Chapter 116 Application for Arrest Warrant
At this time, the setting sun gradually sank, reflecting the man's rosy face, like an old general on the stage.
"Hey, that's right," another Red Flower Society member said with a wink.
"As expected of a 'young lady' from an official's family, she must have eaten well, been strong, and has a beautiful appearance, with delicate skin and tender flesh."
The others also smiled knowingly.
The leading man holding the wine bowl glanced at the gang members and warned:
"Keep your hands clean. No one can touch her without orders from above. God knows what will happen next."
Everyone said unhappily:
"I know. But come to think of it, why capture a daughter of an official? Besides, she has seen our faces. If we let her go..."
"Don't overthink it, just do what Master Meng tells you to do."
The "Master Meng" they are talking about is the leader of the largest gang in the capital.
Among the lower-class common people, he is nicknamed "Night Lord".
Some even believe that the capital belongs to the empress during the day and to Lord Meng at night - the lower class people cannot see the vast blue sky, and Lord Meng is the biggest figure they can see.
A group of people were eating meat and drinking wine.
Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of noisy footsteps approaching outside.
"Someone—"
The leading man became alert and put his finger on his lips to signal for silence.
One hand held the iron rod beside him.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Someone knocked on the door hard: "Open the door."
No one answered, and a group of gang members walked lightly, holding weapons, and approached the gate.
The next second, there was a loud "bang" and the wooden gate was kicked open by several pairs of big feet!
When the door collapsed, a group of officials from the imperial court rushed in!
Almost in the first encounter, these gang members were all knocked down and crushed by their fighting power.
"Ah, sir, spare my life..."
The one who kicked the door was a Mudantang detective. He kicked the man with the stick in the heart, and the cold blade was placed on his neck.
"Did you kidnap someone? Where?"
The man hesitated and said nothing.
An officer who was on his way to investigate stood outside the woodshed, glanced inside, and shouted:
"Boss, there's a woman inside, and her dress matches the description."
The Mudantang Jishi's eyes lit up and he said:
"Don't move, set off the fireworks."
An attendant took out a bamboo tube from his waist, turned it upside down, grabbed the rope and pulled it hard.
"call out--"
With a sharp whistle, crimson fireworks rose from the ground and exploded in the sky, accompanied by a wisp of eye-catching smoke.
A moment later.
Outside the courtyard, the sound of horse hooves thundered as Hou Renmeng and Qian Kerou, who were also searching in East City, arrived at the same time.
"He's in the woodshed, and his identity hasn't been verified yet." A colleague from Mudan Hall bowed.
The two looked at each other with joy. Qian Kerou stepped forward and drew her sword to cut the chains.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a beautiful girl in a skirt tied up and twisting her body in the dark woodshed.
"Don't be afraid, we are here to save you."
Qian Kerou squatted down, pulled the rag out of the girl's mouth, compared it with the portrait in her hand, and asked:
"What's your name?"
The girl was terrified and said timidly:
"Feng...Lianlian..."
Her young face was covered with tears, and it was unclear what had happened.
Found it... Qian Kerou breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and cut the rope for her, saying:
"We are from the Lihua Hall of the Imperial Court, subordinates of the Zhao Jisi. We have been ordered to rescue you. Come with us."
Zhao Jisi... the one my father mentioned, the empress's favorite... the White Horse Zhao Envoy?
Feng Lianlian was stunned.
Suddenly thinking of Zhao Duan's bad reputation as rumored, he couldn't help but become even more frightened and shrank back.
Qian Kerou: “…”
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the yard again.
At the end of the alley, there was a group of gang thugs wearing uniform jackets with red flowers embroidered on the lapels, coming like a tide.
But after seeing the officers and soldiers of the imperial court, his momentum was slightly suppressed.
In the crowd, a silver-haired old man, about fifty years old, wearing a coat similar to a Tang suit and cloth shoes, walked over.
There were two smooth and shiny walnuts in his hands.
Beside him, there was a young man with sharp eyes and steady steps, who seemed to be a practicing martial artist.
He is the youngest "Red Stick" fighter in the Red Flower Society.
"Haha, I wonder why you gentlemen have come here? Which lord are you serving under?" asked the silver-haired old man with a smile.
The eyes of the men who were tied up and thrown into the yard lit up:
"Mr. Meng——"
The strong and powerful Hou Ren, with a rebellious demeanor, rubbed the hilt of the sword at his waist and walked out with narrowed eyes:
"Are you the head of the Red Flower Society?"
Mr. Meng was used to a life of luxury, but as he had been in a superior position for a long time, he still had some composure and immediately nodded with a smile.
But my heart is not as relaxed as my appearance.
He didn't know who Xia Jianghou was targeting, he just followed orders and ordered people to kidnap Feng Ju's daughter.
A sixth-rank civil servant from the Ministry of Personnel was something Meng Ye, who controlled the capital's underground world, was not willing to provoke, but he was not afraid of him either.
What's more, he had done similar dirty things for Xia Jianghou more than once and was already familiar with it.
But what he never expected was:
Just half a day after the person was kidnapped, news came that the devils in the imperial court were all out.
Like a mad dog, he searched all the gangs at the same time.
Mr. Meng was horrified and had to rush over, but he was still a step too late.
"I'm glad it's you. It saves me the trouble of looking for you."
Hou Renmen grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, and shouted sternly:
"Get it for me!"
Mr. Meng's face changed, and he wondered where these unruly officers came from.
Shouldn't we discuss this matter?
How can you be so reckless?
The red stick beside him immediately pulled out the iron rod from his waist, took a step forward, and the martial artist's energy burst out.
"How dare you! How dare you resist arrest and defy the imperial court!"
