial arts, thousands of miles away, the wild warlock who rescued Zhuang Xiaocheng was in the "world".
Seeing that the old supervisor was too lazy to answer, Zhao Duan said:
"I want a master who can overwhelm Ma Yan."
silence!
The old supervisor was slightly moved, and he could decipher the dense amount of information from this answer:
"you……"
Zhao Duan explained with a smile:
"You don't need to think too much, you just need to be prepared, just in case something happens one in a million."
The old supervisor then breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"When do you want to use it?"
"Tomorrow. Well...if possible, it's best to arrive at my house before dawn, hide in the dark and don't show up, just follow me...you need to be good at holding your breath and not being discovered."
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered Jin Jian who liked to hide and peek at people taking baths, and said:
"Priest Jin Jian..."
The old supervisor shook his head:
"It's not safe enough. Just go ahead. Our family will make arrangements for you."
After a pause, he added: "The news will not be leaked."
The understatement in his tone was as if a powerful person in the world was ready to call upon him.
…
On that day, two things happened in the imperial office.
First, the Governor issued an incomprehensible order that all eight halls would be closed tomorrow, and that the Chief Inspector must stay at home and not step out of the house without permission.
Secondly, rumors say that all members of Lihuatang are ready and sharpening their knives. It seems that they will go out on a mission tomorrow, which is suspected to be related to rebelling against the party.
The combination of the two messages made people think for a while.
But Zhao Duan, who was at the center of the whirlpool, disappeared again.
night.
In the dining room of Zhao's house.
The family of three ate quietly. The beautiful stepmother sucked her chopsticks and glanced at her stepson from time to time. Under her dark green dress, her plump figure twisted uneasily.
"Auntie, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhao Duan held the spoon and picked up a piece of tofu filled with soup.
The main dish on the table tonight is a dish of "Cross Carp Stewed with Tofu", which was cooked by Eugene Hua herself and is one of her specialty dishes.
Since Eugene Hua talked too much during meals a few days ago and made him irritated, his stepmother has been much quieter during meals these two days.
Eugene Hua felt like she was being pardoned and couldn't hold it back and said:
"Auntie just wanted to ask if Da Lang's stay in the new Yamen went well recently... Auntie also heard some gossip at home. She said Da Lang was arrested. Many officials even offended Princess Yunyang."
Eugene Flower is a timid and weak character who only wants the safety of his family.
"It doesn't matter, it's all trivial."
Zhao Duan took a bite of the tofu cooked by his stepmother. It was soft, tender, and juicy.
"Mom, I just said, don't worry about him," Zhao Pan said with a straight face, as if he had seen through this guy.
"He will be a high-profile person if he doesn't provoke others." "Haha, not bad, still. My sister understands me." Zhao Duan stood up, put down his chopsticks, and threw the remaining half bowl of fish soup rice to her: "This is for you."
After saying that, he turned around and yawned and left. He wanted to recharge his batteries.
Zhao Pan's palm-sized face was left red with anger, and his hands holding the chopsticks were so hard that his joints turned white.
This guy really thinks of himself as a leftover!
…
A night of silence.
In the early morning, the air was slightly cold. After Zhao Duan left his house on foot, he looked around with a martial artist's sense.
He didn't notice the presence of the "bodyguard" and called twice, but no one answered.
"Have the people arranged by Lao Sun arrived yet... Do all masters like to pretend to be serious?"
Zhao Duan was helpless and simply believed him.
Alone, I walked towards Jinjiang Embankment.
It's cloudy today, the sky is gloomy and gloomy, and there is no Pei Kaizhi on the Jinjiang embankment.
After the fishermen from the capital arrived in groups, they were shocked to find that among the weeping willows hidden by the long embankment, there stood a heavily armed and murderous official in brocade clothes.
"grown ups!"
When Zhao Duan arrived, the four subordinates who had been waiting for a long time bowed their hands.
Today, all four of them are wearing soft armor, carrying powerful crossbows, covering their heart mirrors, and wearing long swords, making them intimidating.
"Haha, don't be nervous. We may not need you today, but we have to put on a good show." Zhao Duan said with a smile, easing the tension of his subordinates.
Immediately he asked: "Where is the Governor?"
