Chapter 116 Application for Arrest Warrant

At this time, the setting sun gradually sank, reflecting the man's ruddy face, like an old general on the stage.

"Hey, that's right," another Red Flower Society gang member winked:

"As expected of a 'young lady' from an official's family, she probably eats well, has plenty of strength, and is pretty, with delicate skin and tender flesh."

The others also smiled knowingly.

The leading man holding the wine bowl glanced at the gang members and warned:
"Keep your hands clean. No one can touch her without the order from above. God knows what will happen next."

Everyone said unhappily:

"I know. But come to think of it, why arrest a young lady from an official family? Besides, she has seen our faces. If we let her go..."

"Don't overthink it. Just do what Master Meng tells you to do."

The "Master Meng" they are talking about is the leader of the largest gang in the capital.

Among the lower class civilians, he is nicknamed "Night Lord".

Some even believe that the capital belongs to the empress during the day and to Lord Meng at night - the lower class people cannot see the vast blue sky, and Lord Meng is the biggest figure they can see.

A group of people were eating meat and drinking wine.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of noisy footsteps approaching outside.

"Someone—"

The leading man became alert and put his finger on his lips to signal for silence.

One hand held the iron rod beside him.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Someone knocked on the door: “Open the door.”

No one answered, and a group of gangsters approached the gate with weapons in hand, with light steps.

The next second, there was a loud "bang" and the wooden gate was kicked open by several pairs of big feet!

When the door collapsed, a group of imperial officials rushed in!
Almost in the first encounter, these gang men were all knocked down and crushed by their fighting power.

"Ah, sir, spare my life..."

The one who kicked the door was a Mudantang detective. He kicked the man with the stick right in the heart, and the cold blade was placed on his neck:

"Did you kidnap anyone? Where?"

The man hesitated and said nothing.

An officer who was on his way to search the house stood outside the woodshed door, glanced inside, and shouted:

"Boss, there's a woman inside, and her dress is similar to the description."

The Mudantang Jishi's eyes lit up and he said:
"Don't move, set off the fireworks."

An attendant took out a bamboo tube from his waist, turned it upside down, grabbed the rope and pulled it hard.

"call out--"

With a sharp whistle, crimson fireworks rose from the ground and exploded in the sky, accompanied by a wisp of eye-catching smoke.

Russian qing.

Outside the courtyard, there was the sound of thundering horse hooves. Hou Renmeng and Qian Kerou, who were also searching in East City, arrived at the same time.

"The person is in the woodshed and his identity has not been verified yet." A colleague from Mudan Hall bowed.

The two looked at each other with joy. Qian Kerou stepped forward, drew her sword and cut the chains.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a beautiful girl in a skirt tied up and twisting her body in the dark woodshed.

"Don't be afraid, we are here to save you."

Qian Kerou squatted down, pulled the rag out of the girl's mouth, compared it with the portrait in her hand, and asked:
"what's your name?"

The girl was terrified and said timidly:
"Feng...Lianlian..."

There were traces of tears on her young face, and it was unclear what had happened.

Found it... Qian Kerou exhaled silently, cut the rope for her with a smile, and said:

"We are from the Lihua Hall of the Imperial Court, subordinates of the Zhao Jisi. We have been ordered to rescue you. Come with us."

Zhao Jisi... the empress's lover that father mentioned... Envoy Zhao on the White Horse?

Feng Lianlian was stunned.

Suddenly thinking of Zhao Duan’s bad reputation as rumored in the community, he couldn’t help but become even more frightened and shrank back.

Qian Kerou: “…”

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the yard again.

At the end of the alley, there was a group of gang thugs wearing uniform jackets with red flowers embroidered on the lapels, coming like a tide.

But after seeing the officials and soldiers from the imperial yamen, his momentum was slightly suppressed.

In the crowd, a silver-haired old man, about fifty years old, wearing a coat similar to a Tang suit and cloth shoes, walked over.

There were two oily and smooth walnuts in his hands.

Beside him, there was a young man with sharp eyes and steady steps, who seemed to be a practicing martial artist.

He is the youngest "Red Stick" fighter in the Red Flower Society.

"Haha, I wonder why you gentlemen have come here? Which lord are you serving under?" asked the silver-haired old man with a smile.

The eyes of the men who were tied up and thrown in the yard lit up:
"Mr. Meng——"

The strong and sturdy Hou Ren stroked the hilt of the knife at his waist and walked out with narrowed eyes:
"Are you the head of the Red Flower Society?"

Mr. Meng was used to a life of luxury, but as he had been in a superior position for a long time, he still had some composure, and he immediately smiled and nodded.

But my heart is not as relaxed as my appearance.

He didn't know who Xia Jianghou was targeting, he just followed orders and ordered people to kidnap Feng Ju's daughter.

Although Lord Meng, who was in charge of the underground world of the capital, was not willing to provoke a sixth-rank civil servant in the Ministry of Personnel, he was not afraid of him either.

What's more, he had done similar dirty things for Xia Jianghou more than once and was already very familiar with it.

But what he never expected was:
Just half a day after the man was kidnapped, news came that the devils in the imperial court were all out in force.

Like a mad dog, he searched all the halls at the same time.

Mr. Meng was horrified and had to rush over, but he was still a step too late.

"I'm glad it's you. It saves me the trouble of looking for you."

Hou Renmeng grinned, showing his white teeth, and shouted sternly:
"Get it for me!"

Meng Ye's face changed and he wondered where these unruly officers came from.

Shouldn't we talk about it?
How can you be so reckless?

The red stick beside him immediately pulled out the iron rod from his waist, took a step forward, and the martial arts energy burst out.