Hou Renmeng was not angry but laughed instead, and slashed with his knife.
Meng Ye's face turned pale with rage, and he quickly shouted, "Don't fight back!"
Even the largest gang is shady. How can they dare to act so openly and confront the government?
Hou Renmeng, however, was in a dominant position and showed no mercy. He chopped the red stick, who was only able to defend himself, until he vomited blood and knelt on the ground. Then he spat defiantly and sneered:
"You're smart, huh? How dare a gutter rat like you ask my master's name?"
He even knocked the two oily walnuts from the old man's hand and crushed them with his foot.
Lao Hou hates people who pretend to be cool the most, well, his own master is an exception.
In the courtyard.
Qian Kerou helped the weak-legged girl out, glanced at the group of people indifferently, and seeing that many people had gathered to watch from afar, she said loudly:
"Lihuatang is handling cases, and those who are not involved should stay away."
Lihuatang...they are Zhao Duan's people...
Master Meng's face suddenly turned pale, and this "Prince of Night" suddenly felt a chill on his back and his legs trembled.
I wondered how I had offended this little devil.
I suddenly became anxious.
He just hoped that Xia Jianghou would come to the rescue as soon as possible - he had already sent someone to notify him before he came out.
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The setting sun is blood-red.
Zhao Duan sat alone in the main seat at the entrance of the Pear Blossom Hall, wiping his sword with a white rag.
The hall was empty, except for a few clerks, the rest had been sent out.
Within two hours, dig the person out of this huge capital city.
Even if all nine gangs come together and have clues, it will not be an easy task.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the hall.
Born with a round face, her eyes were particularly clear and silly. The female brocade clothes returned, resolute and decisive.
Hold your fists and bow:
"Sir, Feng Lianlian has been rescued and is safe and sound. The people involved, as well as the Red Flower Society's leader, 'Master Meng,' have all been brought back."
Zhao Duan didn't look at her, and continued to move the white cloth slowly from the handle of the knife to the tip.
His tone was calm: "Bring Feng Lianlian here, I'll take a look."
"yes!"
After a while, Feng Lianlian was brought in.
She had the typical temperament of a young lady from a scholarly family, with a dirty skirt, and was quiet and nervously huddled together, with a look of fear and curiosity on her pretty face.
When he saw Zhao Duan's appearance, he was stunned.
My heart was pounding like a deer, but suddenly I was not afraid anymore.
"It's Lianlian, right?" Zhao Duan stood up and smiled warmly.
"You have suffered. Have the people below ever frightened you?"
Feng Lianlian blushed, lowered her head, twisted her fingers, and said timidly:
"No... not really, but Sister Rou treats me very well."
Zhao Duan laughed heartily and said:
"That's good. Your father and I are good friends. When he learned you were missing, he came looking for me. Fortunately, he found you. Ke Rou, you should personally send her home and inform Lao Feng. That will put his mind at ease."
Ah, father's friend?
Feng Lianlian was bewildered and bowed subconsciously:
"Thank you...uncle."
...What are you looking at? I am obviously your brother...Okay, who told me to say that I am Feng Ju’s friend? There is a generation gap between us...Zhao Duan’s eyes were full of resentment.
He summoned Hou Renmeng again, and after a brief interrogation, ordered him to bring "Mr. Meng" to the imperial court:
"You will personally keep an eye on this, lest this old local tyrant has connections in the Imperial Prison. Give him a good beating and make him confess, and betray Marquis Xia Jiang."
The marquis suddenly asked, "What if he insists on not telling me?"
Zhao Duan glanced at him and said, "Do I need to give you instructions?"
Hou Renmen grinned and turned away——
A gang leader like Meng Ye has no clean subordinates. There is no need to interrogate him. He would not be wronged if he was shot a hundred times.
There is no psychological burden in torturing him.
Zhao Duan called Chen Juan and Zheng Laojiu again and ordered:
"The brothers from other halls have worked hard. Old Zheng, take some money out of the account and give it to them. Treat them to a drink. Give more to the Mudan Hall, including the money for repairing the gate for Zhang Han..."
When it comes to repairing the gate, he is a little speechless.
Zhang Han is a top figure after all, and his salary is not low, so why is he still thinking about scoring a goal?
He shook his head and said:
"Chen Juan, tell our people to wait and not leave the yamen. We may have to go out again tonight."
Shen Juan was startled: "Sir, you want to..."
Zhao Duan smiled and didn't explain.
I looked up at the blood-red setting sun in the west, and the pears in the yard were all coated with a layer of gold.
The witness has been caught, and the next step is to strike while the iron is hot.
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Governor's Hall.
When Zhao Duan arrived, he saw Ma Yan had been waiting for a long time in the spacious and majestic room.
The eunuch with a long, thin face, messy and irritable eyebrows, and a gloomy and cold temperament said calmly:
"Come here? Explain yourself."
As the governor, he was the first to know when the nine halls were dispatched at the same time.
But he did not intervene to stop it, nor did he ask any questions. He just waited for Zhao Duan to come and explain.
"Senior brother is really calm."
Zhao Duan smiled and offered a free flattery.
He loved flattery the most.
It doesn't cost any money, just a few words will give you a chance to get gold coins. Is there anything more profitable than this in the world?
Ma Yan sighed helplessly:
"Let's get down to business. What are you going through all this trouble for?"
Zhao Duan said seriously:
"I was just about to report this to the Governor and request an 'arrest warrant.'"
Ma Yan frowned: "Who are you going to arrest now?"
The word "又" is well used... Zhao Duan exhaled in a deep voice, his words clear and melodious:
"The hereditary Marquis of Dayu, Xiajiang!"
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Typos should be corrected first and then replaced
(End of this chapter)
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