"Alright, I understand." Chen Cheng nodded, then added after a moment's thought, "Once Ma Zehua and Li Sheng finish up with the Zhang Family matter, have them gather all the constables from our shift. We'll assemble at the City Guard Department at noon."
...
Pingsha Lane was situated deep within the slums of the Qingshui Pier district, surrounded by a chaotic sprawl of low, dilapidated shacks.
Beneath a broken, yellow-mud wall in the middle of the lane, a campfire burned. Two beggar children, about eleven or twelve years old and dressed in ragged, coarse-cloth clothes with filthy faces, warmed themselves by the fire, periodically peeking out toward the lane's entrance.
Just then, a tall figure walked into the mouth of the lane. He wore a black, cloud-patterned uniform with a Long Saber at his waist and a gleaming silver Iron Claw on one hand.
"Oh no, it's an Official from the City Guard Department."
"It's the Iron Hand Chief Constable."
