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Since becoming the squad leader of the Town Enforcers with the help of Lord Zhang Xiao, Zhang Ren vowed that his luck today was simply extraordinary.
As a Town Enforcer of Beiyuan City, his mission was to crack down on all the street vendors and apprehend the "criminals" disrupting the order of Beiyuan City.
On ordinary days, whenever the small merchants in Beiyuan City saw him, they would panic and flee in all directions, leaving him with no achievements after two full months of work.
However, today was different. Zhang Ren finally encountered an audacious target on the street! A plump man carrying a considerable amount of supplies, and even more absurdly, he was wearing a wizard's robe. Did he think that a pig dressed in sheep's clothing would pass for a sheep?
Without any hesitation, Zhang Ren issued the order to his subordinates to take the fat man back.
To his surprise, while the fat man stood there obediently, the scrawny figure next to him began to summon a cloud of mist from his chest, seemingly attempting to resist using summoning magic…
With a disdainful smile, Zhang Ren leaped effortlessly off his horse, transforming into a blur. The tip of his wooden stick glowed faintly with white light. Before the summoner could complete his spell, Zhang Ren easily pressed the stick against the scrawny man's neck and said softly, "Attempting to cast summoning magic in front of a Fifth-Level Warrior? Are you looking for death?"
As the mist gradually dissipated, Ye Huan's face was filled with helplessness. Indeed, the scrawny man in Zhang Ren's eyes was Ye Huan, and as for the fat man, it was obvious he was Weiyang.
Although Ye Huan had long recognized his weaknesses, facing Zhang Ren, a Town Enforcer, he found himself utterly incapable of resistance. After all, Zhang Ren's speed was astonishing! With only Twenty-First Century weaponry at his disposal, Ye Huan's defense was destined to be his Achilles' heel.
"Take them back to the lord's mansion; await the lord's judgment!"
With his hand still pressing against Ye Huan's neck, Zhang Ren wore a smile on his face. He could almost envision how Lord Zhang would commend him for capturing two troublemakers disrupting the town's order…
Ye Huan couldn't bring himself to remain passive after being captured. He shot an annoyed glance at Weiyang, who gently shook his head at Ye Huan, signaling him not to act rashly. While Ye Huan couldn't gauge Zhang Ren's strength, Weiyang could sense Zhang Ren's warrior level through Mage Association techniques.
A Fifth-Level Warrior—there was no way a First-Level Summoner and a Fourth-Level Mage could compete with him at close range.
Unfortunately, Weiyang and Ye Huan's little actions were clearly seen by Zhang Ren, which made him feel it was necessary to teach these two a lesson. Otherwise, if they managed to escape, all his efforts would have been in vain.
Shaking his long hair over his shoulders, Zhang Ren approached Weiyang with this thought in mind. Without any warning, he delivered a heavy punch to Weiyang's chest, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "You really are bold, Fatty. Not only are you peddling goods in Beiyuan City, but you're also pretending to be a wizard in a wizard's robe? Do you really think you're a wizard?"
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Weiyang turned pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to speak. "How dare you! I am indeed a wizard, a..."
"Still trying to argue?"
Bang...
Another kick landed hard on Weiyang's abdomen. Zhang Ren didn't give him any chance to explain and quickly silenced him. He then grabbed a rope from one of his subordinates and bound Weiyang tightly.
With pain coursing through his body, Weiyang was so furious that he couldn't even speak. He regretted not stepping in earlier to give this arrogant guy a good beating alongside Ye Huan.
Watching the unfortunate fat man, Ye Huan remained silent, standing obediently to the side. However, two Town Enforcers approached him with ropes, their reason simple: Ye Huan had just performed a summoning spell, attempting to obstruct the Town Enforcers' law enforcement!
"Wait! I have a badge at my waist that proves I'm from the Royal Capital Ye Family. Please take a look..."
Seeing that he was about to be captured as well, Ye Huan didn't move but spoke up.
"Royal Capital Ye Family?"
Turning his head in confusion, Zhang Ren scrutinized Ye Huan closely. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over to Ye Huan and began searching around his waist until he pulled out a copper badge.
Examining the copper plate in his hand carefully, Zhang Ren furrowed his brows tightly. After some time, he suddenly shouted again, "Well! I didn't expect you two not only to impersonate wizards selling rations but also to be rogues who stole the Royal Capital Ye Family's badge!
Do you think this captain doesn't know that the head of the Ye Family is a Ninth Level Warrior? How could he possibly have a summoner for a son?"
Zhang Ren, with a swift motion, kicked Ye Huan, leaving a muddy shoe print on his robe. Furious, Ye Huan felt the urge to curse. Yes, Ye Tian was indeed a Ninth Level Warrior, but who said Ye Huan couldn't be a summoner?
Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Ren threw Ye Huan's identification back at him, causing him to wince in pain and swallow his words. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, yet Ye Huan firmly kept his mouth shut.
There’s a saying: when under someone else's roof, one must bow their head. With someone binding him up like this, speaking out would likely lead to a beating.
