"You actually lied to me. This inspector is so powerful, but you tricked me into coming here to suffer with you!" Silver-haired Wu Di complained as he walked.
The two of them talked in a low voice behind them to make sure Wang Xiaohai couldn't hear.
"How would I know?" the red-haired man explained. "Now's not the time to discuss this. Let's first consider how to overcome this crisis. Fortunately, you haven't been exposed. Afterwards, just give me half of your money. I'll keep it a secret."
"Half!" Silver-haired Wu Di raised his voice, then hurriedly lowered it and said, "Why don't you just rob it? You're blackmailing me!"
"We are friends. Friends share happiness and difficulties." The red-haired priest explained.
A murderous look flashed across the silver-haired Wu Di's face, and then he immediately hid himself.
However, Wang Xiaohai clearly felt the murderous intent and the conversation between the two, and secretly thought that there was a conflict between the two because of interests.
The three of them walked to the gate of the palace. The old lady was still in front, surrounded by guards. After all, it was a matter of life and death for the guards, so they would of course do their best to protect her.
The red-haired and silver-haired men quickened their pace to catch up, about half a body length behind Wang Xiaohai.
"Offering!" The palace guards all stood up straight and saluted the red-haired man.
The red-haired priest's expression changed and he said anxiously: "No, you should salute this gentleman first." He pointed at Wang Xiaohai with his palm.
"No need to say hello. It's more important to get down to business. Can't you see the old man is waiting anxiously?" Wang Xiaohai didn't care about these empty formalities and stopped the guards' actions.
"Old man, which prefecture is your son the county magistrate of?" Wang Xiaohai asked.
"Qingyan Mansion." The old lady thought she had found the right person. This gentleman's position must be much higher than her son's county magistrate.
"Oh, Red Hair, you are flying in front with the old man, you are more familiar with this country." Wang Xiaohai said to the Red Haired Priest.
The red-haired priest's face darkened. This inspector had obviously turned himself into a transport rickshaw.
"Although I live in Mi Country, I have never left the city." The red-haired man explained carefully.
"Do you know the map and the general direction? Of course you know!" Wang Xiaohai said, "Don't talk nonsense with me. Just lead the way. I'm in a hurry and don't have time to talk to you."
"Yes, lead the way immediately!"
The red-haired priest raised his finger of contempt when Wang Xiaohai turned around, then flew into the sky with Fang Boshan's mother, scaring the old lady. This was the first time she flew into the sky in her life, and probably the last time.
Wang Xiaohai and the silver-haired Wu Di followed the red-haired man and flew towards Qingyan Mansion like three shooting stars.
Ten minutes later, the three arrived at the territory of Qingyan Mansion. Mainly to protect the elderly, they could not fly too fast.
It was very easy to find a location when they were high in the sky. After observing for a while, the three of them flew down. The prefectural government office covered a large area and could be seen at a glance.
The three men descended quickly, like three rays of light landing in front of the yamen.
"Why is the prefect's door closed?" Wang Xiaohai said.
"I'll go knock on the door. It should be daytime now, so there shouldn't be anyone here!" said the red-haired priest. He believed that everyone in the country of Mi worked very hard, because he received all the tax money every year, without any shortage.
The red-haired priest of Mi Country stepped forward and knocked on the copper door of the vermilion lacquered gate, and the sound was heard throughout the prefectural yamen.
After knocking for nearly three minutes, a bailiff slowly came over to open the door. The door was opened a crack, and the bailiff poked his head out: "Who are you? Don't knock on the door for no reason!"
Of course the yamen runner didn't recognize the red-haired priest. He didn't even know what the emperor looked like, let alone the priest who rarely showed up!
"Call your prefect out, quickly!" the red-haired priest roared. He was a little impatient. His time was precious and he had to hurry up and get the money with the silver-haired Wu Di. He didn't dare to get angry with Wang Xiaohai, so he could only take it out on others!
"Hey, who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me?" The bailiff looked at him with disdain.
It was the first time that the red-haired priest was despised by a mortal. He was so angry that he was fuming. Without wasting any words, he slapped the yamen runner in two, and flipped the door and the man into the wall.
"Boom—"
The huge sound of collapse spread to the surroundings. Fang Boshan's mother only felt her ears buzzing, and soon there was the sound of hurried footsteps nearby.
More than twenty yamen runners and constables rushed over, surrounded Wang Xiaohai and the other two, and drew their swords.
"How dare you!" the red-haired male priest shouted, and a wave of energy spread out from him. All the people around him, except Wang Xiaohai, the silver-haired Wu Di and the old lady, fell to the ground.
These yamen runners and constables were all warriors in the Qingwu realm. They did not suffer much damage after being knocked over. Several of them got up in panic and ran away quickly.
"What the hell are you running for? Hurry up and call your prefect over here. He's not in the yamen in broad daylight. Where has he been fooling around?" the red-haired man cursed.
Ten minutes later, the prefect came running over in his official uniform. It was such an emergency that he even wore his hat inside out.
"Who are you and why are you causing trouble in the government office?" The prefect had a big belly, as if she was pregnant.
"You dog official, you don't even recognize me. Let Fang Boshan go quickly and don't waste time." The red-haired priest cursed.
"You are..." The prefect stared at the red-haired priest in confusion, then remembered, "You are the priest!" All officials above the fifth rank would receive portraits of the emperor and the priest, but it was so sudden that he didn't recognize them.
"Your humble servant kowtows to the Lord Priest!" The prefect knelt down hurriedly. He was worried that he would be killed if he was slow. He heard that three years ago, a prince was killed on the spot by the red-haired priest when he saw that the priest did not kneel down!
"Stand up, I have something to ask you." The red-haired man said to the kneeling prefect.
"Sir, what's the matter?" the prefect stood up and asked.
"Did you catch a county magistrate named Fang Boshan? Release him from jail immediately!" The red-haired priest kicked the prefect, causing him to roll on the ground several times. He did not use much force, otherwise the prefect would have been dead.
"But..." The prefect seemed a little embarrassed.
"But what, you bastard? If you hesitate again, I will kill you immediately!" The red-haired priest kicked the prefect again, and this time it seemed that he broke one of his ribs.
"Please spare his life, sir. I will release him immediately. Don't blame me!" The prefect almost fainted from the pain. He crawled and called the yamen runners to the prison cell of Qingyan Mansion.
The three awakened ones just stood there and waited.
"Don't worry, Inspector, the matter will be resolved soon." The red-haired priest flattered.
More than ten minutes later, the prefect came over with the help of someone. Behind him was a group of yamen runners, and the last one was a young man in his thirties. The man was ragged and had a pale face and thin body.
"Son!" The old lady rushed towards the man at the back.
"Mom——" A ragged man rushed over and hugged the old lady. He was Fang Boshan.
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