20: Chen Heguang: Am I Baihu’s uncle?

Evening, at the Demon Suppression Division.

“Everyone, eat your fill tonight! Plenty of wine and meat!”

The Centurion, clutching a jar of wine, couldn’t stop smiling as he took two big gulps.

“Centurion Sir is mighty!”

“Centurion Sir, did you really take that Mountain Lord’s head all by yourself?”

“Stop spouting nonsense! If it wasn’t Centurion Sir, was it you, you son of a bitch?”

Hearing this, the Centurion glanced at Jiang Lan, who was quietly eating below, his expression slightly complex.

But very quickly, he hid the emotions he had just shown, holding the wine jar and laughing loudly:

“Haha, that’s right, if it wasn’t me, could it be you, you son of a bitch?”

After speaking, he lowered his head and secretly peeked at Jiang Lan, finding that he was still silently gnawing on a chicken leg, and then let out a sigh of relief.

He truly didn’t know what Jiang Lan was thinking.

Killing a Bone Refinement Ninth Stage tiger demon was already a tremendous Merit for Jiang Lan.

With this merit, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to be promoted two ranks directly.

In other words, as long as he claimed this merit, when he reported for duty tomorrow, he would be a Centurion just like him, and could be called Sir.

But precisely, this enormous merit, Jiang Lan said he didn’t want it and didn’t want it.

And he even told him not to mention it to others... He was a Centurion after all; if it were before, it would be good if he didn’t order Jiang Lan around, how could it be Jiang Lan’s turn to tell him what to do.

But now, the situation was different.

Having witnessed Jiang Lan’s Qi Gathering Realm strength firsthand, let alone a Demon Suppression Guard under him, even an ordinary commoner, he wouldn’t dare to offend him.

Don’t look at Bone Refinement and Qi Gathering being only one realm apart, but the gap between them far exceeded imagination.

To put it this way, if they were to fight one by one, a hundred of him might not be Jiang Lan’s opponent.

If they attacked together, there might still be a faint possibility.

The Commander, that is, Qi Gathering Early Stage, and the more powerful ones were only Qi Gathering Middle Stage at most.

Qiu Rang’s thoughts churned, and unknowingly, the banquet ended.

After everyone dispersed, Jiang Lan remained in place, not leaving.

“Centurion Sir, I have something to tell you.”

Qiu Rang’s initial tipsiness vanished in an instant.

He waved his hands repeatedly and said:

“I’m not worthy of ‘Sir’, you speak.”

Jiang Lan didn’t dwell on the address, just opened his mouth and said:

“Try not to mention my strength to the people below. If the higher-ups ask, just answer truthfully.”

Qiu Rang felt strange.

What did this mean?

Not to mention it to the people below, but to tell the higher-ups?

However, despite his confusion, Qiu Rang repeatedly agreed.

“I understand, I understand.”

Jiang Lan nodded slightly.

Not letting Qiu Rang tell the people below about his strength actually had no special reason.

It was just that he didn’t like trouble.

As for social interactions, he liked them even less.

Having lived two lives, he still couldn’t bring himself to like those who fawned over the powerful and flattered others.

However, Jiang Lan also knew that his strength couldn’t be kept a secret.

If he wanted to improve, he had to kill demons.

And killing demons, doing it secretly once or twice was fine, but the key was that everyone wasn’t stupid; over time, his strength would inevitably be exposed.

So, instead of painstakingly hiding it, it was better to deal with it directly.

Anyway, even the Director of the Demon Suppression Division was only at the Spirit Gathering Realm cultivation.

It wouldn’t be long before Jiang Lan was confident he wouldn’t be weaker than him.

Therefore, hiding his strength and such things were completely thankless tasks for Jiang Lan.

He still wanted to kill demons using the channels of the Demon Suppression Division.

Otherwise, if he just walked around the streets by himself, when would he ever encounter demons to kill?

And that Green Lantern Sect... “Centurion Sir, please go back and rest early. This humble subordinate takes his leave.”

Jiang Lan bowed slightly.

The Centurion was so startled he immediately jumped to the side.

“You mustn’t! Jiang... uh... If you don’t mind, let’s treat each other as equals from now on. I’m a few years older than you, so you can call me, uh... Qiu Rang?”

Jiang Lan: “...”

“Brother Chou.”

“Aye, aye! Brother Jiang...”

“Boss, you’re here?”

“Hmm?”

Jiang Lan turned to look at the newcomer, realizing it was Yu Zhi, one of his Civilian Servant.

“What’s wrong?”

Qiu Rang, seeing someone approach, straightened his back, pretending nothing had happened.

“Ah, nothing, your uncle wants you to go over. Commandant Chen.”

Qiu Rang: “...”

Oh no, I’ve become Chen Heguang’s grand-nephew?

Jiang Lan glanced at Qiu Rang, then at Yu Zhi.

“Let’s go.”

“Boss, did you call for a storyteller? You’re chatting so happily...”

It was late, and Yu Zhi was just an ordinary person, so he didn’t see clearly that the person talking to Jiang Lan was the Centurion Sir.

Now that he saw clearly, he was immediately startled.

“C-C-C-C-Centurion Sir!?”

“Cough...” Qiu Rang coughed dryly.

“Th-th-th-this...” Yu Zhi almost knelt before the Centurion.

He was just an Unpaid Servant, in other words, someone performing corvée labor.

He was a commoner, and even towards a Demon Suppression Guard like Jiang Lan, who was also unranked, he had to maintain respect, let alone a ranked Centurion.

At the very least, a Centurion was a legitimate sixth-rank official.

His slight disrespect towards the Centurion Sir just now could be a big or small matter.

Small, and nothing would happen.

But if it were big, by the time the sun came up tomorrow, his head might not be securely on his neck.

At this moment, Yu Zhi closed his eyes and prayed, hoping the Centurion Sir didn’t know the other meaning of ‘storyteller’.

If he didn’t know, he might still keep his life; if, unfortunately, the Centurion knew... then he could be dragged out and buried with that dead Zhao Guisheng tomorrow.

“It’s fine, I was just talking to Jiang... hmm, about something. You two go...”

Hearing Qiu Rang’s words, Yu Zhi felt as if he had been granted a great pardon, constantly winking at Jiang Lan, his eyeballs almost falling out of their sockets.

Jiang Lan chuckled.

“Then Centurion Sir, this humble subordinate takes his leave.”

“Go, go...”

After walking out of the training ground, Jiang Lan looked at Yu Zhi with a half-smile.

“Next time you speak, remember to have a gatekeeper in your mouth.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Yu Zhi nodded like a pecking chick, “This junior remembers!”

“What does the Commandant want with me?”

“He didn’t say.”

“Alright.” Jiang Lan said, “I’ll go myself, you head back first.”

Yu Zhi, still shaken, leaned against a nearby wall.

“Then Boss, I won’t see you off.”

Jiang Lan waved his hand and walked towards Wuwei Hall.

The Demon Suppression Division yamen was not small, with a total of four hundred ninety-nine rooms, significantly larger than some large communities in Jiang Lan’s previous life.

There was also some distance from the training ground to Wuwei Hall.

It was already late at night, and after the celebration banquet, those who should have left had already left, so the entire yamen, except for a few rooms still lit by candles, was in darkness.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, bringing with it an even more eerie feeling.

In the corner of Jiang Lan’s eye, a faint, blurry red shadow appeared, but it vanished in an instant.

Immediately after, a faint, almost inaudible voice sounded:

“Give me back my head...”