Chapter 82: First Volume, Chapter 82: Escort to Prison

First Volume, Chapter 82: Escort to Prison

Yet Tie Feiying gritted his teeth and made a "please" gesture, signaling Xu Mo to act.

Seeing Tie Feiying not only stay but urge them to arrest quickly, Xu Mo's face darkened instantly; he coldly said: "This is none of your business—leave now!"

Tie Feiying's heart trembled with dread; arresting the son of the Minister of War was something he had never dared even imagine before.

But the Jingzhao Yin had issued a direct order: the man must be brought back, no matter who he was.

Although the Jingzhao Yin did not name Qin Feng outright, the implication in every word was clear.

"Please, Officer Xu, enforce the law impartially and apprehend the troublemakers," Tie Feiying threw caution to the wind, his tone utterly firm.

The crowd was greatly astonished by Tie Feiying's attitude.

Especially Gao Song, who had held no great hope for this junior constable, now realized the King of Hell is easier to deal with than the Little Ghosts!

Gao Song immediately reignited his hope and shouted loudly:

"Qin Feng gathered a mob to incite unrest and stir the people toward rebellion! The Jingzhao Yin, impartial as iron, has sent men to apprehend the troublemakers—truly admirable! Tie Feiying, why are you still standing? Arrest Qin Feng at once!"

The Jingzhao Yin and City Patrol Bureau had both moved; the three squads of Yamen Runners were meant to assist the City Patrol soldiers, with the City Patrol leading the operation.

But Xu Mo clearly had no intention of arresting Qin Feng; hearing Gao Song's words, Tie Feiying understood at once and gave a command: the three squads of Yamen Runners were to act immediately.

Since it was the Jingzhao Yin's order, the three squads dared not hesitate—they pushed forward, ready to force their way through.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaofu rushed to shield Qin Feng, shouting at Tie Feiying: "You dare arrest my Young Master? Tie Feiying, do you not want to keep your post as constable?!"

Shu Feng also stood guard beside Qin Feng; the servants of the Dragon-Tiger Gang, who had been dismantling their own posts, now rushed back, wielding clubs to surround Qin Feng in three layers, adopting a do-or-die stance.

Tie Feiying's heart was weighed down heavily.

On one side was the noble son of the Minister of War; on the other, the Jingzhao Yin's death order—there was no way out.

But two harmful weights choose the lighter—Tie Feiying hardened his heart and resolved to enforce the law impartially.

"All unrelated persons disperse at once! Otherwise, you will be charged with obstructing official duties! Three squads of Yamen Runners, listen: arrest Qin Feng! Anyone who resists will be treated as an accomplice and detained together!"

With these words, the three squads gained courage and drew their blades.

Seeing the enemy dare draw weapons, the City Patrol soldiers did not hold back—they drew swords and raised halberds.

Xu Mo, seeing this, let out a cold roar: "Tie Feiying, you've grown bold indeed—dare you draw blades against me? How dare you?!"

As he spoke, Xu Mo scanned the Yamen Runners and barked fiercely: "Arrest my comrade? Think carefully about what you're doing!"

Not just the Yamen Runners—even Tie Feiying's heart was in turmoil.

Just as both sides stood locked in stalemate, Qin Feng's voice drifted calmly through the scene: "It's just the Jingzhao Yin? Fine, I'll go—why draw weapons?"

At once, Qin Xiaofu and Shu Feng spoke in unison: "Master, don't be foolish!"

Qin Xiaofu's face turned deathly pale as he pleaded: "Once you enter the prison, even a Noble Youth will lose a layer of skin."

Shu Feng grabbed Qin Feng's arm directly: "Master, once you enter any prison in Jingdu—no matter which Yamen—it's easy to go in, hard to come out. Gao Song is clearly tied to the Jingzhao Yin; if you go in, he'll have endless chances to strike at you. Even your father won't be able to easily pull you out."

Seeing his servants so fiercely loyal, Qin Feng felt a wave of warmth.

To walk alone in this world, yet have someone care—how fortunate indeed.

But Qin Feng had his own plan; he shook his head, signaling Shu Feng and the others to step back, then walked toward Tie Feiying.

As he passed Xu Mo, Xu Mo reached out to block him, his gaze grave: "Brother Qin, this junior constable has no courage to defy the City Patrol—surely the Jingzhao Yin behind him issued a death order. From what I know, the Jingzhao Yin is connected to Grand Commandant Gao…"

Before Xu Mo could finish, Qin Feng smiled and interrupted: "Thank you, Brother Xu, for the warning—but I know what I'm doing. No need to worry."

Feeling the confidence in Qin Feng's gaze and recalling what had happened at Ji Wang Fu—where even the Manchu Civil and Military had been powerless against him—Xu Mo pondered a moment, then withdrew his hand; the soldiers stepped aside.

Tie Feiying, utterly unprepared for Qin Feng's voluntary surrender, was both astonished and grateful.

Though called detention, he bowed deeply and gestured with utmost respect: "Thank you, Young Master Qin, for your great understanding. The Jingzhao Yin has issued an order—I can only enforce the law impartially. I beg your grace, Young Master, not to hold this lowly constable accountable afterward."

Qin Feng understood perfectly—Tie Feiying was also forced into this; he had to obey orders.

But he surrendered voluntarily not because of Tie Feiying, but because the standoff could escalate beyond control.

The pro-peace officials had long been scheming to crush the Qin Family; they would seize this chance to accuse Qin Feng of arrogance, of abusing his contributions to the court and flouting the law.

The charge of gathering a mob in public could be trivial or grave—it all depended on a single tongue.

Moreover, Qin Feng was certain the Emperor would not stand idle.

This incident had drawn too much attention; the Emperor's spies scattered across the city must have already reported it to the palace—now it was up to the Emperor's judgment.

Under the respectful "escort" of the Yamen Runners, Qin Feng walked toward the Jingzhao Yin, then turned and waved at Gao Song: "Young Master Gao, hurry and raise the money for me—otherwise the interest will be too high, and I fear you won't be able to pay it back!"

Gao Song's face flushed crimson, but he gave no reply; instead, he bit his teeth hard: "Raise money? I fear you won't live long enough to spend it! Once you're in the Jingzhao Yin Prison, one word from me decides your life or death."

Zhao Zhangfu had held no hope at all, but seeing Qin Feng surrender willingly, he was overjoyed: "Perfect! Now that this bastard is in prison, we can squeeze him however we want. Torture and forced confessions are a given—even if his father pulls him out, he'll have lost a layer of skin first. Young Master Gao, please, let's go watch the show."

"Hahaha, this show is definitely worth watching!" Gao Song, as if exhaling years of hatred, strode toward the Jingzhao Yin.

Meanwhile, inside the palace.

Li Zhan hurried into the Imperial Study, his face grim, and whispered beside the Liang Emperor: "Your Majesty, Qin Feng intends rebellion—he has been arrested by the Jingzhao Yin and is now being escorted to prison."

The Liang Emperor, still reading Imperial Memorials, did not look up or pause his brush; only a sly smile curled his lips:

"Qin Feng intends rebellion? Hah. Everyone else in the world might rebel—but not this Qin Feng. That brat still expects me to help him make a fortune and grow rich beyond measure."