Chapter 379: Fishing for Law Enforcement

【There are a few thousand extra ahead, refreshing two chapters.】

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Many people dislike his filth, and they will actively avoid him…

Personal Guard: ……What are you being proud of?

The King's experience strolling Zhuque Avenue is unprecedented, no exaggeration—for example, when he saw a stall he'd never seen before, just as he squeezed in, the stall owner waved him off, saying, "Scram! You can't afford it! Come back later if there's anything left after I pack up~"

When a well-dressed passerby came by, the stall owner immediately broke into a smile and called out, "Care to try a sample…"

King: ……

I've seen that face before too!

You want me to pick up leftover rice? You… still have a bit of kindness.

The King angrily switched to another stall.

At the same time, this guy got interested, going stall to stall to pick fights, waiting for whoever bullied the weak and feared the strong to target a little beggar, then he'd let them feel the King's iron fist.

Commonly known as "fishing for law enforcement."

He picked a stall and then drooled in front of it…

But the imagination was beautiful; he had just eaten, so he couldn't drool over the unappetizing snack. The King had a brainwave, started learning Wei·Ni, holding his own paw and licking in front of their stall…

Ling President, hiding in the distance, finally understood what Zhao Bao had just felt.

He remained expressionless, but inside he was devastated.

If I recall correctly, the paw the King licked had just had dirt rubbed on it at Xihua Gate…

He Guang went to check the granary, returned to look for the Chief Steward, knocked but got no answer; the steward outside told him to just go in.

As soon as he entered, he saw the Chief Steward standing by the window, laughing hysterically…

He rarely saw Chief Steward Zhu show such emotion, and immediately wondered, "Chief Steward?"

What outside the window is so funny?

Zhu Ti turned his head, saw it was him, waved, and said, "Quick, come look—your master is doing a real-life adventure down below!"

"Your Highness?"

He Guang came to the window, his eyes almost blinded from looking, yet he saw no sign of the King. Zhu Ti laughed and pointed, saying, "Your master's begging attempt failed—he smashed the pot~ hahaha~"

He Guang was shocked, then saw a little beggar across the street kick the vendor's wooden bucket over a disagreement; the vendor swung his spoon, about to hit him!

"Is… is that our Highness?!"

After the shock, He Guang instinctively moved to help.

Zhu Ti shouted back, "Come back! What could you do there? His personal guards aren't moving—if you want to go to the kitchen, go ahead!"

He Guang: ……

The King switched stalls and found it selling fish cakes—little fish mixed with batter, seasoned, and fried in oil.

This guy tried his old trick again, but the stall vendor disliked him blocking business and shouted at him; the King shifted slightly, just as a customer inquired, and the vendor instantly changed attitude, scooping out a spoonful and tossing it into the pan to fry.

What a dog's nose the King has—he instantly smelled that the fish wasn't fresh, definitely more than two days old; the fishy odor and seasonings couldn't mask that stench.

"Hmph! Your fish is rotten! You're making ill-gotten money!"

The vendor flew into a rage, "Get out! Keep talking and I'll pull out your tongue!"

The customer, hearing the fish was spoiled, turned and left. The vendor, failing to dissuade him, angrily splashed his dishwashing water at the King, shouting, "Where did this smelly beggar come from! This smelly beggar deserves to have his tongue cut off! I see you're looking for death!"

The King kicked over the vendor's wooden bucket in front of his stall, "You scoundrel, you're utterly ruining Youzhou's reputation!"

All right, the King's fishing expedition succeeded.

Once they started fighting, passersby stopped to watch.

The King vowed to win a little golden figurine, pulling bystanders to judge: "……This vendor sells substandard goods, offers rotten fish, and even beats a little beggar!"

Ling Yin: ……

Little beggar…

He's taken his self-positioning very seriously.

Tang Qian stood outside the crowd, holding his horse, opening his eyes, closing them, opening them again; his deputy said, "Stop the fuss—I also see… it's our young master."

Tang Qian: ……?

Is this reasonable?!