"I never thought I'd still have to work nine-to-five after transmigrating!"
With a saber strapped to his waist, Wei Fan, dressed in a blue uniform emblazoned with a large character for "Constable," stepped out of his house.
He had transmigrated into a Gang Member in the Yun City Yamen, effectively securing an official government job.
Locking the door, Wei Fan rubbed his throbbing head and found a large blood clot.
According to his predecessor's memories, this blood clot was caused by a stick hitting him while apprehending someone yesterday. It was probably this blow that allowed him to transmigrate.
Before, this blood clot had caused him excruciating pain, but as the memories integrated, the pain diminished considerably.
However, his vision was still a bit blurry, and things appeared indistinct.
"Demons everywhere, evil spirits rampant?"
Wei Fan murmured.
According to his memories, the world he transmigrated into was not a simple ancient setting; it had demons and evil spirits, but also martial artists who could reach divine levels.
His predecessor was a martial artist who, after becoming a Gang Member in the Yamen, was taught the Golden Bell Shield and the Blood Fiend Saber Technique.
After three months of practice, the Golden Bell Shield had yet to be Initiated, but the Blood Fiend Saber Technique had shown some results.
"Lord Wei, what are you having today?"
"I'll take three large meat buns!"
Passing by the bun shop, Wei Fan bought a few buns before continuing his journey to the office.
Although he was merely a low-ranking Gang Member in the Yamen, in the eyes of ordinary people, he was a significant figure. They would nod and bow when speaking to him, fearing to offend him.
This was because his status as a Gang Member, like a tobacco worker in his previous life, could only be inherited from his father's generation, ordinary people simply didn't have such an opportunity!
As he walked down the street in his blue uniform, people would actively make way for him.
"Lord Wei, we owe you so much for yesterday. Otherwise, my granddaughter would have been defiled by that beast. This old man specifically came to thank you."
An old man by the roadside, carrying a basket and accompanied by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, suddenly blocked Wei Fan's path, his face filled with gratitude.
Wei Fan looked at them and recognized the two.
Yesterday, his predecessor had discovered someone attempting to assault this young girl while patrolling the streets and had intervened to apprehend the perpetrator, only to be struck on the back of the head by the assailant.
The young girl timidly hid behind the old man, occasionally peeking out to steal glances at Wei Fan.
"Old Man Zhang, there's no need to be so polite. I merely did what my duty required!"
The old man's surname was Zhang, and he lived on a nearby street, so Wei Fan had known him before yesterday's incident.
In his memories, Old Man Zhang's son and daughter-in-law seemed to have been killed by demons and evil spirits. Wei Fan remembered seeing only some torn remains when he went to investigate.
Wei Fan was in a hurry to report to the Yamen. After speaking, he intended to walk around and leave, but Old Man Zhang held him back and handed him the basket.
"This old man has nothing good, only these few eggs. It's a small token of my appreciation, Lord Wei, please accept it."
Wei Fan looked down to see five or six cooked eggs in the basket.
His heart warmed.
His predecessor had a strong sense of justice and was a responsible and dedicated constable who had helped many people, but this was the first time someone had brought something to thank him.
Wei Fan originally didn't intend to accept it, but Old Man Zhang kept holding him, and he didn't dare to use force, fearing he might pull Old Man Zhang to the ground.
"I'll take the gift, but I'll only take one. You can give the rest to Xiao Ya to nourish her body."
Wei Fan reached into the basket and took one egg, and only then did Old Man Zhang stop pressing him.
"Lord Wei is kind-hearted. It's a pity there aren't many good constables like him anymore!"
Old Man Zhang looked at Wei Fan's receding back, filled with emotion.
"Grandpa, there's money here!"
Old Man Zhang heard this and looked down, only to see two copper coins in the basket.
"Lord Wei…"
His eyes instantly reddened. Having lived for decades, it was already considered good if those Gang Members didn't extort money from the common people.
"Xiao Ya, remember this, if you ever have the ability, you must repay Lord Wei!"
…
"Ah, natural free-range eggs are just delicious!"
Finishing the egg in a few bites, Wei Fan regretted not taking a few more earlier. After walking a bit further, he arrived at the office.
After reporting to Head Constable Luo, Wei Fan went out on patrol with his colleague Zhou Qi.
