Twelve thieves were bound together by a hemp rope. As Chen Cheng dragged them from the main gate of the City Guard Department to the Government Office Hall, they left a trail of snow mixed with flecks of blood. A scraping sound echoed across the bluestone floor.
Just then, one of the thieves banged his head on a step. The pain jolted him awake, and he immediately began to groan.
Chen Cheng frowned and shot a look at Li Sheng. Taking the hint, Li Sheng strode forward and kicked the thief in the forehead, knocking him out cold once more.
Only then did Chen Cheng resume pulling the thick hemp rope and walking forward.
Having never witnessed such a scene, the onlookers turned pale as ghosts. Like a flock of startled quails, they followed timidly behind Chen Cheng.
The square was covered in a thick blanket of snow. Paying it no mind, Chen Cheng simply tossed the thieves onto the snow-covered ground.
