“Xu Yuanwai, what a coincidence, here to pick up your son!”
A voice sounded next to Xu Jinkui’s ear.
Xu Jinkui was slightly startled.
Why did this voice sound somewhat familiar?
He couldn’t help but look up and saw a remarkably handsome young man smiling at him.
“Young Master Chen?”
Xu Jinkui couldn’t help but blurt it out. But after speaking, he regretted it.
Looking at the surroundings, there was only Young Master Chen in front of him.
And the Yamen Runners on both sides stood perfectly straight, their expressions tense, and their eyes filled with awe as they looked at the young man.
Even if his reaction was slow at this point, he understood the other party’s identity.
Young Master Chen, Lord Chen...
It turned out to be like this!
Xu Jinkui felt as if he had been dreaming.
An unintentional conversation had actually led him to meet such a prominent figure, Lord Chen?
This...
Chen Ping'an looked at Xu Jinkui, who was in a state of confusion, without minding, and turned to look at the Yamen Runner at the entrance.
“Go ask, why hasn’t Xu Renchang been released yet?”
Although Chen Ping'an’s tone was calm, it startled the Yamen Runner guarding the gate. He shivered and responded loudly, “Yes... Yes, Lord Chen, I’ll go in and ask right away.”
With that, the Yamen Runner immediately ran inside, moving incredibly fast.
“Lord Chen, it was I who was blind and failed to recognize your eminence. I didn’t expect you to be an adult of Nancheng Prison. Please forgive me, Lord!”
Xu Jinkui was so excited that his voice trembled slightly.
Chen Ping'an smiled and offered a few words of comfort.
Xu Jinkui repeatedly apologized. He never expected that Young Master Chen, whom he knew, would be the head of Nancheng Prison, a truly formidable figure.
Such a person, going to pick up his younger sister from school, would actually walk there himself.
After exchanging a few words with Xu Jinkui, Chen Ping'an had no intention of waiting outside together and simply said goodbye before leaving directly.
“Lord Chen, walk slowly.”
Xu Jinkui respectfully sent him off.
Knowing Chen Ping'an’s identity, how could he dare to treat Chen Ping'an with his previous attitude?
Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head slightly.
After Chen Ping'an left, the few Yamen Runners guarding the gate couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. There was no other way; with Lord Chen there, the pressure on them was too strong.
They had been guarding the gate for a long time, and their ability to discern positions by sound was exceptional. Therefore, even before Chen Ping'an approached, they had discovered him early and adjusted their state in time.
Who didn't know that Lord Chen tolerated no sand in his eyes? If their previous lazy appearance had been discovered by Lord Chen, that would have been terrible.
But speaking of which...
The eyes of several Yamen Runners looking at Xu Jinkui couldn't help but show a hint of seriousness. Their attitude towards him also underwent a great change.
This person was actually acquainted with Lord Chen!
Later, when Xu Renchang was released, the Yamen Runner who had collected the money even thought about returning the money to Xu Jinkui.
In the end, Xu Jinkui refused with a smile.
But this gesture made him truly feel Chen Ping'an’s power within Nancheng Prison.
...
The day after Xu Renchang was released, Xu Jinkui waited early at a crossroads not far from Nancheng Prison for Chen Ping'an to arrive.
To be honest, Xu Jinkui was indeed quite reliable in his dealings.
He knew to wait at a place further away from Nancheng Prison.
Xu Jinkui was waiting for Chen Ping'an, naturally, to give him a gift.
Facing Xu Jinkui’s persistence, Chen Ping'an did not refuse and accepted it calmly.
Compared to him refusing, his acceptance of the gift would undoubtedly make Xu Jinkui happier.
The gift Xu Jinkui gave was not light; the silver notes alone amounted to five hundred taels! In addition, there were some decorative items for girls, such as jade bracelets, necklaces, and jade pendants, which looked like they were prepared for Chen Er'ya.
Xu Jinkui’s gift-giving was indeed thoughtful!
Back and forth, Xu Jinkui managed to cling to Chen Ping'an’s leg.
Looking at the five hundred taels of silver notes, Chen Ping'an felt a bit emotional.
He still remembered how, back then, fourteen taels of silver required him to delay for ten days, trying every possible method. But now, he easily obtained five hundred taels just by opening his mouth.
The comparison was like heaven and earth!
Of course, Xu Jinkui’s five hundred taels were not solely for Xu Renchang’s matter; they also served as a pledge of allegiance. For Xu Jinkui, if he wanted his business to continue, a powerful protector was indispensable.
He had accumulated resources in Southern City Alley for many years, and although he had found many connections, no protector was as strong as Chen Ping'an.
Now, due to misfortune turning into fortune, having latched onto Chen Ping'an, he would probably wake up smiling in his dreams.
