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The Chen family members had never met Yang Ling and had no idea why he was returning together with Chen Qizheng.

Only the old patriarch of the Chen family caught a hint from Chen Qizheng's eyes and abruptly sat up straight.

Yang Ling glanced at the status panels of the Confucian scholar and the woman.

The woman was an Eighth-Rank expert, her attributes slightly stronger than Yuchi Hu's, likely at the Middle Eighth-Rank level.

As for this Confucian scholar, his skills were far from ordinary, with attributes comparable to Sun Biao's.

He was far stronger than an ordinary Lower Eighth-Rank, reaching at least the level of Upper Eighth-Rank.

"An Upper Eighth-Rank expert can indeed be considered top-tier within an entire prefectural capital. Once you reach the Lower Seventh-Rank, that's the level of a sect master of a Third-Rate sect."

With this thought, Yang Ling lightly flicked his sleeve and sat down naturally.

The Confucian scholar and the woman narrowed their eyes slightly, exchanging a glance without making any rash moves.

Beneath those sleeves was the Ironclad Department uniform they knew all too well.

"So you're an agent of the Ironclad Department, sir."

The Confucian scholar said calmly.

The Chen family members exchanged incredulous looks, bursting with joy.

Wei Ran stood behind Chen Qizheng, his mouth wide open.

"So it wasn't just a coincidence of names. Boss is the Yang Ling ranked first on the Divine Realm Level Ranking!"

The thought hit him, and he trembled with excitement.

His only thought was that his days of suffering were finally over!

"Yuchi Hu is dead."

Yang Ling picked up a piece of meat and tossed it into his mouth, speaking casually.

The Confucian scholar's expression shifted slightly. The woman instinctively moved to attack but was sharply stopped by his glare.

"Sir, my third brother was a genuine Eighth-Rank expert. You look barely over twenty years old, yet you claim to have dealt with him?"

The Confucian scholar forced a smile. "Surely you're not just blowing hot air."

"This meat is a bit tough."

Yang Ling frowned, spitting out the half-chewed piece onto the table.

Chen Qizheng suddenly looked embarrassed.

Yang Ling turned to the woman:

"Are you still standing on that lady? Weren't you looking for Chen Qizheng? He's already here."

"You haven't answered my big brother's question yet."

The woman giggled. "With your delicate appearance, can you really defeat my third brother? Little miss would very much like to test your skills."

"Your big brother's question was a waste of breath. If Yuchi Hu weren't dead, why wouldn't he be here?"

Yang Ling swept a glance at the Confucian scholar:

"You're very cautious, trying to probe my true strength, right? I'm Yang Ling, Director of the First Division of the Changhe Prefectural Capital Public Security Department."

In an instant, the Confucian scholar's pupils seemed to constrict into needles.

The smile froze on the woman's face.

The Chen family patriarch's burly frame shuddered, while the other family members showed ecstatic expressions.

Though they didn't know who Yang Ling was, they understood the weight of being Director of the First Division of the Changhe Prefectural Capital Public Security Department!

"Oh? You know who I am."

Yang Ling said thoughtfully. "How did you find out the Chen family had a thousand-year Fire Ginseng?"

"All three of you are on the Black List as wanted fugitives; your information shouldn't be this well-informed."

The Confucian scholar was silent for a few breaths, then suddenly clasped his hands in a bow:

"So it's Director Yang. Forgive my rudeness. Today's affair is a misunderstanding. My second sister and I will take our leave now."

The woman stood up as well, retreating cautiously step by step.

"You know quite a bit about me, including my methods?"

Yang Ling asked curiously. "Not many in Changhe Prefectural Capital know I've become Director of the First Division of the Public Security Department."

Even if some did know, they probably wouldn't be aware of his recent promotion to Sixth-Rank.

This news hadn't truly spread yet; it would need at least ten days or half a month to ferment.

"How could we not have inquired about Director Yang's methods?"

