Chapter 580

"If you want to die, don't drag me with you! You haven't even figured out the identity and background of the one surnamed Chen, and you want to do him. Do your mother! The one surnamed Chen crushing you is easier than crushing an ant. Do you know that he has the Marquis Pingjiang Prefecture as a backer? Do you know that the one surnamed Chen is a martial artist, and a high-rank martial artist at that? Can all of you added together walk one round under his hands? And you want to do him! You've been arrogant for so many years, you truly don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth."

"Then what do you say we should do? Stop lending usury to prison guards in the future? Stop acting as a go-between to help people do things? This will reduce how much business and how much income."

"This matter needs to be discussed in the long term, don't be impatient."

"People's notices are already posted in our venue, and you still want to discuss it in the long term? Just say you're a coward."

"If you want to die, I won't stop you; from today on, you are no longer people of the gambling den, and life and death are up to fate."

"It won't come to that, it won't come to that. In the vast capital, there are so many prison cells and so many prison guards. We don't only do business with the Heavenly Prison. Without the Heavenly Prison guards, there are still Dali Temple prison guards, Censorate prison guards, Imperial Treasury prison guards..."

"I'm afraid other prison cells will follow suit one after another."

"That can't be! The one surnamed Chen relies on his deep cultivation and the Marquis Prefecture as a backer, so he dares to post this announcement without any scruples. The prison wardens of other prison cells don't have his confidence and courage; if they want to follow suit, they have to see if their lives are long enough."

"With these words, I can rest assured. However, the one surnamed Chen started this, if we don't do anything, wouldn't it seem like we're afraid of him?"

"We and the one surnamed Chen are like well water not interfering with river water."

"We must give him some lessons, let the one surnamed Chen know that we who open gambling dens are not without connections."

"You are truly looking for death! I won't manage this matter anymore, and don't implicate me afterward."

"Just say you're afraid."

"I'm afraid of death, I'll just say it!"

"Everyone don't argue. The one surnamed Chen has deep cultivation, but we are not without strong people in our hands. Everyone touch and weigh the pounds, and let the other party know some good and bad."

"Right, we cannot just let it go, we must let the other party know some good and bad."

The matter was decided, and the next step was the specific plan. Those who were timid withdrew halfway, and those who were bold were excited and unable to endure.

Chen Guanlou used three new regulations to rectify the unhealthy atmosphere of the Heavenly Prison guards.

Because he had beaten every prison clerk in advance, the initial effect looked okay. Inside the Heavenly Prison, the gambling between prison guards had significantly reduced its stakes. In the past, it started with a few coins of silver, but now ten copper coins could also be gambled.

Small gambling is for pleasure.

Medical Official Mu gave him a thumbs up, "Didn't expect you to really be able to think of a way."

"I don't mind the Heavenly Prison becoming a sieve, but I mind very much the Heavenly Prison becoming a hole." Chen Guanlou said so, "Everything must have boundaries. This bunch of prison guards, no one managed them before, and one or two forgot what boundaries are, and what can be done and what cannot be done."

Xiao Jin and Shi Hong, because of poor management and the prison guards under them committing crimes, were implicated. All were punished with three months' salary and three months' bonus.

As for the salary, both of them didn't care. The court's salary wasn't enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

But the three-month bonus penalty was truly life-threatening.

These two were implicated and fined so heavily. With their status as squad leaders, the three-month bonus added up to at least a hundred taels, and at most two or three hundred taels. With so much money, anyone would feel heartache for a long time.

The two were so angry that they became ruthless and severely trained the prison guards under them. Every day they took the prison guards under them to vent their anger. When the prison guards saw the two of them, they had to take a detour.

The encounter of these two spread throughout the Heavenly Prison.

Xu Fugui gloated and sighed, "Suffered heavy losses!"

Several squad leaders of the neighboring Yi-sized prison, "Tsk tsk... fortunately, I didn't work in the Jia-sized prison, the punishment is really heavy."

Other prison clerks who sat on the cold bench, "Deserved! Should be severely punished! Holding so much money and couldn't even manage a few prison guards, it's best to punish them to death."

The prison guards of the Jia-sized prison, "Fortunately, I didn't work under Wu Bantou Xiao and Wu Bantou Hong. Fortunately, I wasn't obsessed."

Wu Bantou Wu and Wu Bantou Wang, "It seems that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen really hates guys who double-dip. Be careful in doing things in the future; once you eat from the host, you cannot eat from the guest."

"Double-dipping has been the rule since ancient times, but it changed when it reached Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen here. I really don't know if this is good or bad."

"Why manage so much, just do your own job well, and the money won't be a cent less."

Chen Guanlou completed the initial rectification of the Heavenly Prison with the three-piece set of dismissal, fine, and new regulations, establishing his own authority. Of course, the new regulations he formulated must be copied and sent to the Ministry of Justice.

A certain official of the Ministry of Justice: The bastard surnamed Chen is acting on his own again, without even saying hello in advance. Making him, this official, seem redundant. Must report him. Whether anyone accepts it is not important, what is important is that he must draw a clear line and state his attitude.

Chen Guanlou got off work on time and ran to the brothel to hang out.

Returning home in the middle of the night, someone blocked his way.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the night for killing!

"Our boss asked me to bring a word to Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, don't meddle in other people's business and cut off people's wealth."

The martial artist holding a big sword leaned against the wall and said coldly.

Chen Guanlou looked at the other party's pretentious appearance and immediately laughed, "What kind of thing are you, worthy of nagging in front of me."

"Arrogant indeed! Today, let me, Mad Blade One Slash, try your skills and see how deep they are!"

"Just you, try me? Come! Give it your all, let me see your skills."

Chen Guanlou was relaxed all over, leaning crookedly against a locust tree.

The locust tree belongs to the yin, and someone must die tonight.

"Arrogance in words is not a skill. Watch the sword..."

Just this? Just this? Just this?

Looking at the unbelievably slow sword technique in front of him, Chen Guanlou yawned boredly.

Mad Blade One Slash slashed down with monstrous killing intent, thinking it was a slash without any accidents, but where was the person?

"Your sword is too slow!"

On the treetop, Chen Guanlou seemed to have no weight.

Mad Blade One Slash raised his head abruptly, unable to believe it.

Chen Guanlou put his hands behind his back and smiled contemptuously, "You are very lucky tonight, I will let you see what is called a real sword technique."

No wind!

But the leaves were dancing, and the branches were shaking.

When Mad Blade One Slash realized something was wrong, a "wind" sword carrying infinite sword intent killed toward his face.

"How..." possible!

The "wind" sword passed through his face, splitting his skull, and his body was also split along with it.

Mad Blade One Slash died, died in a dark alley, died with his eyes wide open, his eyes retaining the scene before death: how could there be such a sword technique in the world?

He was a dignified seventh-rank martial artist, yet he couldn't even walk one move.

Chen Guanlou landed lightly on the ground, his brows slightly furrowed.

Because it was his most hated part again: how to deal with the corpse!

Money can make ghosts push the mill.

He didn't want to deal with it, so he changed his figure, disguised himself, threw silver to the familiar corpse-sewing person, left the corpse, left the requirements, and then left!

Corpse-sewing person:...

At least tell him the specific identity of the deceased.