"Constable Chen!"
"Morning, Constable Chen."
"Hello, Constable!"
"..."
Chen Ping'an walked through the entrance of the Nanquan Alley Town Patrol Office, greeted by a sea of fervent smiles.
It had been seven or eight days since Constable Zheng's death. Han Li, the official sent by the South Town Garrison Command to investigate, had already returned to report his findings. Chen Ping'an wasn't sure of the final conclusion, but it was most likely linked to the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.
This time, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had taken the fall for him.
After Constable Zheng's death, the six squads of constables under his command were, as expected, divided up among the other Constables.