"How dare you! How dare you resist arrest and defy the imperial court!"

Hou Renmeng was not angry but laughed, and chopped with his knife.

Mr. Meng's face turned pale with rage, and he shouted, "Don't fight back!" Even the largest gang is shady, so how dare they confront the government?

Hou Renmeng, however, was in a dominant position and did not show mercy. He chopped the red stick, who was only able to defend himself, until he vomited blood and knelt on the ground. Then he spitted defiantly and sneered:

"You're smart, huh? How dare a rat like you ask my master's name?"

He even knocked the two juicy walnuts from the old man's hand and crushed them with his foot.

Lao Hou hates people who pretend to be cool the most, well, his own master is an exception.

in the courtyard.

Qian Kerou helped the weak-legged girl out, glanced at the group of people indifferently, and saw that many people had gathered to watch from afar, so she said loudly:
"Lihuatang is handling cases, and those who are not involved should stay away."

Lihuatang...they are Zhao Duan's people...

Master Meng's face suddenly turned pale, and this "Prince of Night" suddenly felt a chill on his spine and his legs trembled.

I wondered how I had offended this little devil.

I suddenly became anxious.

He just hoped that Xia Jianghou would rescue him as soon as possible - he had sent someone to notify him before he came out.

……

The setting sun is like blood.

Zhao Duan sat alone in the main seat at the entrance of Lihua Hall, wiping his sword with a white rag.

The hall was empty, except for a few clerks, the rest had been sent out.

Within two hours, dig the person out of this huge capital city.

Even if all nine gangs come together and have clues, it will not be an easy task.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the hall.

Born with a round face, the silly female brocade clothes returned with great vigor and determination.

Hold your fists and bow:

"Sir, Feng Lianlian has been rescued and is safe. The people involved, as well as the Red Flower Society's leader, 'Master Meng', have all been brought back."

Zhao Duan didn't look at her, and slowly and calmly pulled the white cloth from the handle of the knife to the tip of the knife.

His tone was calm: "Bring Feng Lianlian here, I'll take a look."

"Yes!"

After a while, Feng Lianlian was brought in.

She had the typical temperament of a lady from a scholarly family, her skirt was dirty, she was quiet and huddled nervously, her pretty face showed both fear and curiosity.

When he saw Zhao Duan's appearance, he was stunned.

My heart was beating like a deer, but suddenly I was not afraid anymore.

"It's Lianlian, right?" Zhao Duan stood up and smiled warmly.
"You have suffered. Have the people below ever frightened you?"

Feng Lianlian blushed, lowered her head, twisted her fingers, and said timidly:
"No... not really, Sister Ke Rou treats me very well."

Zhao Duan laughed heartily and said:
"That's good. Your father and I are good friends. When he learned that you were lost, he came to look for me. Fortunately, he found you. Ke Rou, you personally send her home and inform Lao Feng, so that he can rest assured."

Ah, father's friend?

Feng Lianlian was at a loss, and subconsciously bowed:
"Thank you...uncle."

...What are you looking at? I am obviously your brother... Fine, who told me to say that I am Feng Ju’s friend? There is a generation gap between us... Zhao Duan’s eyes were resentful.

He summoned Hou Renmeng again, and after a brief interrogation, ordered him to bring "Mr. Meng" to the imperial court:
"You go and watch it yourself, lest this old local tyrant has connections in the imperial prison. Beat him up and make him confess about Marquis Xia Jiang."

Hou Renmeng asked, "What if he insists on not telling me?"

Zhao Duan glanced at him and said, "Do I need to give you instructions?"

Hou Renmeng grinned and turned away.

A gang leader like Meng Ye has no clean subordinates. There is no need to interrogate him. He would not be unjustly executed even if shot a hundred times.

There is no psychological burden in torturing him.

Zhao Duan called Shen Juan and Zheng Laojiu again and ordered:

"The brothers from other halls have worked hard. Old Zheng, please take some money out of the account and give it to them to have a drink. Give more to Mudan Hall, including the money for repairing the gate for Zhang Han..."

When it comes to repairing the gate, he is a little speechless.

Zhang Han is a big shot after all, with a decent salary, so why is he still thinking about breaking the door?

He shook his head and said:
"Shen Juan, tell our people to wait and not leave the court. We may have to go out tonight."

Shen Juan was startled: "Sir, you want to..."

Zhao Duan smiled and didn't explain.

I raised my head and glanced at the blood-red setting sun in the west. The pears in the yard were all coated with a layer of gold.

Now that the witness has been caught, the next step is to strike while the iron is hot.

……

Governor's Hall.

When Zhao Duan arrived, he saw Ma Yan had been waiting for a long time in the spacious and majestic room.

The eunuch with a long and thin face, messy and irritable eyebrows, and a gloomy and cold temperament said calmly:
"Come here? Explain it."

As the supervisor, he was the first to know when all nine halls were dispatched at the same time.

But he did not intervene to stop it, nor did he ask any questions. He just waited for Zhao Duan to come and explain.

"Brother is really calm."

Zhao Duan smiled and offered a free flattery.

He loved flattery the most.

It doesn't cost any money, just move your lips and you'll have a chance to get gold coins. Is there anything more profitable than this in the world?

Ma Yan sighed helplessly:

"Let's get down to business. Why are you going through all this trouble?"

Zhao Duan said seriously:

"I was just about to report to the Governor and apply for an 'arrest warrant'."

Ma Yan frowned: "Who are you going to catch now?"

The word "again" is well used... Zhao Duan exhaled in a deep voice, his words were clear and melodious:
"The hereditary Grand Yu, Lord Xiajiang!"

……

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(End of this chapter)

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