"As long as no lives are lost, there’s still room for things to turn around."
"Once lives are lost, even if they’re in the right, the spit from the court alone could drown them alive!"
Yang Ge didn’t have as many thoughts; he stared at the end of the long street for a long while, never seeing the expected streak of scarlet.
In Wei, officials from first to fourth rank wore scarlet robes, fifth to seventh wore blue, and eighth and ninth wore green.
The Magistrate of Yangzhou Prefecture was a fourth-rank official and could wear a scarlet robe.
As for him, a brocade-clad guard household head, he was just a fifth rank.
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Without an imperial order, the Magistrate of Yangzhou had enough authority to suppress him, a brocade-clad guard household head.
Although the brocade-clad guard’s position was light yet held significant power, most of the time, no officials would rely on their own rank to forcefully confront the brocade-clad guard.
But now, it was clearly one of those rare times...
"This is a bit difficult!"
Yang Ge still hoped to use accusations like "obstruction of justice" or "assault on the brocade-clad guard at the scene" to detain Magistrate Yang Yuting first and then supplement the evidence after the arrest.
But if that guy didn’t show up, he could only follow the normal procedure, finding evidence before making arrests.
The former was easy, with the person out of office, there were plenty of people to kick him while he was down.
The latter was difficult, tantamount to wrestling with the entire Yangzhou government office...
If this matter wasn’t handled well, not only would the detained officials have to be released unconditionally, but also the whole Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner’s Office would suffer a blow!
Yang Ge’s actions seemed rash.
But he had his calculations.
Process and results...
Both were within the scope of his consideration.
"I hope Xiong Jun has some success!"
Yang Ge mentally calculated, stood up with his sword in hand.
Just then, an enraged roar from Yang Tiansheng echoed from inside the main hall of Changfeng Gang; he couldn’t help but let out a "Heh" and exclaimed, "He’s panicking!"
He leaped elegantly over a five or six-meter-high gate, drifting toward the direction from which Yang Tiansheng’s roars were coming.
While still in midair, he saw in a spacious courtyard, an old man with white hair and a hunched figure, dressed in hemp clothes like Tortoise Immortal in transformation, swinging a seasoned copper staff fiercely at the retreating figure of Yang Tiansheng.
"Clang."
Amid the clear sound of a long sword being drawn, a bright sword Qi slashed down.
"Bam!"
The old man in hemp, swinging his staff in midair, was sent flying back, crashing through two carved wooden doors and heavily into a room at the back of the courtyard.
Through the broken door, one could see inside the room, a burly man in black clothes and a jade crown, guarding a brazier and throwing documents into it.
Seeing this, Yang Ge, without waiting to respond to the panting Yang Tiansheng, had just landed and immediately stamped the ground, rushing into the room with his sword as fast as lightning.
The hemp-clad old man, already smashed into the room, did not hesitate; he again raised his seasoned copper staff to meet him on the attack.
"Proud Snow Overwhelming Frost!"
Yang Ge raised his sword and unleashed his strongest strike, which in the Qi Sea Realm required the exertion of all his Inner Qi but was readily available after the True Essence phase!
The piercing sword Qi surged like a bursting river, and the vigorously attacking old man shouted angrily as he swung his staff to block, only to be sent flying back with his weapon, directly smashing a big hole into the wall.
Seeing this, the burly man by the brazier, incensed, grabbed a heavy broadsword by his side and rushed forward, roaring as he cleaved at Yang Ge.
The broadsword tore through the air, sounding like thunder, its brilliant sword Qi smooth as a crescent moon, exceptionally extraordinary.
But to Yang Ge, the man’s movements were too slow, far too slow...
He gracefully leaped up, dodging the crescent sword Qi, and then with a chopping kick, brought a streak of afterimages that severed the burly man’s sword arm. Landing, he grabbed the man’s collar with his left hand, twisted his body, and threw him heavily to the ground with a shoulder throw.
The burly man tensed his body and spat out a mouthful of blood, then completely collapsed on the ground like a broken doll, unable to even make a sound.
Seeing him in that state, Yang Ge suddenly recalled the time Lei Heng had thrown him...
It couldn’t be said to be very similar.
It was exactly the same.
Yang Ge released the burly man from his grip and looked towards the broken wall outside, where the hemp-clad old man was struggling to stand up, leaning on his seasoned copper staff.
This old man had taken two of his slashes, and though each was unmatched, his body bore not a single trace of blood...
Just then, Yang Tiansheng, holding a broken sword, walked slowly into the room, his eyes maliciously fixed on the hemp-clad old man.
Yang Ge turned his head and asked him, "Didn’t you say Changfeng Gang had no True Essence masters? Where did this old guy pop up from?"
Yang Tiansheng pointed at the puddle-like burly man on the ground, "Gang Leader Xiong Jun of Changfeng Gang is here, and you’re asking me?"
"Oh..."
Yang Ge dragged his sword forward and said slowly, "A master sent here to rescue by Changfeng Gang’s backers!"