All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 161 - 21: Head Constable Wang (3/3, thanks to the alliance leader Ma En for the joy of solving math problems!)

Chapter 161: Chapter 21: Head Constable Wang (3/3, thanks to the alliance leader Ma En for the joy of solving math problems!)

An Jing’s move was named ’Swallow Touching Water,’ capable of unleashing force silently and instantly. Even with the strength of an ordinary person, if one could exert force accurately, they could easily crush the skull’s fontanelle.

When An Jing stepped on the shoulder, he didn’t intend to kill someone on the street, and he even restrained his power. However, even the descent of his own weight, enhanced by the Magic Prohibition, was like a relentless strike of an iron hammer onto the shoulder joint, instantly shattering and dislocating it.

"Ah! My arm! It’s broken! It’s broken!" The female trafficker screamed and fell to the ground, then wailed with tears streaming down her face, gripping her arm and crying out like a slaughtered pig.

This was certainly no random kick.

Having observed earlier, An Jing had deduced that this woman’s martial arts were concentrated in her hands, yet her arms were not thick but instead withered, clearly the work of some ’Poison Palm’ or similar technique.

He had also heard that traffickers kidnap people by simply patting their heads, and the victims would then blindly follow them.

This was a type of Poison Palm, using the force of the palm to cause brain concussion and dizziness, and using poison to make people hallucinate, after which whether it be killing for money or kidnapping, they could do as they pleased.

That’s why he disabled one hand first.

In a blink of an eye, with agile moves, three traffickers lay on the ground—two unconscious, one screaming—all severely injured.

Standing next to the female trafficker, without waiting for the surrounding vendors and pedestrians to gather around or think further, An Jing took a deep breath.

Then, he bellowed with rage, "Who do you think you are, daring to lay a hand on me, don’t you recognize your Master Xuan?!"

His roar was loud and clear, its volume so great that the entire street could hear it distinctly.

The screaming female trafficker was stunned.

The middle-aged woman stared at An Jing, completely puzzled. She was the one hurt, so why was it the voice of her target that was loudest?

They hadn’t even acted yet, nor had they been exposed, right?

"What’s going on, Xuan?"

"What happened to these people? Did they attack you?"

Indeed, the crowd that had gathered with a mix of caution and curiosity paused, then quickly pieced together what had happened.

Ming City had indeed been restless lately, with frequent disappearances, and the fact that human traffickers were rampant was true.

And An Jing had been spending money lavishly recently, obviously a cash cow... obviously, a young man from a wealthy family. It wasn’t surprising he had become a target.

However, seeing the traffickers lying on the ground and An Jing unharmed, they knew these traffickers had met their match.

"Damn it, where did this scum come from, daring to make a move on our Xuan?"

"Are you blind! To dare make a move in broad daylight?!"

In an instant, the crowd surrounded the human traffickers, spitting on them, kicking them, and some even ran to report to the authorities.

As for why no one doubted An Jing’s lies...

An Jing had been so generous with money these days, who would suspect their benefactor?

Not to mention that An Jing’s temper was indeed not bad; he simply didn’t regard money as important, and the people on the old street had all seen it.

Soon, accompanied by the sound of orderly footsteps, the officials from the Da Chen government arrived.

Woo woo—

Accompanied by the somber sound of the horn, a group of Yamen constabulary servants wearing official uniforms with a turtle pattern rushed to the scene.

In the past, the Northwest often had wars and commonly used martial law. The constabulary servants in the Yamen were soldiers who had retired after the Luoshan Pass campaign and settled locally.

Even though two generations had passed, the efficiency had not diminished.

"Human Traffickers?"

The head constable leading the group had greying hair but a pair of eyes bright as copper bells, brimming with undiminished Evil Qi, and a scar running down from his nose to his chin, clearly a gash from a blade faced head-on in the battlefields of his youth.

Entering the scene, with just a glance, he understood the situation and said with an icy voice, "Breaking the law knowingly, an endless cycle of offenses, in a few days we’ll execute them together."

However, very quickly, he noticed something amiss and uttered a light "hmm": "Which chivalrous hero intervened? This ’Swallow Touching Water’ move is truly exquisite, it immediately shattered the thief’s shoulder bone, yet the force was so precise that it spared his life."

In Da Chen, where martial spirit was prevalent and the times increasingly harsh, there were those who used martial practice for benevolence and others for ill deeds. Yet whether for good or bad, it was difficult to intend to leave a survivor for interrogation after making a move.

Being able to remember to spare a life when capturing criminals was truly rare in these times.

"Head Constable Wang..."

No one answered directly, but everyone turned their heads, looking toward An Jing standing next to the human traffickers.

The old constable hadn’t quite collected his thoughts yet and subconsciously met An Jing’s gaze for a good while before snapping back to reality, "You?"

"It was me."

An Jing replied, but his response with a Dust Li accent made the old constable frown: "A person from Dust Li?"

An Jing’s use of the pure Dust Li accent was easily recognizable by the locals, and the old constable’s reaction was quite normal, which was why An Jing felt that the old lady from before was out of the ordinary.

"Did they intend to abduct you?"

Head Constable Wang waved his hand, and the constabulary servants behind him started moving, heading to another crowd-gathered alleyway to bring over the other two traffickers who had passed out. Meanwhile, he walked up to An Jing, frowning slightly as he looked him over.

"Yes..." An Jing noticed that upon hearing his accent, the old constable showed slight hostility towards him, clearly directed at people from Dust Li. Given the constable’s age and the scar on his face, the reason was evident.

Even though the people of Dust Li in the Western Mountain region had long been at peace with Da Chen, Luoshan Pass, closer to the Hanhai region, bordered the Northern Barbarians, and it was clear this man was a retired old soldier from that front.

Nevertheless, any hostility faded quickly during his appraisal.

Before An Jing could finish speaking, upon hearing the word "yes," the old constable straightened up and nodded, "With both eyewitnesses and evidence present, take them back for punishment."

It seemed to be a matter of mere formality.

An Jing wasn’t foolish; even without the heightened perception that came from having a Spirit Root and practicing magic, he could tell that the old constable, due to the earlier years of war with the Dust Li and Northern Barbarians, was quite displeased with the people from Dust Li.

He didn’t harbor any hatred towards An Jing, a young man from Dust Li who obviously was not from the Northern Barbarians, but he also didn’t care to converse further.

With this in mind, An Jing simply stood to one side without saying much.

After all, he had achieved his goal.

The constabulary servants paid him no heed, leading away the traffickers, while the neighborhood folks and nearby curious martial artists, after admiring the swift and decisive action of the Ming City constabulary, gathered around An Jing, looking on with curiosity at the Dust Li landlord who, despite not usually taking action, had swiftly defeated three traffickers with one move.

"Xuan, you’re fierce, must be tired, here’s some soy milk from my house!"

"Brother Xuan is amazing, that move was sharp and well-practiced, clearly a legacy of hundreds of years!"

"I’ve heard that outside of Da Chen, there are many Sects, and the Five Mountains of Dust Li are especially famous. Brother, which Great Sect are you from? Truly remarkable!"

The crowd asked with multiple overlapping voices, some with admiration, some to cozy up; all bursting with enthusiasm.

Had An Jing shown his martial force from the beginning, he might not have received such attention now; instead, he could have been met with fear.

But he had been frequenting this block for many days, demonstrating a character that was approachable, and by displaying his martial force at this moment, he managed to close the distance and enhance his standing and the curiosity of others.