Chapter 249 My son is the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture!

Outside the gate of Qingtan Jingshe, Qin Zhaoyue was sitting on a wooden stool with a golden sword, which he had obtained by chopping down the Bodhi tree in the courtyard with a chisel.

She was sitting, and the other four were standing, including two Xuanji Guardians who were at the Divine Martial Realm.

With this situation, wow, who else could it be except the empress?

"Hey, Master Yinzhe, they've already called for reinforcements, what are we going to do?"

Qin Zhaoyue has seen similar plots before, which are nothing more than a comparison of backstage coding people.

A marquis emerged from the Nine Gates, and the eldest son was even the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, so their side must be at least at the level of a junior official in the Six Departments. They are already looking forward to being slapped in the face.

"Your Highness forgot that we cannot reveal our identity to the court."

"Then what are you going to do? If Jingzhao Prefecture wants to arrest someone, can we still fight them?"

This time Yinzhe chose to remain silent.

Qin Zhaoyue asked twice but got no response. She turned around and glared at Dou Zuan fiercely, "You don't care about this?"

Dou Chisel:?

What does he care about? Why does he care?

At this moment, the gaze from the side swept over.

Dou Zuan caught a glimpse of the teasing look in Yin Zhe's eyes, and dared not move, but quickly sent a message:

"Your Highness, you are joking. As your subordinate, I must obey your orders."

Tsk, Qin Zhaoyue curled his lips, "Waste."

Dou Chi: ...

A little over a minute later, Deng Hongyi, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, hurried over.

This speed is not normal. Unless he happens to be in Langyinfang, it would be impossible for him to be so fast.

Everyone saluted him, and even though he was not wearing official uniform, few people present did not recognize him.

Lord Deng immediately straightened his back.

He couldn't go to see the eldest son in the same attire as before, so while he was waiting he asked the servant to help him change his clothes.

At this moment, he raised his head and glared at the five people opposite him, with an expression that seemed to say, "You are finished."

Deng Hongyi caught a glimpse of his old father in the front and quickly walked forward, "Father."

"Hmm." Lord Deng snorted in a reserved response, "You can handle justice on your own, so don't bother with me."

He is not a fool, he has just been unemployed for many years and has been drained by alcohol and sex.

The meaning is very clear. Murder and arson are facts happening before our eyes, and there is no need to use power to suppress others.

Deng Hongyi bowed and turned to look at the five people opposite him.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice came from not far away, and an ordinary-looking gang member was pushing a wheelchair towards him.

"The boss!"

The members of the Nine Gates Gang around him all greeted him with respectful attitudes, and they felt at ease.

With the arrival of the chief boss himself and the presence of the prefect of Jingzhao, the other party couldn't do anything.

Everyone made way for the God of Wealth's Skull and it came to the front.

"My Lord, I am not feeling well. I apologize for my rudeness."

Lord Deng waved his hand, but his expression was not very happy.

His son Deng Hongyi just gave him a nonchalant look, without any intention of replying.

He knew about his father's private habits, but he kept himself clean and had little to do with Chengyuan.

His eyes swept across and landed on the Qingtan Temple which had been burned to the ground.

That's fine, after all, the fire didn't spread, and all that was destroyed was a house. The most I have to do is pay some money as compensation.

The problem is that next to the cut-down Bodhi tree outside the courtyard...

The body was covered in blood and flesh, with only the skeleton left, and a head without flesh on its cheeks stuck crookedly in the middle.

Under the feet of the emperor, even though he was the prefect of Jingzhao and had handled many murders, such bloody scenes were extremely rare.

"Who is on the other side? Tell me your name."

Dou Zuan took a step forward, and just this simple action immediately caused some commotion on the other side of Jiumen.

Their second-in-command was killed, it is impossible for them to not be afraid.

It was only because of the presence of the boss and the marquis that they did not collapse.

As a result, Dou Zuan just took out the four people's pass and handed it to Deng Hongyi.

Deng Hongyi quickly crossed over and arrived at Pangu County, Yunlu Prefecture, on the east road of Canglong. That was right.

"What about the other person?"

There are only four passes here, but there are five people on the opposite side, so he naturally does not recognize Zhao Tai.

Zhao Tai didn't dare to act pretentiously. When a common people see an official, they feel inferior to him.

He took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully, "My name is Zhao Tai, I'm from Fengjing, and my home is in Yuqian Lane."

"Oh? Tell me what happened."

Zhao Tai immediately repeated what he had said before, but explained his role in a little more detail.

Since there was no evidence, he just gave himself a good name.

It was said that he was invited to be a witness to see the results of the gambling between both parties.

“You mean, both parties made a bet, and Jiumen lost the bet.

Afterwards, he went back on his word and denied it, and attacked the four people, trying to kill them to silence them.

So, in order to protect themselves, the four of them 'accidentally' killed one and captured another, right?"

Zhao Tai's heart was trembling, but he still clasped his fists and gritted his teeth to admit, "Yes."

"Oh," the old marquis laughed in anger, "what a mistake!"

Who the hell failed to resist and cut someone into a skeleton?

Who would believe it if I told them that? It's obviously a lie.

Deng Hongyi's face darkened as his eyes swept across the faces of the four people one by one, and then he handed their passes back.

"Since there are witnesses here and the matter is clear, let's leave it at that."

As soon as these words were spoken, the place fell into silence.

The old marquis widened his eyes, unable to imagine that these words came from his son's mouth.

Even if there is no need to take sides, according to the law it is still a crime of murder and arson!

"Hongyi, you..."

At this moment, Deng Hongyi suddenly turned around and met his old father who was walking forward, and grabbed his hand.

"hiss……"

The old marquis grimaced and groaned. Deng Hongyi had indeed used considerable force, squeezing him so hard that it hurt.

Before I could ask, I was met with a pair of cold eyes.

The old marquis suddenly shuddered, as if he was being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast.

Something is wrong!

Even if the son does not show favoritism on the surface, he should still put the person in jail first after a murder occurs.

He had no control over how the case was investigated or how the crime was sentenced. He had done his best to catch the man, and the Nine Gates would not be able to threaten him with those bad things in the future.

But my son actually brushed it off lightly and even issued a stern warning now...

The old marquis forgot the pain in his hand for a moment and stood there in a daze.

Deng Hongyi looked at the God of Wealth's head in the wheelchair again and said quietly:

"You are the victim. If you are dissatisfied, you can file a complaint with the Jingzhao Prefecture tomorrow."

After saying that, he grabbed his father's arm and dragged him out.

The God of Wealth narrowed his eyes. Things were more serious than he had imagined.

"Wait a minute!" He no longer had the calmness and composure he had before, and his eyes were full of coercion as he looked at Deng Hongyi.

"The prefect's judgment is probably unfair. My Nine Sects are not a place where anyone can bully us!"

This statement has two meanings: one is against the enemy, and the other is a threat to Marquis Bowang.

He was telling the other party that he didn't mind a fight to the death!

Deng Hongyi stopped and naturally understood the threat contained in these words.

He looked back coldly, his expression completely unmoved.

"I told you, if you're not satisfied, you can file a complaint with the Jingzhao Prefecture."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and strode away, dragging his father along!