It was just a minor leader from the Flying Sand Gang, hardly something that required Chen Ping'an to go in person. Dispatching two constables with his Constable Token was more than enough.
As he watched the two men hurry away, a sense of pride swelled in Chen Ping'an's heart.
'He wasn't sure when it started, but now, a single word from him was enough to make others bend over backward to carry out his orders!'
'Is this the authority of a Constable?'
However, he quickly stamped out that flicker of pride.
'A Constable!? This little bit of influence is far from enough...'
When Chen Ping'an returned home, Aunt Zhang was there, sipping a cup of hot water while Chen Erya stood beside her.
"Lord Chen."
Seeing Chen Ping'an return, Aunt Zhang set down her cup and hurried over to greet him.
"Did... did it not go well?"
Seeing Chen Ping'an back so soon, Aunt Zhang's heart sank, her high hopes deflating.
