165: Chapter 165 Punishment? Let's ask the brothers behind me if they agree!!

There was not a shred of reverence for his superiors in his eyes.

"Magistrate Lu, my finger, ah, it's broken, it hurts so much."

"Constable Chen attacked a superior officer. I beg Magistrate Lu to issue an order to execute him on the spot!!"

Chief Clerk Zhao wailed as he knelt, his face twisted in sorrow.

"Chen Yichuan!!"

"Do you know your crime?"

Things had reached this point. Although Magistrate Lu did not want to offend Chen Yichuan, nor Li Baiyi who was guarding nearby, or the terrifyingly well-connected Luo Cheng, he had to step forward and reprimand him.

Hearing this, Chen Yichuan remained full of mockery. "My crime? What crime have I committed?"

"I led my brothers to destroy the nest of Human Mutilation, and my brothers fought with all their might, only to be met with this Chief Clerk spewing filth!"

"Punish me? Magistrate Lu, ask the brothers behind me if they agree!"

Chen Yichuan's expression turned cold as he shouted loudly.

He then waved his hand, and a murderous roar erupted from behind him!

"We don't agree!"

"We don't agree!"

"..."

The men behind him, who had just experienced a bloody battle, shouted in unison.

This sound was enough to make the group of armchair soldiers before them, who were holding unsheathed blades, tremble with fear.

Looking at the pairs of eyes behind Chen Yichuan that stared like they were looking at prey, the armchair soldiers couldn't help but swallow hard and subconsciously step back.

It was only at this moment that Chief Clerk Zhao realized what a stupid mistake he had made.

A group of men who had just been killing in a frenzy, and he dared to shout at them? This was like lighting a lantern in a latrine—courting death!!

"Heh, my two lords, it seems the brothers behind me do not agree."

"Are you sure you want to take me down?" Chen Yichuan looked at the two of them with a mocking smile on his lips.

That gaze was as if he were looking at clowns—ridiculous and pathetic.

Before Magistrate Lu could speak, many of the armchair soldiers standing behind him felt timid, ready to run away at any moment.

Just as Magistrate Lu's expression flickered with uncertainty, Chief Clerk Zhao, the 'victim,' stepped forward, suppressing his pain, squeezed out a smile, and tried to smooth things over:

"Heh, Magistrate Lu. I am fine. Constable Chen was just joking with me."

"He knew my finger had a problem and helped me correct it."

Once these words were spoken, Magistrate Lu, who was also a pushover, took the exit provided. He laughed, "Haha, so that is how it is. It is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Misunderstanding?

Chen Yichuan and his brothers watched the two of them perform, and they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Oh, Chief Clerk, you really know how to bend and stretch."

"I admire you." Chen Yichuan gave a thumbs up, his mockery level maxed out.

Hahaha.

The crowd at the scene burst into laughter, one after another praising the Chief Clerk for being a great turtle who knew how to endure.

To this, Chief Clerk Zhao had to swallow his anger.

'Damn it.'

'If not for Li Baiyi, and the fact that a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist cannot enter... Otherwise, Chen Yichuan would be dead. Laugh, laugh as heartily as you want; sooner or later, you will pay the price.'

Chief Clerk Zhao's sinister eyes stared fixedly at everyone present.

Just then, Bang!

Chen Yichuan struck again, punching Chief Clerk Zhao right in those eyes. "Looking? What are you looking at? Stand straight for me."

Gulp.

Chief Clerk Zhao endured the intense pain from his eyes, facing the lawless Chen Yichuan, and had no choice but to take it.

"Ahem, Constable Chen, that is enough."

"Let us return to the matter at hand. You said the Beggar Sect Branch is the mastermind behind the Human Mutilation? Do you have evidence?" Magistrate Lu coughed softly, his gaze occasionally scanning the courtyard. It seemed he was looking for something.

Evidence?

Hearing this, Chen Yichuan snorted coldly and had Fan Changkong bring the evidence forward.

"Squad Leader Fan, bring those children up and let our 'upright' Magistrate take a good look."

"Very well, Lord Yichuan." Hearing this, Fan Changkong accepted the order and left.

Hearing these words, Magistrate Lu was in no mood; he did not care about evidence, but rather the situation of his nephew.

After a moment of silence, Magistrate Lu could finally wait no longer and coughed softly: "Ahem, Constable Chen, there were many people in the Beggar Sect who resisted during this arrest operation."

"I wonder, where are the people you captured being held?"

"Take this official to see them!"

Heh.

Hearing this, Chen Yichuan sneered. He saw through Magistrate Lu's intention to fish out his nephew at a glance, but unfortunately...

"People? What people?" Chen Yichuan smiled slightly, pretending not to know.

Hmm?

As soon as these words were spoken, Magistrate Lu's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable, wrenching pain rose within him.

"Constable Chen! You do not need to beat around the bush with me. Since you came to arrest the Beggar Sect Branch Leader Wen Liang, my nephew must have been captured by you."

"Let's speak plainly. Name your price in silver; I will redeem Young Master Fang Dalong!"

Magistrate Lu could no longer care about the many people present. A bad premonition lingered in his heart, so he simply stated it clearly.

Uh.

Hearing this, he put on a foolish look, scratched his head awkwardly, and said nothing. Because there was nothing to say; the person had long since been converted into his martial arts experience.

The dozens of people following him also revealed strange smiles. Yet, it was this smile that immediately caused the two lords' hearts to plummet to the bottom.

An ominous premonition suddenly arose.

"Chen! Yichuan! Where is my nephew, Young Master Fang Dalong? Don't tell me..."

"And my son, Zhao Erhe... don't tell me either."

The two men's gazes shifted from astonishment to bloodshot, as if they wanted to eat someone, staring fixedly at Chen Yichuan.

Seeing this, Chen Yichuan shrugged and gave a sheepish smile: "Well, congratulations to both lords. I don't know if you had a telepathic connection with them, but you guessed right."

It was also at this moment that Chu Jianghe, who had been ordered to dig three feet into the ground, happened to walk over. "Brother Yichuan, I have turned over the entire Beggar Sect residence; I even dug up earthworms and split them in half."

"Inside the Beggar Sect residence, apart from those present and some children who were under house arrest, there is no one else."

Thud.

Once these words from Chu Jianghe were spoken, it was no different than stabbing the two lords in the heart once more.

"My son!!"

"Young Master Fang Dalong! Your uncle failed to protect you!!"

Pfft~~

The two lords beat their chests and wailed loudly. Chief Clerk Zhao, whether because of deep affection or the internal injuries left by Chen Yichuan's beating, spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Two lords, there is no need to be so sad... Heh, look at these children; this is all the handiwork of those two beasts."

Chen Yichuan snorted coldly and pointed to the dozen or so children with severed hands and feet that Fan Changkong had brought over.

However, regarding Chen Yichuan's words, these injured children before him could not enter Magistrate Lu's eyes at all.

He saw his eyes were bloodshot, staring coldly at the crowd, sweeping over the children. Magistrate Lu sneered coldly: "Heh heh heh heh, how can this group of lowly commoners compare to a single hair of my nephew!!"

"Chen Yichuan! I will only ask you one thing: how did Young Master Fang Dalong die, and where is he!"

"Ah!!"