After leaving the Yamen, Zhou Qi suddenly said, "I heard that Yang Jun was released last night!"
Yang Jun was the person Wei Fan arrested yesterday.
That guy tried to abduct Zhang on the street and act improperly. When Wei Fan, the Gang Member, arrived, the guy not only didn't stop but also resisted and hit Wei Fan. Finally, Wei Fan drew his saber, and only then did the guy stop.
Wei Fan's gaze sharpened as he asked, "Who released him?"
Abducting someone on the street and attacking a Gang Member, and he was just released like that.
Zhou Qi said, "It's said that Li Butou released him. After all, Yang Jun's brother-in-law is a branch master of the Fierce Tiger Gang. Yesterday, I told you not to bother with this; it's useless to arrest him. I heard Yang Jun said as he left that he told you to wait! In our line of work, how many people do you see who are as serious as you? Those who were serious are no longer around…
Sigh… You should be more careful from now on. The Fierce Tiger Gang is not to be provoked, and you know how they got their name."
There won't be a next time!
Because his predecessor had actually been beaten to death by that blow.
"Fierce Tiger Gang…"
Wei Fan pondered, quickly finding memories of the Fierce Tiger Gang in his mind. It was rumored that the gang got its name because it was connected to tiger demons.
The purpose of the gang was to collect treasures, beautiful women, and provide people as food for these tiger demons. Many people who offended the Fierce Tiger Gang simply disappeared.
Not to mention their kind of street patrolling Gang Members, even figures like constables didn't dare to offend the Fierce Tiger Gang.
"By the way, is your head okay?"
"I'm fine!"
Wei Fan shook his head.
Human lives are truly like grass. Such a gang that openly feeds people to tiger demons, and no one cares.
"Someone's been killed!"
Suddenly, someone shouted.
Wei Fan and Zhou Qi exchanged glances and quickly ran towards the source of the sound.
"Move aside, we are from the Yamen!"
Wei Fan pushed through the crowd and looked. A pool of blood had already spread on the ground, with several shattered eggs and two copper coins soaked in the blood.
Old Man Zhang, who had specifically brought eggs to thank him earlier, lay dead in the blood, his neck largely severed by a saber, his eyes wide open in death. His hand reached in a certain direction, as if desperately trying to grasp something.
"Which direction did the perpetrators run?"
Wei Fan grabbed a bystander by the collar and asked.
"They carried a little girl and ran in that direction!" The person pointed to an alley.
Wei Fan dropped the person and ran into the alley, his mind filled with the image of Old Man Zhang, dead in a pool of blood, his eyes staring blankly.
"Wei Fan, don't go! They're trying to lure you there!"
Zhou Qi shouted from behind, but Wei Fan had already run into the alley in the blink of an eye.
"Haha… Wei Fan, you've come! I knew you'd be brave enough to chase after me!"
In the alley, Yang Jun held a blood-stained saber. Behind him, two men tightly held Zhang, who was crying hysterically: "Brother Wei, they killed Grandpa! They're not human, boo hoo…"
Zhang struggled desperately, but being only a teenager, she couldn't break free from the grasp of two burly men.
"Yang Jun, let her go. If you have a problem, come at me!"
Wei Fan walked step by step into the alley with his saber. Zhou Qi, who had caught up, hesitated for a moment but also followed him in.
"Let her go? Just because she was ungrateful yesterday and caused me to spend my first night in a cell. And you, daring to disrespect me, don't expect to have an easy time. I'll make you regret provoking me little by little, and then I'll send you to Lord Tiger as food."
As Yang Jun spoke, he backhanded Zhang, who was crying in pain. In an instant, the young girl almost fainted, her tender face instantly swelling up.
"Don't you want to be a hero? Come on, if you let me hit you, I won't hit her!"
"Yang Jun, don't force me!"
Wei Fan stared intently at the arrogant Yang Jun, and suddenly, the blurry vision he had experienced since his transmigration became clear:
[Martial Arts:]
[Golden Bell Shield (Uninitiated)]
[Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Proficient)]
[Current Cultivation: None]
[Adding cultivation to martial arts can improve martial arts progress.]
[Slaying demons and evil spirits can yield corresponding cultivation.]