Chapter 116 Application for Arrest Warrant
At this time, the setting sun gradually set, reflecting the man's rosy face, like an old general on the stage.
"Hey, you're right," another member of the Red Flower Club winked:
"As expected of a 'young lady' from an official's family, she is probably well-fed, strong, beautiful in appearance, with fine skin and tender flesh."
The others also showed knowing smiles.
The leading man carrying the wine bowl glanced at the gang and warned: "Please keep your hands and feet clean. No one can touch her without orders from above. God knows what will happen next."
Everyone said in dismay:
"I know. But speaking of which, what's the point of arresting an official lady? Besides, she can see our faces. If she is released..."
"Don't think about it. Just do what Master Meng tells you."
The "Master Meng" they call him is the leader of the largest gang in the capital.
Among the common people at the bottom, there is the nickname "The Night King".
What's more, they believe that the capital belongs to the empress during the day and to Lord Meng at night - the people at the bottom cannot see the vast blue sky, and Lord Meng is the biggest figure they can see.
A group of people eat meat and drink wine.
Suddenly, I faintly heard noisy footsteps approaching outside.
"Someone—"
The leading man became alert and raised his finger to his lips to signal silence.
One hand holds the iron bar beside him.
"Bang bang bang!" Someone slammed the door hard: "Open the door."
When no one responded, a group of gangsters stepped lightly and approached the courtyard gate with weapons in hand.
The next second, there was a "bang", and the wooden courtyard door was kicked open by several pairs of big feet!
When the door collapsed, a group of imperial officials rushed in!
As soon as they met, these gangsters were all defeated and their fighting power was crushed.
"Ah, sir, please spare my life..."
The person who kicked the door was a police officer from Peony Hall. He kicked the man holding the stick right in the heart, and the cold blade was placed on his neck:
"Did you kidnap someone? Where is he?"
The man hesitated and said nothing.
An officer who went to search stood outside the door of the woodshed, glanced in, and shouted:
"Boss, there is a woman inside. Her dress is similar to the description."
The Inspector of Peony Hall’s eyes lit up and he said:
“Don’t act rashly and set off fireworks.”
One of the attendants took out the bamboo tube from his waist, turned the bottom to the sky, grabbed the drawstring and pulled hard.
"call out--"
With a sharp roar, bright red fireworks rose from the ground and exploded in the sky, followed by a plume of eye-catching smoke.
Russian qing.
There were thunderous horse hooves outside the hospital, and Hou Renmeng and Qian Kerou, who were also searching the east city, arrived at the same time.
"He is in the firewood shed and his identity has not yet been verified." His colleague from Peony Hall handed over his hand.
The two looked at each other happily, Qian Kerou stepped forward, drew his sword and cut the chain.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a beautiful girl in a skirt tied up in a dark woodshed, whining and twisting.
"Don't be afraid, we are here to save you."
Qian Kerou squatted down, pulled out the rag from the girl's mouth, compared it with the portrait in her hand, and asked:
"What's your name?"
The girl was extremely frightened and said timidly:
"Feng...Lianlian..."
Her green face was stained with tears, and she didn't know what happened.
Found it... Qian Kerou breathed out silently, smiled and cut the rope for her, saying:
"We are Zhaoya Lihuatang, a subordinate of Zhao Jisi, and we have been ordered to rescue you. Come with us."
Zhao Jisi... what dad said, that empress' face... White Horse Ambassador Zhao?
Feng Lianlian was stunned.
Suddenly thinking of Zhao Duan's bad reputation in the rumors, he couldn't help but become more frightened and shrank back.
Qian Kerou: "..."
At this time, footsteps came from outside the courtyard again.
At the end of the alley, a group of gang thugs wearing uniform jackets with red flowers embroidered on their lapels were approaching like a tide.
However, after seeing the officers and soldiers of the imperial office, his momentum froze slightly.
Among the crowd, a silver-haired old man in his fifties, wearing a coat similar to a Tang suit and wearing cloth shoes, walked over.
There were two oily and smooth walnuts in his hand.
Next to him, followed a young man with sharp eyes and a steady pace, as if he was also a practicing martial artist.
He is the youngest "Red Stick" thug in the Red Flower Club.
"Haha, why are you here, sir? Who is your servant?" The silver-haired old man asked with a smile.
The eyes of the men who were tied up and left in the courtyard lit up:
"Mr. Meng——"
Kong Wu, a fierce and unruly man, rubbed the hilt of the knife at his waist and walked out with narrowed eyes:
"Are you the leader of the Red Flower Club?"
Mr. Meng was used to being pampered, but after living in a "high position" for a long time, he still had some magnanimity, so he immediately nodded with a smile.
My heart is not as relaxed as it looks.
He didn't know who Xia Jianghou wanted to target, so he just obeyed his orders and ordered someone to kidnap Feng Ju's daughter.
A sixth-grade civil servant, although he was not willing to provoke Meng Ye, who was in charge of the underground world in the capital, he was not afraid either.
What's more, he had done similar dirty things more than once for Xia Jianghou, and he was already familiar with it.
But what he never expected was:
Having tied up someone's front legs, only half a day later, he received news that the kings of hell from the imperial office were dispatched en masse.
Like a mad dog, they searched all the halls at the same time.
Master Meng was so shocked that he had no choice but to rush over, but he was still a step too late.
"It's great if it's you. It saves me the trouble of looking for you."
Hou Ren suddenly grinned, showing his white teeth, and shouted sternly:
"Get it!"
Master Meng's expression changed, wondering where did the unruly guards come from?
Shouldn't we talk about it?
Why are you so reckless?
The red stick beside him immediately pulled out the iron rod from his waist, took a step forward, and the martial arts spirit burst out.
"How brave! How dare you resist arrest and defy the court!"