Qian Kerou pointed to the prepared carriage in the distance.
Zhao Duan went there happily, and when he opened the curtain, he saw the eunuch with a stern, slender face and an unsmiling eunuch sitting with his eyes closed.
"You're here." Ma Yan opened his eyelids and said calmly.
"I'm here." Zhao Duan's tone was deep, as if two famous enemies in the world had met by the riverside after decades.
"Then what nonsense are you talking about? Where are you going to arrest people? Why don't you get in the car?" Ma Yan said displeased.
You have ruined the good atmosphere and ruined the fun... Zhao Duan cursed, walked up to the car, and waited for the curtain to be loosened.
The carriage immediately drove off into the distance, with the brocade robes from Lihuatang surrounding them.
inside the carriage.
Ma Yan had a sullen face and said suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
He had noticed that something was wrong. If he were to arrest him normally, his troops would be very fast, so he should ride on a fast horse.
Zhao Duan smiled and took out a small bamboo table and a plate of fresh fruits from the secret compartment of the carriage: "Brother, don't be impatient. Eat some fruits to cool down your anger."
Ma Yan stared at him expressionlessly.
Zhao Duan sighed helplessly and had no choice but to say:
"The matter has not been settled yet, and there are some things that are hard to reveal. If senior brother believes me, just sit quietly in the carriage.
No matter what you hear or see later, don't be surprised or make any noise. Just remember one thing: Only when you hear me calling you out can you show up. "
Ma Yan remained silent and closed his eyes, which was his acquiescence.
…
…
Zhang Han woke up very early today.
It's not special. As a Shenzhang realm warrior who is good at swordsmanship, he has the habit of practicing swordsmanship every morning.
The training of a martial artist is much more difficult than that of a sorcerer. They must not slack off. If you slack off for one day, it will take three days to make up for it.
As the chief inspector of Mudan Hall, he was well-known as the "King of Juan" in the imperial office and the first person under the governor.
He had a strict sleep schedule. No matter how late he went to bed last night, he would wake up at dawn, breathe in and out, practice his sword in the courtyard.
Wait for the dawn to fade, take a bath and have a meal, then arrive at the Yamen Dianmao.
Rain or shine.
But today, after Zhang Han finished his meal, he sat blankly in the hall and began to zone out.
The promulgation of the governor's suspension order yesterday caused an uproar among the eight detectives. Combined with the changes in Lihuatang, Zhang Han had already made some guesses.
I even had a vague premonition that something big would happen today.
"Master, master!" Suddenly, the Zhang family's porter rushed in and shouted: "A group of official servants from the imperial office are coming outside."
Zhang Han, who was sitting in the hall with his eyes closed to relax, suddenly opened his eyes.
The pinna of his ears moved slightly, and he could clearly distinguish the number of people from the sound of horse hooves outside the hospital.
In his mind, he even pictured the team of officers divided into several teams, each one surrounding them and blocking the path to his house.
"Master, there are officers and soldiers at the back door, looking fierce!" The cook also ran over in panic.
These servants couldn't tell which hall those official servants belonged to.
But as a human being, you can easily tell by instinct that the person coming from the other side is not good.
Next to Zhang Han, a heavy "seven-foot sword" lying horizontally on the mahogany table suddenly came out of its sheath!
While being pulled by the Qi machine, the sword hilt was handed over to the master's hand.
The Peony Hall Master, who was about thirty or forty years old, with an imposing appearance, fair complexion, and a somewhat paralyzed face, stood up and walked out of the hall step by step.
He could clearly see that on the walls around the courtyard, there were crossbowmen leaping up, locking arrows with shimmering cold light on his body.
"Bang!"
The door was opened, and the hell kings from Lihuatang filed in. The leader was his former subordinate, Hou Renmeng.
"Sir! The man named Zhang didn't run away!"
Hou Renmeng grinned, his muscles tensed up and he was extremely vigilant. Facing his former commander, he was well aware of the gap between the two sides.
Zhang Han glanced at him, then turned his eyes around him and looked at the black officer robe behind the crowd leaving Ru Lang.
Zhao Duan Shiran came over, stood a few feet away, and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, we meet again."
(End of chapter)