39: Are you worthy enough to come to my Demon Suppression Division to seek justice?

Qiu Rang and the Prince's steward were unyielding, facing each other down at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Division.

"Royal law? My Demon Suppression Division handles cases impartially, so tell me, how exactly are we disregarding royal law?"

"Heh..." The steward scoffed with a hint of disdain, "Why don't you tell me first, what impartiality are you upholding, and what case are you handling, by allowing your Demon Suppression Guard to cause trouble at my Prince's establishment?"

Earlier, Zhao Wu had already told Qiu Rang everything that had happened.

So, at this moment, Qiu Rang also felt quite confident.

"Are you treating your gambling house like the imperial palace? If a gambler commits a crime, why can't my Demon Suppression Division investigate?"

The steward said with a fake smile:

"If a gambler committed a crime, you should just go find the gambler. What does that have to do with my Jucai Workshop?"

Just then, a rather authoritative voice came from within the Demon Suppression Division.

"Who is making a commotion outside?"

As the words fell, a tall figure, seven feet tall and clad in dark battle armor, walked out.

He was a middle-aged man, with a face that commanded respect without needing to show anger.

Although he showed no expression, just standing there made everyone around him instantly fall silent, as if a heavy stone had been pressed against their chests, and even the surrounding air seemed to thicken and become sluggish.

Qiu Rang was the first to react.

A flicker of panic appeared in his eyes, and he quickly knelt on one knee, propping one hand on the ground, and lowered his head, saying:

"Centurion!"

This man, who commanded respect without needing to show anger, was one of the Centurions within the Demon Suppression Division.

It was no wonder Qiu Rang was panicking.

Ordinarily, although Centurions were stationed in the Demon Suppression Division, they usually would not intervene unless it was for extremely important or special matters.

But he hadn't expected that today's incident would not only reach the Centurion's ears, but also, coincidentally, this Centurion happened to be his direct superior.

A few beads of sweat appeared on Qiu Rang's forehead.

Today was truly unlucky; after arguing a few words with this troublesome steward, he actually drew out the Centurion.

Brother Jiang, oh Brother Jiang, please come back quickly. Your brother here can't hold on any longer... "What's going on?"

The Centurion did not tell Qiu Rang to get up, but instead asked in a calm voice.

"Centurion..." Qiu Rang was somewhat afraid to speak.

"Speak truthfully, it's fine."

Qiu Rang: "..."

Speak truthfully, he did want to speak truthfully.

But if he really did, wouldn't that be equivalent to betraying Jiang Lan?

To put it bluntly, if Jiang Lan had caused a commotion at Jucai Workshop because he was truly looking for demons or the like, then it would be understandable.

But the problem was, from Zhao Wu's description, it was clearly Jiang Lan's Civilian Servant, Zhang Wen, whose sister had been snatched away by ruffians.

That ruffian was also a gambler, so Jiang Lan went to Jucai Workshop simply to look for clues about that gambler.

A gambler and a ruffian, no matter how you looked at it, couldn't possibly be related to the words 'demon' or 'monster'.

They were indeed a yamen, but it was the Demon Suppression Division's yamen.

It was not the same as the yamen of Cheng Tian Mansion.

Qiu Rang remained silent, and the Centurion did not press further.

Across from the two, the arrogant Aura of the steward elder from earlier was completely gone, and he trembled like a little chick.

He had originally just wanted some benefits to make up for the deficit of Jucai Workshop for most of the day.

But he also hadn't expected that such a small matter would actually draw out a Centurion from the Demon Suppression Division.

If Prince Qing were to personally arrive, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of a Demon Suppression Division Centurion.

But he was just a housekeeper.

It was true that a seventh-rank official at the prime minister's gate was impressive, but the Centurion was a fifth-rank official.

Moreover, official rank couldn't explain everything.

In such chaotic times, the most crucial thing was to see who had the bigger fist.

Looking at the Centurion, his fist was clearly more than a little bigger than his.

"This... Centurion." The steward suppressed the fear in his heart and said, "We are here to seek justice."

The Centurion's eyes were cold as he glanced at the Prince's steward.

Just that one glance made the steward feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he dared not utter another word.

Qiu Rang was also a bit flustered.

It seemed the Centurion was probably angry.

Unlucky.

Normally, the Centurion wouldn't get angry over such a small matter.

But today, the Centurion seemed to be in a bad mood already, so he was purely unlucky, running straight into the Centurion's spear tip.

On one hand, he didn't want to betray Jiang Lan, and on the other hand, he had to bear the pressure. At this moment, large beads of sweat dripped from Qiu Rang's face, falling to the ground and splitting into several pieces.

Just then, a figure slowly and unhurriedly walked towards the Demon Suppression Division from a distance.

The figure held a large black bundle in his left hand, bulging, and seemed to be carrying another person tucked under his right armpit.

The Centurion's gaze shifted to that figure.

Seeing that the Centurion's attention had been drawn away, Qiu Rang and the steward, as well as the people behind him, all looked at the figure.

The figure drew closer.

Everyone also clearly saw his appearance.

The newcomer had a handsome appearance, with a hint of subtle sternness between his brows. He wore a black robe with the character ' 鎮' (zhen, meaning 'suppress') and carried a long saber at his waist, creating gusts of wind as he walked.

When the person reached the front of the crowd, he scanned everyone, his gaze stopping on the Centurion.

He unhurriedly placed the bundle in his hand on the ground, and also set the person down, then slightly bowed and saluted, saying:

"Demon Suppression Guard Jiang Lan, greetings to the Centurion."

The Centurion frowned.

Demon Suppression Guard? Jiang Lan?

Why did that name sound somewhat familiar?

However, he didn't ask, but instead looked at the steward again.

"What justice do you seek?"

The steward was greatly frightened and dared not speak for a moment.

Meanwhile, Qiu Rang, who had been kneeling on one knee, let out a long sigh of relief.

My ancestor, you're finally back.

After saluting, Jiang Lan picked up the bundle from the ground again, then scanned the elder who looked like a steward.

He wasn't stupid; when he saw this group of people, Jiang Lan had already more or less guessed their identities.

Coupled with the old man just now saying he wanted to seek justice.

They must be from the Prince's residence, no doubt about it.

The old man looked at the three of them a few times, then carefully pointed at the Centurion and said:

"This person, he allowed his subordinate Demon Suppression Guard to cause trouble at my Jucai Workshop, forcing the gambling house to close for almost a day, resulting in severe losses."

The Centurion looked down at Qiu Rang.

"You told someone to cause trouble?"

Qiu Rang shook his head repeatedly, cursing the steward's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

This sudden huge accusation was a bit difficult for him to bear.

What the hell do you mean I told someone to cause trouble?

Which of your dog eyes saw that?

But since the Centurion had asked, he couldn't possibly say nothing.

Qiu Rang gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

"Investigating a case."

The Centurion didn't answer, but instead looked at the steward.

"My Demon Suppression Division is investigating a case, and it's your turn to come here seeking justice?"

"Get out!"

The Centurion roared, and the steward only felt a continuous buzzing in his ears, then he simply rolled his eyes and fainted.

The group of people he had brought saw this, hurriedly helped the steward up, and without looking back, they fled as if escaping.