The Confucian scholar squeezed out a forced smile on his face:

"Please, Director Yang, show mercy. My sister and I swear to stay far away from Changhe Prefectural Capital and never set foot within its borders again."

At this moment, the Chen family had already realized that this Director Yang's methods must be formidable, given how terrified these two ruffians were.

Chen Qizheng tensed up and said in a low voice:

"Director Yang, if you let them leave alive today, they'll surely retaliate against the Chen family even more fiercely in the future."

They wouldn't dare to retaliate against a Director of the First Division of the Public Security Department, so they would naturally choose to target the Chen family.

What power did the Chen family have to withstand such experts!?

The Chen family patriarch's expression shifted, and he immediately clasped his hands toward Yang Ling:

"Thank you, Director Yang, for your help today. The Chen family has nothing to offer in return, so we can only repay this debt with the thousand-year Fire Ginseng!"

With that, he looked at Chen Qizheng:

"Go and bring out the Fire Ginseng for Director Yang."

Chen Qizheng paused for a moment, then turned and left without a second word.

The Confucian scholar's eyes flickered, and he forced another smile onto his face:

"Director Yang, have you come for the thousand-year Fire Ginseng? My siblings and I naturally wouldn't dare to contend with you for this item."

"Since you're already here, you want to leave so quickly? What about the Chen family guards who died, and the medicinal shop assistant Yuchi Hu killed? How do we settle that account?"

Yang Ling said. "Get that straight before you go."

"Yang Ling, don't be ungrateful! Do you know who's behind us..."

The woman's expression changed, her tone sharp.

"Second sister, shut up!"

The Confucian scholar barked sternly.

The woman was a bit resentful but just glared at Yang Ling:

"If my third brother died by your hand, and if my big brother and I also die by your hand, I doubt you'll hold onto your position as Director of the First Division for long!"

The Chen family members were confused, only thinking these two were incredibly arrogant.

Just mere fugitives on the Black List, daring to threaten the Director of the First Division of the Changhe Prefectural Capital Public Security Department!?

The Chen family patriarch sighed at this moment, though he said nothing, seeming to understand the reasoning.

"Director Yang, my second sister doesn't know her place, spouting nonsense here. Please don't hold it against her."

The Confucian scholar bowed respectfully, then took out a martial arts manual from his chest and placed it on the table:

"This is a Third-Rate Internal Technique Method called the Eight Trigrams Technique."

"Consider this our siblings' apology gift. Please, Director Yang, show mercy."

"Hiss—"

Both the Chen family members and Wei Ran all sharply gasped at once.

An Internal Technique Method!?

This was one of the most precious things in the world!

Even the Chen family didn't have their own Internal Technique Method!

"Big brother, how can you give something so precious to him!"

The woman suddenly raised her hand, revealing the sleeve arrow hidden in her sleeve.

Whoosh—

The sleeve arrow shot through the air, heading straight for Yang Ling's temple.

Yang Ling casually caught it and glanced at the arrowhead.

It was a shimmering blue, clearly poisoned.

He casually tossed it back, and the arrowhead instantly embedded itself in the stunned woman's forehead.

Only about an inch of the arrow shaft remained sticking out.

The woman's body crashed to the ground, a trace of resentment and venom still lingering in her eyes.

The Confucian scholar didn't hesitate. He lowered his head and rushed toward the exit.

He knew that this man had no intention of letting them go.

If he could just get out of here alive today, he would have a chance to avenge his second sister and third brother!

But he had barely taken a few steps when his head jerked violently, his entire body thrown off balance by a tremendous force. He staggered sideways for several steps before collapsing.

A chopstick was embedded in his temple.

Chen Qizheng had already walked in, carrying a wooden box. Seeing this scene, he was not alarmed but delighted. He reverently placed the wooden box in front of Yang Ling:

"Lord Yang, this is the thousand-year Fire Ginseng."

"Please accept it!"

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