Chapter 47: Beasts Bully People, People Bully People

After leaving the Zhenling Bureau, Jiang Qin and Su Lingwei strolled around Heitu Cheng.

It was a rare visit; going back just like that would be too dull, so they had to experience the local customs.

Jiang Qin's gaze swept over the stalls on both sides of the street. Perhaps because they were near the Frontier where Fierce Beasts frequently attacked the city, Fierce Beast meat, which was extremely expensive in Modu and Tianyun Shi, could be seen everywhere in Heitu Cheng.

When Fierce Beasts attacked the city, all Martial Artists in the city were obligated to resist them; the Fierce Beast meat from a kill naturally belonged to the killer.

Su Lingwei had already entered shopping mode.

Cultivating Flying Knives consumed enormous mental and physical energy; the Fierce Beast meat she consumed daily was several times that of an ordinary Martial Artist, so her expenses were considerable. Seeing so much cheap Fierce Beast meat on sale now, she naturally had to stock up.

The vendors looked at her like fat sheep, their eyes gleaming.

"Miss, come look at my meat—fresh from the Frontier today! Two hundred jin of Second-order Beast meat, strengthens the body and replenishes Qi, only 250,000!"

"Beauty, don't listen to this guy's bragging. His meat was indeed transported today, but the beast probably died last week! Nobody wanted it, so he dragged it here. Look at mine—it's the freshest!"

"Zhang Ergou, you son of a bitch, what nonsense are you spouting!"

"What? Can't handle the truth? Your meat just isn't fresh. If you don't like it, let's fight!"

"You—!"

In the end, Su Lingwei bought a full thousand jin of Fierce Beast meat.

Her随身 Storage Bag definitely couldn't hold it all, so she looked at Jiang Qin—the meaning was self-evident. The two often carried out missions together anyway, so it didn't matter much whose it was stored with.

"Alright, stop looking at me like that."

Jiang Qin waved his hand helplessly, and the thousand jin of Fierce Beast meat piled into a small mountain was entirely collected into his Space Ring.

At that moment, a commotion came from a shop not far away.

"Please, just give me something to eat. My child was just born—I can't watch him starve to death. Just one bite is enough, I'll kneel to you…"

"Brother, I'm just a shopkeeper, please don't make things hard for me, okay? Why don't you try somewhere else?"

A ragged man knelt before the shop holding an infant, the sour stench of hunger wafting from him. But the onlookers focused more on his empty left arm and right leg, sighing and shaking their heads.

Clearly, they were long used to such scenes.

"I know this guy—his name is Li Zhuang. Though not a Martial Artist, his body was much stronger than an ordinary person's. He used to work at a construction site, and through hard labor saved up enough to marry and have a child, but then…"

"Sigh, the day his wife gave birth, a swarm of Black-Toothed Rats came up from the underground pipes into the city. His wife was bitten to death by them. To protect the child… by the time the Zhenling Bureau people arrived, his arm and one leg had already been chewed to bits by those beasts—beyond reattachment."

"He's pretty pitiful too. The child was just born not long ago. How about we buy him something to eat?"

"Heh."

The moment this person spoke, he was met with snickers from those beside him:

"The moment you give him food today, the beggars in the east side of the city will get the news and rush over overnight. When that happens, the business on this whole street will be affected. Besides… the Public Security Bureau in charge of relief isn't worried, so why are you?"

Speak of the devil and he appears. A squad from the Public Security Bureau arrived, and the crowd quickly parted to make way, eager to see how the Bureau would handle this.

Interestingly, the one leading them was an ordinary person.

The team members behind him were at least Mortal Realm First Stage—this was unusual. Though not all of the Public Security Bureau were Martial Artists, someone who could hold the position of squad leader normally wouldn't be an ordinary person, no matter what.

"Damn it, not you again!"

Public Security squad leader Li Tao, seeing the man with the severed arm and leg, was visibly annoyed. Just yesterday this guy had been begging on another street, and Li Tao had had people throw him back to Pinmin Qu. He hadn't expected him to show up again today.

"You guys, take him back to the Bureau for me. Lock him up for two or three days and see if he still dares to hop around."

The team members behind couldn't stand it, but were helpless—who could do anything when the man had a deputy bureau chief for a father?

The surrounding civilians didn't dare speak. The crowd parted once more as a man and a woman walked over. The young man's voice was clear, his expression calm:

"The Public Security Bureau's duty is to maintain city stability and help citizens with their troubles. Is this how you handle refugees?"

"Who are you?" Li Tao turned around impatiently. Seeing more and more people gathering, he glared and threatened: "I advise you not to meddle. If you get in the way, I'll arrest you too!"

He could tell these two had extraordinary bearing, so he was somewhat hesitant, not daring to act directly.

But Jiang Qin wouldn't indulge him. In one step he crossed several meters to Li Tao's side, lifted the man bodily, his gaze as if looking at a dead man.

Li Tao hadn't expected him to strike suddenly. After struggling uselessly, he threatened again: "Cough… my, my dad is the deputy bureau chief of the Public Security Bureau. I advise you to let me go right now, or I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

But the next second, his head lolled to the side and he stopped struggling. The sound of bones shattering was heard with crystal clarity by everyone present.

They hadn't expected this young man to be so bold—to actually kill a Public Security Bureau officer on the spot.

The remaining officers' expressions shifted slightly. Though watching this second-generation official get taken down felt satisfying, having someone killed right in front of them was a different matter entirely.

Just as they were about to make a move.

Su Lingwei stepped in front of them and said lightly: "Are you certain you want to lay hands on an Investigator?"

The officers' eyes instantly cleared. So they were Zhenling Bureau Investigators—then never mind.

Casually tossing the corpse to the ground, Jiang Qin looked at one of them and pointed at the body: "Call his father. If he doesn't want to die, tell him to get here within five minutes. Of course, if his family has any other powerful figures, tell them to come along too."

Cut the weeds and dig up the roots—best to wipe them all out in one go and leave no future trouble.

Reality was this cruel. In these times, not only did beasts bully people, cultists bullied people, but even one's own compatriots used their power to oppress their fellow countrymen.

Jiang Qin didn't understand how they could be so audacious—perhaps because no one would punish them for it.

But since this matter had fallen before his eyes.

He would definitely purge them from top to bottom, 彻底肃清!

Not long after, Deputy Bureau Chief Li of the Public Security Bureau, upon learning of his son's death, hurried over by car.

Seeing his only son dead with unclosed eyes, rage clouded his mind. "Brat! It was just handling some beggars, and you killed Xiao Tao outright! I'll make you pay with your life for my son!!"

Deputy Bureau Chief Li's Spirit Energy erupted; his cultivation had already reached Linghai Late Stage.

He stomped hard, his figure charging toward Jiang Qin, the tremendous force cratering the ground beneath his foot. He raised his hand in a killing move, holding nothing back.

But just as he was halfway there, his speed suddenly slowed, then his body bizarrely collapsed to the ground. By inertia, his body slid forward and finally stopped at Jiang Qin's feet.

Someone rubbed their eyes and looked closely, and saw that Bureau Chief Li's head was rolling on the ground.

Red and white matter sprayed out, the thick stench of blood making people's stomachs turn.

What chilled the onlookers even more.

A dignified Deputy Bureau Chief of the Public Order Bureau — practically the pinnacle of combat power in an entire city — had died in a single exchange! They hadn't even seen clearly how that youth had made his move.