After hearing what the burly man said, Manager Lü did not stop him any longer and turned to enter the restaurant.

He paused for a moment as the two passed each other.

"Where there's life, there's hope!"

After saying this, he sat on the threshold of the restaurant, looking at the soldiers expressionlessly.

The magistrate of Jingshan County looked at the corpse on the ground and asked, "Wu Cheng, why did you kill Constable Wang?"

"Hahaha, Your Honor, this Constable Wang deserves to die!"

“My wife was six months pregnant and had nothing to do at home, so she sewed some sachets and perfumes to sell. Master Chen came over to buy some, but his carriage got spooked and hit my wife.”

"Fortunately, it's nothing serious, just some minor injuries. Master Chen knows he's in the wrong and is willing to pay two taels of silver to get my wife a doctor."

"As a result, this Constable Wang, I don't know what got into him, insisted that my wife was trying to extort money from us, saying that her injuries were not serious, just superficial wounds, and that she only needed to pay 900 coins."

"Hahaha, extortion, two taels of silver is extortion."

“My wife’s crushed sachet and pouch were worth more than two taels of silver, and he actually accused me of extortion.”

“My wife was furious and argued with him for a few words. He kicked her to the ground and kept punching and kicking her. He even said that lowly people don’t understand the law and dare to doubt the police’s judgment.”

“My poor wife was beaten to death in the street by him, taking two lives with her unborn child.”

“I appealed to the yamen, and the person who took on this case was your constable Wang, who is also Constable Wang’s father.”

"The father and son colluded with the officials and even claimed that my wife's death was unintentional, and that they would just compensate my family with some money and let it go."

As Wu Cheng spoke, he kept wiping the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He had injured his internal organs during his fight with Constable Wang.

He picked up the knife in his hand and continued, "So I took the money that the father and son had paid as compensation and bought this long knife, intending to send them down to join my wife."

Upon hearing this, Constable Wang retorted, "Your wife was the one who was unreasonable first. My son is a constable, and he certainly knows more about the laws of the Ming Dynasty than your wife. The compensation of two taels of silver is unreasonable. My son was just upholding the law. Your wife was just trying to extort money from people and got angry out of embarrassment."

“My son is a constable. How could he not fight back when your wife beat him? Who knew that your wife would hold onto my son for two taels of silver? My son got angry and hit her a little too hard. He didn’t mean to kill your wife.”

“Your wife’s death was just an unintentional mistake by my son. He even came to apologize in person. Why can’t you forgive him?”

Wu Cheng laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face: "Right? Your son came to apologize."

"But if he apologizes, will my wife and unborn child come back to life?"

“You say we commoners don’t understand the law, yes, I, a commoner, do indeed not understand the laws of the Ming Dynasty.”

"But I know that the laws of the Ming Dynasty are also laws, and the swordsmanship in my hand is also a law."

“What the law doesn’t cover, the swordsmanship will cover; what the law won’t do, the swordsmanship will do. You say we commoners don’t understand the law? Well, I’d like to tell you high and mighty officials that the swordsmanship in my hand is something you probably don’t understand either.”

After hearing his words, the magistrate lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. After a while, he looked up at Constable Wang and scolded, "Is your son sick? The person who hit the other is willing to pay compensation, and the person who was hit is willing to take the blame. Why did your son go and join in the fun?"

"Now you've been hacked to death in the street, are you happy now?"

Officer Wang, too terrified by the insults, gritted his teeth, grabbed his knife, and charged toward Wu Cheng.

Seeing the menacing blade coming at him, Wu Cheng felt a bitter taste in his mouth; he no longer had the strength to resist.

He closed his eyes, preparing to face his death. Avenging his wife and children was enough for him.

After a long time, the pain he had imagined did not occur; instead, he heard something hit the ground.

Wu Cheng opened his eyes and saw an old Taoist priest with white hair standing in front of him, while Constable Wang was lying next to the county magistrate, his life hanging in the balance.

Li Chang'an walked up to Wu Cheng and took the long sword from his hand: "What a fine saying, swordsmanship is also a art."

"If I hadn't heard this today, I would have almost forgotten that the true law of a country lies in the hands of its people."

"Coming from the people, returning to the people."

“Zhang Xianzong should remember this, and all government offices should write this sentence on their doors from now on.”

"Otherwise, if they hold office for too long, they will forget that they are also ordinary people."

"Who are you, daring to obstruct the government's investigation?"

The magistrate's face darkened upon seeing Li Chang'an and his group suddenly appear.

Just because a tiger doesn't roar doesn't mean it's a sick cat.

Although he was just a county magistrate, these people didn't take him seriously, which made him a little angry.

They really don't take the county magistrate's position seriously.

Just as he was about to order his men to fire, he suddenly discovered that the soldiers' bows and arrows were gone.

"Your Excellency, my master has had a long journey today and needs a good night's sleep. Please take your men back and we can discuss everything tomorrow."

Zhang Zhiwei took dozens of bows and arrows and threw them on the ground.

The magistrate looked at him, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

After a while, he cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Alright, I will come to visit again tomorrow."

After saying that, he left with his men.

When he left, he didn't forget to take the constable Wang, who was lying on the ground, with him.

As for Constable Wang's son, no one cared about him.

"Sir, are we just leaving like this?"

The advisor looked at the county magistrate in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

"What can we do if we don't leave? With so few of us, do you think we can defeat that Taoist priest?"

"Not to mention, there are two more Taoist priests in that family, plus the manager of Fenghe Tower. With them around, they definitely can't do anything to Wu Cheng today."

"And didn't you notice the clothes that Taoist priest was wearing just now?"

"Clothes? What clothes? Aren't they just the clothes Taoist priests wear?"

Upon hearing this, the magistrate glared at his advisor: "In Longhu Mountain in Jiangnan, the Taoist priests always wear clean and tidy clothes. When have they ever been so shabby?"

"Those people from Maoshan wouldn't wear this kind of linen. Only the Taoists from Wudang Mountain would wear this kind of clothing."

"Lord Yang just instructed us this morning to keep an eye on the vicinity of Jingshan and see if any Wudang Taoists appear. He said if they did, we should tell him immediately. Have you forgotten?"

The clerk then realized his mistake, gave a thumbs-up, and said, "Sir, brilliant!"