Why the posture that seems to reverse the interrogation?
"Bold!" Luan Cheng's face showed anger, and he sneered:
"What a rebel, so rampant, daring to question this office! Well, well, are you relying on these many men to oppose the government? Zhang Jian!"
A command was given.
The arrest officer with a stern black face, clad in an iron-trimmed short-sleeved uniform, stepped forward, his shoes pressing onto the floor tiles, "crack" forming a cobweb-like indentation.
Unlike the ordinary human body of Magistrate Luan Cheng.
Having walked the martial world for half a lifetime, Zhang Jian, who was once a martial arts expert in it, sensed pressure upon entering the inn.
The pressure wasn't from those knife-wielding Jinyi guards.
It came from the few obviously strange people beside the rebel leader:
The chubby man with hands behind his back, chest puffed out, nostrils aimed at the sky.
