Chapter 98: One by one
The distance from Zhaoya back to Baima Prison is not long.
His colleagues in the prison were already accustomed to his frequent back-and-forth and two-timing behavior, but the number of people coming up to say hello to him decreased sharply.
There was more awe in the look he gave Zhao Duan.
Zhao Duan himself didn't realize that after becoming a police officer and commanding a gang with dozens of people, his temperament had changed slightly in just a few days.
Even a casual glance is tinged with a hint of majesty.
Common name: Guanwei
"Environment changes people. For example, the classmates I knew in my previous life were all so cheerful and cheerful in school, but after they came ashore and put on their police uniforms, they became completely different people..."
"Well, after he dismounted and put on his prison uniform, he seemed like a completely different person..."
Zhao Duan was filled with emotion and reflected silently:
Do not rejoice in things, do not grieve over yourself.
After returning to the hall, he immediately took up his brush and drafted an "application letter".
To be on the safe side, he did not fully trust anyone in the imperial court.
Therefore, after he tricked Ma Yan into making the "Demon-Slaying Sword" in public, he also needed to find another hidden sword to restrain Ma Yan.
But there are not many people who are capable of providing help and are trustworthy.
The old supervisor is one.
As the pen was moving, Zhao Duan put down the pen, picked up the paper, blew on it, folded it and walked out.
Outside the duty room, Zhu Kui happened to come over and was surprised when he saw this:
"My Lord, what letter are you sending? Please give it to me. I will not trouble you to condescend to me."
As he was about to take it, Zhao Duan made way and waved his hand, saying:
"No need, just go ahead and do your thing."
After saying that, he walked straight towards the back yamen.
Old Zhu, with a flattering smile on his face, stood there in a daze, his hands suspended in the air, silent for a long time.
…
"You want a bodyguard again?"
In the back court, an old eunuch with gray hair and wearing a loose official robe withdrew his gaze from the "application letter".
He frowned and said unhappily:
"What are you doing? You've only been at the imperial court for a few days, but you've already caused all the civil and military officials to get into a tizzy. Save His Majesty some trouble."
Old Sun said he was tired.
I even felt a little regretful. Why did I push this kid from one extreme of idleness to the other extreme of causing trouble all day long...
Zhao Duan didn't smile, but said seriously:
"This time it's a serious matter, I need an expert."
Seeing his serious tone, the old supervisor also sat up slightly:
"How high of an expert do you need?"
Zhao Duan said without hesitation:
"At least we must be able to subdue Ma Dugong."
The old supervisor's wrinkled face trembled, and he said in a deep voice:
"Is it to subdue the warriors of the 'world', or to subdue Ma Yan?"
This sentence sounded strange at first, but Zhao Duan understood it and was slightly surprised:
"Is Ma Dugong a warrior in the secular realm?"
Mortal, divine, worldly, empire, and human immortal... the five major realms of martial arts. The wild sorcerer who rescued Zhuang Xiaocheng from thousands of miles away was in the "worldly".
Seeing that the old supervisor was too lazy to answer, Zhao Duan said:
"I want a master who can subdue Ma Yan."
silence!
The old supervisor was slightly moved. He interpreted the dense information from this answer:
"you……"
Zhao Duan explained with a smile:
"You don't have to think too much, my lord. Just be prepared in case of an emergency."
The old supervisor heaved a sigh of relief and said:
"When do you want it?"
"Tomorrow. Hmm... If possible, it would be best if you arrive at my house before dawn, hide in the dark, and just follow me... You need to be good at concealing your presence and avoid being discovered."
At this point, he suddenly remembered Jin Jian, who liked to hide and peek at people taking a bath, and said:
"Priest Jin Jian..."
The old supervisor shook his head:
"It's not safe enough. You can go ahead. Our family will make all the arrangements for you."
After a pause, he added, "And the news won't leak out."
The nonchalant tone was as if the strongest person in the world was ready to come at any time.
…
Two things happened in the imperial court that day.
First, the governor issued an inexplicable order, placing all eight halls under house arrest tomorrow, and the chief officers of the police department must stay at home and are not allowed to step out of the house without permission.
Secondly, according to gossip, all the members of Lihuatang are ready and sharpening their knives, as if they have a mission to go out tomorrow, which is suspected to be related to the rebels.
The combination of the two messages makes people think a lot.
But Zhao Duan, who was at the center of the vortex, disappeared again.
night.
In the dining room of Zhao's house.
The family of three ate quietly. Eugene Hua took small sips of her chopsticks and glanced at her stepson from time to time.
"Aunt, please tell me what you want to say."
Zhao Duan picked up a spoon and scooped up a piece of tofu filled with soup.
The main dish on the table tonight is "Carp Stewed with Tofu", which was cooked by Eugene herself and is one of her specialties.
Since a few days ago, when Eugene Hua annoyed him by talking too much during meals, his stepmother has been much quieter during meals these past two days.
Eugene Hua was as if she had been pardoned, and could not help but say:
"I just wanted to ask if Dalang has been doing well in his new office recently... I've heard some gossip at home. It's said that Dalang has arrested many officials and offended Princess Yunyang."
Eugene Hua is a timid and weak person who only cares about the safety of her family.
"It's okay, it's just a small matter."
Zhao Duan took a bite of the tofu cooked by his stepmother. It was soft, tender and juicy.
"Mom, I told you, don't worry about him," Zhao Pan said with a serious face, as if he saw through this guy.
"He's lucky he doesn't provoke others."
"Haha, not bad, my sister really understands me." Zhao Duan stood up, put down his chopsticks, and threw the remaining half bowl of fish soup with rice to her:
"It's your reward."
