"Mr. Magistrate."

The jailers bowed and saluted. Seeing Feng Yuan approaching, Wang Bao hurriedly said, "I promise you, I will get you out within three days."

"And my son." Sun Cheng thought that although his son was unfilial, he was still his son.

"I promise you." Wang Bao's face was gloomy. The county magistrate had already come. If he didn't agree, it would be troublesome if Sun Cheng said something nonsense.

But as he got closer, he saw another person following behind Magistrate Feng. It was Song Chi. Wang Bao immediately shouted angrily, "This is a very important place. How can you, without any rank or status, just come in here?"

Feng Yuan was right in front of him, but Wang Bao dared to scold him directly, which shows how arrogant he was.

There are only two officials in the county government, one is the seventh-rank magistrate and the other is the eighth-rank county magistrate. The heads of each class and the clerks of each department are all of the ninth rank, which is not high enough, almost equivalent to the section level. However, this is also an existence that ordinary people can hardly reach. Wang Bao is of the ninth rank.

He was the leader of two shifts and had always been arrogant. He knew that the current situation was caused by Song Chi's secret harm, so he scolded him directly after seeing it.

"Captain Wang is so arrogant that he dares to make loud noises in front of the county magistrate." Song Chi said in a neither light nor heavy tone. Those who are arrogant will eventually get their comeuppance. Wang Bao has met his end. This man has done so many evil things that Song Chi wants to get rid of him for the benefit of the people.

"Now, Mr. Song is the county's legal advisor. He represents the county and can freely enter and exit the county office and go anywhere. Why can't he go to the county jail?"

"Master?"

After hearing what Feng Yuan said, Wang Bao's face changed. Song Chi actually became his advisor.

Feng Yuan was too lazy to waste time talking to Wang Bao. He turned to Sun Cheng and asked, "This county sentenced him to thirty strokes of the cane after he was imprisoned. Why hasn't he been beaten yet?"

Wang Bao was stunned. Could it be that County Magistrate Feng came to the county government office just to see whether the caning was carried out?

"Come here, give this county magistrate thirty strokes of the cane." Feng Yuan gave the order directly, but no one responded.

The jailers looked at each other, then looked at Wang Bao. They listened to Wang Bao, not the magistrate.

Wang Bao crossed his arms, looked at him with a sneer and said nothing. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the fat on his face trembled as he waited to see the joke.

So what if you are the magistrate? No one will listen to you. In the Ji County government office, dragons have to coil themselves and tigers have to lie down.

"Yes, sir!"

Just when Wang Bao was feeling proud, Song Chi stepped forward. He was now the advisor, that is, the secretary beside the leader, and it was his responsibility to share the leader's worries when he was in trouble.

"Brother, use the stick."

Song Chi walked up to a jailer. The jailers were all given a short stick as long as an arm to watch over the prisoners. The jailer was a little confused.

"Here you go." He snatched it from the jailer and walked in front of Sun Cheng.

"Get down on your own, or let me knock you down?"

Sun Cheng was stunned and then stood on tiptoe and shouted, "You dare to touch me?"

Song Chi smiled, then raised the stick and swung it towards the back of Sun Cheng's calf.

"ah!"

Sun Cheng screamed in pain, but before he could say anything, Song Chi hit him with a stick again. Sun Cheng fell to his knees in pain, and Song Chi hit him on the back. Sun Cheng fell to the ground and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The prisoners in the county jail all stuck their heads out to watch, and shouted "good" from time to time.

"The fifth stick!"

Song Chi counted and hit again with the stick. It was really tiring to hit someone. He even wiped the sweat off his face. Sun Cheng screamed even louder. This was a real beating, not just a pretense. Each stick hit the flesh, and in a moment, blood had seeped into Sun Cheng's clothes.

"Captain Wang, save me!" Sun Cheng shouted.

Seeing this scene, Wang Bao's face turned ugly. He finally reacted and shouted at Song Chi: "Stop it now!"

"This county has sentenced the person to thirty strokes of the cane. Even if no sentence is issued, if this county wants to beat someone, will it take you, Captain Wang, a long time?" Feng Yuan stared at Wang Bao so hard that he could not speak at all.

That's right.

Feng Yuan was the county magistrate. He could beat anyone he wanted, let alone a prisoner.

"You still dare to ask for help? Captain Wang is your father. You have been convicted and no one can save you!" As he spoke, Song Chi raised his sleeves and hit him with a stick. This was the stick used by jailers to control prisoners. The stick was thick and dense, and there was no sign of it breaking even after several hits.

It forces the scholars to wield swords and guns.

Song Chi muttered to himself, he is a scholar, why is he doing this kind of work?

But there was no other way. Although Feng Yuan was the county magistrate, he couldn't even command a jailer, so he had to do it himself.

Song Chi knew that the breakthrough point was with Boss Sun. If he wanted to see results as soon as possible, he had to use drastic measures. The Sun family was a wealthy family in Ji County, and Boss Sun had often competed with the people for profit. He deserved to be beaten. What Song Chi said also had a deep meaning. He was implying that Sun Cheng was hopeless. He was forcing him to be anxious, and forcing the people behind him to be anxious.

"Save me, Captain Wang, Wang Bao, please save me!" Sun Cheng screamed and did not forget to shout.

Wang Bao was extremely anxious. He knew too well what kind of person Sun Cheng was. This man was a spineless person. If he really said something, it would be troublesome.

At this moment, Song Chi stopped, threw the stick aside, and said breathlessly: "Sir, I have already hit you with sixteen sticks. I really can't do it anymore. There are fourteen sticks left. I will hit you with fourteen sticks tomorrow. I am just a scholar and I really can't do this kind of work."

Feng Yuan couldn't help wanting to laugh when he saw Song Chi's miserable appearance, but he managed to hold it back.

"We'll fight tomorrow with the remaining fourteen sticks. Let's go."

After saying that, he and Song Chi left immediately.

They come quickly and leave quickly.

"Ah, it hurts so much."

"It hurts so much."

"How can I live?"

Sun Cheng, who was already fat, lay on the ground, screaming like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

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