Why do I have so many masters?

This trait cannot forge swords, yet it can greatly enhance a martial artist's combat capabilities after donning armor, forming military formations that are invincible.

Wuxin stepped forward, with the arrest officers from the city coming to greet him. Wuxin raised his eyes to gaze at the deep night sky, seeing that the once clear and bright moon was now obscured by clouds and mist, the sky seeming dark once again.

He withdrew his gaze and began issuing orders. Although his tone was calm, there was no interruption, with one sentence seamlessly connecting to the next, as though these scenarios had been rehearsed in his mind ten or twenty times, familiar as the lines on his palm.

Wang Anfeng surveyed the sight before him and couldn't help but gasp inwardly; those armored people before him numbered no less than several hundred, almost as if the remaining military armor from the Liangzhou City armory had been entirely drawn out.

Each group was composed of five, relying on strong crossbows, with shield bearers in front, followed by spears, a faint murderous aura appearing and surging.

He was profoundly shocked, and Tie Lin, familiar with the rules of the Ministry of Punishment, naturally felt even more impact. He was now almost shaken to the point of being unable to suppress himself—

This was simply no longer a case handled by the Ministry of Punishment.

In the style of the Ministry of Punishment, cases should be handled alone, striving not to affect local administrative and military orders, parallel like rivers, extremely close yet seemingly within reach, in reality, not influencing each other, with each side having its own rules and systems.

What Wuxin used now was essentially a military formation, with weapons stored in the armory and even with the cooperation of the defending army, directly accessing the archives of the Ministry of Households, and deploying members of the Yu Department.

All official forces in Liangzhou City, and even unofficial ones, were united in this instant, fully operational under Wuxin's hand, all for the sake of accomplishing one sole purpose.

This method, upon detecting the target, could instantly coordinate, exerting extremely high efficiency and capability.

Such a thing is absolutely impossible to achieve on regular days; on the Imperial Court, balance is valued, with the Ministry of Punishment's famous officers supervising local officials, while the latter naturally becomes a counterbalance for their own authority.

In this special situation, the Liangzhou Shepherd committed a grave mistake and is detained...

Thinking of this, Tie Lin's body suddenly trembled, a chill rising, bringing forth an issue he unconsciously ignored from the depths of his heart—

Was the time during that Mid-Autumn banquet really insufficient? The biggest reason for the Liangzhou Shepherd's detention is not Xu Sixing's uproar, but the subsequent city gate damage, and the panic caused by city-wide transmission.

Therefore, if Wuxin had returned on that day early and notified the Liangzhou Shepherd, allowing timely reaction, the consequences would not have already transpired as such.

While the Liangzhou Shepherd was culpable, it would not have led to detention, and the decision-making power would not have fallen into Wuxin's hands, enabling actions like now, 'for convenience'...

Tie Lin took a deep breath, couldn't help but look at Wuxin.

The youth's back was straight, his expression indifferent, without revealing even a hint of peculiarity; that face, if stripped of coldness, would be exceedingly delicate. His supple captivating eyes were nearly of the utmost beauty.

Nonetheless, Tie Lin seemed to envision, among the bustling and abundant Mid-Autumn banquet that night, amidst the collapse of the city gate, that same face veiling in the night and lantern light, watching the official residences not far away, yet refraining from action.

Awaiting until that special lantern light, indicating the consequence was too grave to suppress any longer, spread like dragon breath, panic engulfing the entire city, until the banquet fell into silence, and until panic voices emerged all over the city.

That delicate face remained indifferent, with supple and enchanting eyes devoid of any emotion, one hand wielding a sword, calmly entered the residence, then crisply and neatly seized all authority of the entire city.

A wave of uncontrollable chill inexplicably arose in Tie Lin's heart.

Wuxin wore a scarlet vigorous attire, standing at March Spring District, his frame consumed by the dim night light, roadside red lanterns swayed with the wind, casting a layer of hazy light upon his face.

Would the future Imperial Punishment Department in thirty years be in the hands of this person?

The Martial Soldiers from the Ministry of Punishment had already rushed out; Wuxin retracted his gaze, looking at Wang Anfeng beside him, his eyes slightly narrowing. Wang Anfeng noticed the gaze and turned to look at him, full of confusion.

"What's wrong?"

Wuxin was silent for a moment, merely shook his head, looking at the waving darkness of the District Market, saying:

"I owe you one."

Wang Anfeng sensed he hadn't revealed everything, yet was unsuitable to inquire further, faintly discerned that Wuxin harbored a complex emotion he couldn't possibly express to others, only shouldered by himself. With intentions to console, he didn't know how, thus merely nodded, saying:

"Rest assured, since I came here, I'll naturally assist you."

Then, he raised one hand, grasped the wooden sword's hilt, stepped forward a few steps, Wang Anfeng abruptly halted, turned, looked at the youth standing alone in the dark, saying:

"By the way, you mentioned in your letter about the increase in fee..."

"Ahem, how much to increase?"

The youth's expression was solemn.

"???"

Finally, Wuxin's normally cold and calm face showed a hint of surprise, paused for a moment. For a b+et@ter re!a+di$ng exp!er$i%ence,! vis&it^ M!V%LEMP@YR+.+

This expression appeared on his face, instantly added a great deal of liveliness, as if just this moment transformed him from an icy snow sculpture to a living person.

Seeing this scene, Wang Anfeng suddenly laughed, if not for being subtly secretive, almost laughed out loud; the intended purpose achieved, he refrained from responding, turned, holding the sword, and strode forward.

Wuxin watched Wang Anfeng's back, his lips slightly pursed, muting his grin cautiously, saying:

"That'll depend on your performance..."

"Anyway, the money is in my hands..."

Then collected his scattered thoughts, looking at Shan Yue District in the darkness, this district not being the largest, but home to thousands of households, over ten thousand people; even locked in the district market, narrowing the range is extremely challenging.

But he seemed to have drawn conclusions already, after confirmed it indeed lay within Shan Yue District, took prompt action, directly pinpointed the block needing encirclement, Ministry of Punishment Martial Soldiers five-man team, three teams forming a unit, approached from every alleyway.

Meanwhile, Wang Anfeng and several others, relying on their martial arts prowess conducted coordinated actions, with the lapse of time, the Ministry of Punishment gradually minimized the encirclement.

At the end, only one street remained.

The formation had become a scenario of 'Heavenly Nets Earthly Traps.'

PS: Today's update is dedicated...

Plot advancement...the author is utterly exhausted

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