After saying that, he turned around and yawned and left. He wanted to conserve his energy.
Only Zhao Pan's palm-sized face was left red with anger, and his hand holding the chopsticks was so tight that the knuckles turned white.
This guy really thinks he is just a leftover!
…
No words were spoken that night.
In the early morning, the air was slightly chilly. After Zhao Duan walked out of his house, he looked around with the perception of a warrior.
He did not notice the presence of the "bodyguard" and shouted twice, but no one answered.
"Have the people Lao Sun arranged arrived yet?... Do all masters like to pretend to be profound?"
Zhao Duan had no choice but to believe him for once.
Alone, I walked towards the Jinjiang River embankment.
It is cloudy today, the sky is gloomy and gloomy, and Pei Kaizhi is no longer on the Jinjiang River embankment.
When the fishermen from the capital arrived together, they were shocked to find that among the weeping willows on the long embankment, there were fully armed and murderous officials in brocade uniforms standing.
"grown ups!"
When Zhao Duan arrived, the four subordinates who had been waiting for a long time bowed and saluted.
Today, the four of them were all wearing soft armor, carrying powerful crossbows on their backs, covered with heart-protecting mirrors, and wearing long swords, which made people intimidated.
"Haha, don't be nervous. We may not need you today, but you have to perform well." Zhao Duan smiled to ease the tension of his subordinates.
He immediately asked, "Where is the governor?"
Qian Kerou pointed to the carriage prepared in the distance.
Zhao Duan went there happily, and when he lifted the curtain of the carriage, he saw the eunuch with a cold and thin face, sitting with his eyes closed and a serious expression.
"You're here." Ma Yan opened his eyelids and said calmly.
"I'm here." Zhao Duan's tone was deep, as if two long-standing enemies in the martial arts world met by the river after decades.
"Then why are you wasting time talking? Where are we going to catch people? Why don't you get in the car?" Ma Yan said unhappily.
You've ruined the good atmosphere, what a letdown... Zhao Duan complained in his heart, stepped into the car, and waited for the curtain to be lowered.
The carriage immediately drove away, and the people in brocade clothes from Lihua Hall surrounded it on both sides.
Inside the car.
Ma Yan's face was gloomy and he asked suspiciously, "What on earth are you doing?"
He had already sensed something was amiss. If he were to make a normal arrest, speed would be of the essence, so he should have ridden a fast horse.
Zhao Duan smiled and pulled out a small bamboo table and a plate of fresh fruits from the secret compartment of the carriage.
"Brother, don't be impatient. Eat some fruits to cool down your temper."
Ma Yan stared at him expressionlessly.
Zhao Duan sighed helplessly and said:
"Things haven't been finalized yet, so some things can't be revealed. If you trust me, please sit still in the carriage.
No matter what you hear or see later, don't be surprised or make any noise. Just remember one thing: you can only show yourself when I call you out."
Ma Yan remained silent and closed his eyes, which meant he agreed.
…
…
Zhang Han woke up very early today.
It's not special. As a martial artist in the Shenzhang realm who is proficient in swordsmanship, he has the habit of practicing sword every morning.
The training of a warrior is much more difficult than that of a sorcerer. He must not slack off. If he slacks off for one day, he will need three days to make up for it.
As the chief of the Mudantang Police Department, he was well-known as the "King of Scrolls" in the imperial court and the number one person under the governor.
He had a strict schedule. No matter how late he slept last night, he would wake up at dawn, breathe in and out to nourish his energy, and practice swordplay in the courtyard.
Wait until the morning light, take a bath and have a meal, then arrive at the yamen to report for duty.
Rain or shine.
But today, after Zhang Han finished his meal, he sat in the hall and began to daydream.
Yesterday, the governor issued a house arrest order, which caused an uproar among the eight police officers. Combined with the unusual movements in Lihua Hall, Zhang Han already had some guesses.
I also had a vague premonition that something big was going to happen today.
"Master, Master!" Suddenly, the Zhang family's doorman rushed in and shouted:
"A group of officials from the imperial court have arrived."
Zhang Han, who was sitting in the hall with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
His ears moved slightly, and he could clearly distinguish the number of people from the sound of horse hooves outside the yard.
He even imagined in his mind that the team of officers were divided into several teams, surrounding and blocking the path to his house.
"Master, soldiers have come in from the back door, and they look ferocious!" The cook also ran over in panic.
These servants could not tell which branch the officials belonged to.
But as a human being, we can easily tell that the other party is not a good person.
Beside Zhang Han, a heavy "seven-foot sword" lying horizontally on the mahogany table was suddenly unsheathed!
As the Qi is pulled, the hilt of the sword is passed into the hands of the master.
The Peony Hall Master, who was about thirty or forty years old, with an imposing appearance, fair skin and a somewhat expressionless face, stood up and walked out of the hall step by step.
He could clearly see that on the walls surrounding the courtyard, archers jumped up and locked their cold arrows all over his body.
"Bang!"
The gate was split open, and the devils of Lihua Hall filed in one after another. Leading them was his former subordinate, Hou Renmeng.
"Sir! Zhang didn't run away!"
Hou Renmeng grinned, his muscles tensed and extremely alert. Facing his former superior, he was well aware of the gap between them.
Zhang Han glanced at him, then looked past him and looked at the man in the black Jisi robe behind the crowd that parted like waves.
Zhao Duan walked over leisurely, stopped a few feet away, and said with a smile:
"Master Zhang, we meet again."
(End of this chapter)
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