Hou Renmeng smiled instead of being angry, and slashed out with his sword.
Master Meng suddenly changed his color and hurriedly shouted: "Don't fight back!" Even the biggest gang is gangster, how dare they dare to fight against the government in such a big way?
Hou Renmeng was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. He slashed the red stick that could only defend himself until he vomited blood and fell to his knees. Then he spat defiantly and sneered:
"You know the truth, hey, you, a rat in the gutter, are you worthy of asking my master's name?"
He even knocked the two oily walnuts out of the old man's hands, raised his feet and crushed them hard——
Lao Hou is most annoyed by people who pretend to be beeping, well, my lord is an exception.
In the courtyard.
Qian Kerou helped the weak-legged girl out, glanced at the group of people indifferently, and saw that many people had gathered to watch from a distance, and said loudly: "Lihuatang is handling the case, and those who are idle should stay away."
Lihuatang...they are Zhao Duan's people...
Master Meng's face suddenly turned pale, and this "Lord of the Night" suddenly felt a chill running down his spine and his legs were trembling.
I wonder why I offended this little King of Hell?
My heart suddenly became anxious.
I just hope that Xia Jianghou will rescue him as soon as possible - someone has been sent to notify him before he comes out.
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The setting sun is like blood.
Zhao Duan was alone, sitting at the main seat at the entrance of Lihua Hall, holding a white rag and wiping his sword.
There was no one in the hall, except for a few civil servants, all of whom had been dispatched.
Within two hours, people were dug out of this vast capital city.
Even if nine halls come out at once and there are clues, it is not easy.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the hall.
The female Jinyi, who was born with a round face and particularly clear and silly eyes, returned, acting resolutely.
Holding fists and cupping hands:
"Sir, Feng Lianlian has been rescued and is safe and sound. Those involved, as well as the leader of the Red Flower Club, 'Meng Ye', have been brought back."
Zhao Duan didn't look at her, but still took his time and slowly smoothed the white cloth from the handle to the tip of the knife.
His tone was calm: "Bring Feng Lianlian here, let me take a look."
"yes!"
After a while, Feng Lianlian was brought in.
She has the typical temperament of a lady from a scholarly family, her skirt is dirty, she is quiet and nervous, and her beautiful face is both fearful and curious.
When he saw Zhao Duan's appearance, he was stunned for a moment.
My heart was pounding like a deer, and suddenly I wasn't afraid anymore.
"It's Lianlian, right?" Zhao Duan stood up and showed a warm smile: "You have suffered. Have the people below ever scared you?"
Feng Lianlian blushed, lowered her head and wrung her fingers, and said timidly: "No...no, Sister Kerou treats me very well."
Zhao Duan laughed heartily and said: "That's good. Your father and I are good friends. When he learned that you were lost, he came to look for me. Fortunately, you found me. But Rou, you can send it to me personally. She went home and informed Lao Feng so that he could feel at ease."
Ah, father's friend?
Feng Lianlian was at a loss and subconsciously gave a gift:
"Thank you...uncle."
...What's in your eyes? I'm obviously my brother, okay...Okay, who told me to call him Feng Ju's friend? There's a gap in seniority... Zhao Duan's eyes were filled with resentment.
He also summoned Hou Renmeng, and after a brief inquiry, he ordered him to send "Master Meng" to the imperial prison: "Go and keep an eye on it yourself, lest this old local snake has connections in the imperial prison, and deal with it severely. Let him speak and confess Xia Jianghou."
Hou Ren asked fiercely: "What if he insists on not saying anything?"
Zhao Duan glanced at him: "Do you still need my orders?"
Hou Ren suddenly grinned and turned away——
For a gang leader like Mr. Meng, there are no clean people under his command. There is no need to interrogate him. He can be shot a hundred times and he will not be found unjust.
There is no psychological burden on him when he is tortured.
Zhao Duan called Shen Juan and Zheng Laojiu again and ordered:
"Brothers from other halls, thank you for your hard work. Lao Zheng, please take some money from your account and treat them to a drink. Give them more from Peony Hall, including the money for Zhang Han to repair the gate..."
When it came to repairing the door, he was a little speechless.
Zhang Han is considered to be the number one person after all, and his salary is not low, so why is he still thinking about scoring a goal?
He shook his head and said: "Shen Juan, please ask our people in the hall to wait and not go to the office. We may have to go out tonight."
Shen Juan was startled: "Sir, do you want to..."
Zhao Duan smiled and did not explain.
I raised my head and glanced at the setting sun like blood in the western sky. The pears in the courtyard were all plated with a layer of gold.
Once the witness is caught, the next step is to strike while the iron is hot.
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Governor's Hall.
When Zhao Duan arrived, he saw Ma Yan waiting for a long time in the spacious and majestic room.
The eunuch, who had a slender face, messy eyebrows and a gloomy and cold temperament, said calmly: "Here you come? Please explain."
As the governor, he had already learned about it as soon as Jiutang was dispatched at the same time.
But he didn't intervene to stop him, nor asked. He just waited for Zhao Duan to come and explain.
"Senior brother is really calm."
Zhao Duan smiled and offered him free flattery.
He liked nothing more than flattery.
No money is needed, just talk a little and you have a chance to get gold coins. Is there anything more profitable than this in the world?
Ma Yan sighed helplessly:
"Let's get down to business, why are you going through all this trouble?"
Zhao Duan said seriously:
"The officer is about to report to the Governor to apply for a 'Driving Arrest Sticker'."
Ma Yan frowned: "Who are you going to arrest again?"
The word "you" is used well... Zhao Duan exhaled in a deep voice and spoke in a clear tone:
"Hereditary of Dayu, Marquis of Xiajiang!"
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Typos will be corrected first
(End of this chapter)