Peaceful days always pass quickly.
On this day, Nancheng Prison welcomed a heavyweight prisoner.
The person was escorted by the Nancheng Suppression Office. To escort him, the Nancheng Suppression Office dispatched a total of four Qi Blood Sixth Stage martial arts experts, along with more than ten elite operatives who maintained vigilance along the way.
This heavily-guarded prisoner was confined in a prison cart, wearing tattered gray clothes, with a hunched figure and disheveled hair, making his appearance unclear at first glance.
“Lord Chen, this person is entrusted to you.”
A burly man with bulging temples cupped his fists towards Chen Ping'an.
This man was one of the Qi Blood Sixth Stage martial arts experts accompanying the escort.
Chen Ping'an cupped his fists in return and responded with a few words.
He looked up at the man in the prison cart and had just recognized his identity.
The Great Deacon of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, Wu Haihua.
Back in Jiming Lane, Chen Ping'an had even met him once.
At that time, Wu Haihua, with the cooperation of two other Ten Thousand Demons Sect deacons, intended to encircle and kill Mu Wanjun to dampen the Zhenfu Division’s prestige.
He was truly imposing and full of vigor!
At that time, Chen Ping'an was undoubtedly like an ant compared to him.
Let alone Wu Haihua, even any other Ten Thousand Demons Sect deacon could easily kill Chen Ping'an.
But with the passage of time and changes in circumstances, who would have thought that the once imposing Wu Haihua would fall into such a predicament? And Chen Ping'an, who was regarded as an ant, could now stand calmly in front of him.
“How was this person caught?”
Chen Ping'an asked curiously.
“This matter is not a complete secret,” the escorting man said. “I will inform Lord Chen. Just last night...”
It turned out that last night, Wu Haihua, accompanied by a few of his subordinates, intended to continue causing trouble in Nancheng District. However, unexpectedly, this time they encountered an expert from the Outer Town Envoyship.
An experienced Internal Energy Second Level martial arts expert.
As soon as the two sides engaged, Wu Haihua’s side quickly fell into a disadvantage, being unilaterally suppressed. Originally, with his Internal Energy First Level Perfection martial arts Realm and a Cultivation Technique specializing in speed, Wu Haihua might have been able to escape.
But the Nancheng Suppression Office’s reinforcements arrived extremely quickly, and under the encirclement of several Internal Energy experts, Wu Haihua surrendered.
His other Devil subordinates were tragically killed on the spot in the chaotic battle.
“So that’s how it is.”
Chen Ping'an nodded slightly.
This Wu Haihua was really unlucky; his luck was actually so bad.
Hmm!
No!
Chen Ping'an quickly dismissed his previous thought.
The matter was so smooth, and the reinforcements arrived so quickly, that it was probably not as simple as Wu Haihua just having bad luck. There might be a possibility that the Zhenfu Division deliberately set a trap.
As expected, without the Spring Rain Pavilion as an intelligence support base, Wu Haihua’s actions were like being blind in one eye.
Sometimes, mission execution, in addition to requiring martial arts strength, also requires proper planning and sufficient intelligence support.
The various elements are indispensable!
“Lord Chen, he should be hiding a lot of valuable intelligence. He needs to be thoroughly interrogated. Do not let him die easily.” The man reminded.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, “Understood, I certainly won’t!”
After the handover was completed, the people responsible for escorting Wu Haihua immediately left.
“Wu Haihua!”
Chen Ping'an approached the prison cart and spoke Wu Haihua’s name.
Inside the prison cart, Wu Haihua, with his disheveled hair, let out two strange, cackling laughs, then raised his head and looked at Chen Ping'an with a sinister expression.
“Hehehe, still a little brat! Brat, better call your adult. Don’t get scared and wet yourself by your grandpa.”
Looking at Wu Haihua’s scarred face, Chen Ping'an’s smile remained unchanged.
“Wu Haihua, do you still remember me?”
Upon hearing this, a momentary look of confusion appeared on Wu Haihua’s face, but it quickly reverted to a sinister expression.
“That’s right, you never saw me. It’s normal not to remember!”
Chen Ping'an smiled.
Back then, when he struck the gong, Wu Haihua never saw him from beginning to end.
“The gong in Jiming Lane.”
Chen Ping'an said with a smile, causing Wu Haihua’s expression to change, filled with ferocity, his messy hair standing on end like an enraged Vajra, his voice imbued with fury.
If it hadn’t been for that gong sound back then, Mu Wanjun would probably have died by his hand.
“It was you!”
Amidst Wu Haihua’s sky-high furious gaze, Chen Ping'an seemed unfazed.
“Yes, it was me.”
He revealed a harmless smile and said, “Take him away!”
“Yes, Lord.”
The jailer responded loudly and then escorted Wu Haihua inside.