Zhang Ren glanced over Ye Huan and Weiyang again. Noticing they had become much more subdued, he nodded in satisfaction and signaled for everyone to take these two back. Unbeknownst to him, behind his back, both Ye Huan and Weiyang were cursing Zhang Ren in their hearts.
Meanwhile, in one of the countless alleys within Beiyuan City, over sixty members of the Dragon Hall stood solemnly dressed in black.
"Let’s discuss! Should we kill them or return to the capital to report to the boss?" One of the black-clad men, seemingly their leader, asked the group.
"Return? After losing so many brothers? Wouldn’t the boss just kill us?" another black-clad man quickly interjected. As he spoke, images of Long Batian's ruthless methods flashed through everyone's minds, making them shudder.
"Right, we can't go back; we need to kill Ye Huan!" "Kill Ye Huan!" "Kill Ye Huan!"
Returning meant death; compared to that dead end, the warriors of Dragon Hall above Third Rank preferred Ye Huan to die instead. Their emotions ran high.
"Wait a minute! Have you all forgotten that Ye Huan killed over ten of our brothers at the inn?"
The one who had been released after the earlier encounter spoke up. His leg bore a bandaged bullet wound from an M4A1, but blood still soaked through the cloth.
Mentioning how Ye Huan had slain more than ten elite members of Dragon Hall silenced everyone. They exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next.
"No worries! Since you all are unwilling to go back, let me share my thoughts..."
Looking around, he noticed that everyone wore a conflicted expression. The leader of the Dragon Hall was the first to speak, slowly voicing his thoughts…
An hour later, at the Beiyuan City Lord's Mansion.
After being captured by the Town Enforcers, Ye Huan and Weiyang were brought here, both feeling wronged.
What awaited them was not the city lord, but a small underground room measuring only three or four square meters.
“Get in there quickly! I need to report to my uncle—no, to the city lord—before dealing with you…”
With a kick, Weiyang was shoved into the underground room, and Zhang Ren slammed the iron door shut with a loud bang. Like a magician, he produced a lock and secured it tightly before tugging on it. Only then did he stuff the key into his pocket and hurriedly leave with quick footsteps.
It was clear that Zhang Ren was quite proud of his achievement this time.
As the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, two different voices in the underground room expressed the same sentiment in different ways.
“Damn it, that guy was too rough!” “That little brat kicked me so hard it hurts like hell…”
Ye Huan and Weiyang cursed in unison, exchanging a knowing smile.
After their laughter subsided, Ye Huan felt increasingly uncomfortable being tied up like this and turned to Weiyang, asking, “Hey, can you find a way to untie us?”
“Damn it, don’t call me ‘fatty’! Let me tell you, if that little brat hadn’t caught me off guard earlier when he called me that, I would have beaten him to a pulp!”
Upon hearing the term "fatty," Weiyang immediately became agitated.
No matter the era or world, no one likes to be called 'fat,' especially when they believe they are not.
Weiyang was a typical example; at a height of 1.75 meters and weighing over 200 pounds, he still considered himself somewhat slim, especially when the average weight of officials from Huaxia Nation was over 260 pounds!
“Alright, alright, Weiyang, can you figure out a way to untie us first?” Ye Huan shook his head in frustration at Weiyang's fixation on such trivial matters, changing his tone of address.
“That’s more like it.”
Muttering to himself, a strange wave of energy surged through the air. Without any visible movement from Weiyang, a faint blue wind blade appeared before him.
Fixing his gaze on the wind blade, Ye Huan pushed his bound hands forward. The wind blade instantly moved with a sharp whistling sound, slicing through the ropes binding Weiyang's hands. After flexing his wrist, Weiyang pinched the still-floating wind blade between two fingers and sent it forward, cutting through the ropes around Ye Huan with ease. Ye Huan watched in envy.
However, envy aside, the pressing issue was how to escape from this place. Ye Huan had no intention of becoming someone else's trophy for no reason. Even now, he still had no idea why the Town Enforcers had brought them here, but he could guess it wasn’t for anything good.
Standing up, he tried to push against the iron door of the basement. Feeling that it wasn't very thick, he focused his mind, and the Summoning Book quickly appeared before him. Pressing his hand on the book, an M4A1 assault rifle equipped with a silencer materialized in Ye Huan's hands.
“Let’s go! I’ll get you out!” Turning back to Weiyang, Ye Huan aimed the muzzle of the M4A1 at the lock on the iron door. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard Weiyang’s mournful voice behind him saying, “I said…”
Startled, Ye Huan nearly dropped the M4A1 as he shivered.
Turning around in surprise, Ye Huan rubbed his ears and asked again, “What? I didn’t hear you right just now! What did you say?”
With half-closed eyes and a face full of discontented flesh all scrunched up together, Weiyang fidgeted with his hands in front of him and repeated in a voice more sorrowful than that of a girl who hadn’t seen a man in a thousand years: “I said… they don’t want to leave…”
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