A squad of fully armed constables hurriedly appeared on the street.
Just by looking at the ground full of corpses and those assassins groaning in pain from serious injuries, they all cast respectful glances towards Zhang Yuan standing amidst them.
They timidly dared not advance any further.
Even the powerful constable had no retort to this.
Because he had already recognized that the person before him was none other than the famous West Plain Dao General, Zhang Yuan!
Such a high-profile figure could easily crush someone like himself with just a flick of a finger.
Was it worth risking his life for a monthly salary of less than a dozen taels of silver?
The answer was obviously no.
Immediately, hurried footsteps were heard approaching from afar.
Dao Camp Deputy General Sun Yujiang rushed over with a group of Daoist Soldiers.
Although Zhang Yuan had granted the Dao Camp a three-day leave, it was impossible to leave the forces behind.
