Although Zuo Shandiao's hands were held back by two constables from the Six Doors, he showed no fear on his face and instead threatened the two constables.
"Of course we know who you are, the leader of the Datong coal gang. A few months ago, you had a conflict with the Feng family in Datong and killed five members of the Feng family."
The cold voices came from the two constables as they recounted all the crimes committed by Zuo Shandiao in front of everyone.
As Zuo Shandiao listened to his own crimes, his heart grew colder and colder. The visitor was clearly up to no good; the other party had investigated him so thoroughly. He was probably really in trouble this time. Now, all he could do was pray that his underlings would find out and come to his rescue as soon as possible.
Two constables from the Six Doors gave the crowd a cold look and then forced Zuo Shandiao out of the gambling den.
Wangcheng County, Hunan Province.
Jiang Family Wine Shop.
On a square wooden table were two jars of sake, three catties of beef, and two iron swords.
Two men, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, sat on either side of a wooden table chatting.
"Brother Fangcheng, have you heard? The imperial court recently established the Six Doors. You'd better do less of your Robin Hood-like activities in the future, or you might get targeted."
Fang Cheng, nicknamed "Flying Rat," is a well-known figure in the martial arts world. He is known for his public-spiritedness and love of making friends. Because of his exceptional lightness skills, he has earned the nickname "Flying Rat."
Fang Cheng had a good reputation in the martial arts world, but in the county governments of various places, he was deeply hated. If it weren't for his excellent lightness skills, they would have dragged Fang Cheng to the market and killed him long ago.
Because what Fangcheng did was seen by the local county governments as utterly lawless.
Robin Hood-like behavior was something Fang Cheng often did. Whenever he arrived in a new place, if he was in the mood, he would seek out the wealthiest family in the county, sneak in late at night, and steal something.
Because Fang Cheng was very skilled in light-footed martial arts, he succeeded repeatedly. After succeeding, he would leave his name behind and then distribute the money to those he considered poor.
In the past two years, he has robbed at least a dozen wealthy families.
Fang Cheng picked up the wine jar on the table, took a big gulp, and laughed, "Those useless officials can't possibly control me? Brother Yu Ying, you're overthinking it."
Yu Ying was not as optimistic as Fang Cheng. He said leisurely, "Brother Fang, you'd better be careful. I heard that the commander-in-chief of the Six Doors is Li Boyang, the Blood-Handed Butcher. If he targets you, you're doomed."
Robin Hood-like acts are considered great deeds by people in the martial arts world. Therefore, Fang Cheng's reputation in the martial arts world would increase after each successful robbery. So even though he knew that the other party was a righteous person, Yu Ying was still willing to associate with him because he was also a person in the martial arts world.
"How could a big shot like Bloodhand Butcher have time to pay attention to small fry like us?"
"If you ask me, you're just overthinking it."
Fang Cheng didn't take the other party's words to heart at all. In his opinion, although he had a little reputation in the martial arts world, he was not good enough to catch the eye of Blood Hand Butcher.
He felt that even if Blood Hand Butcher were to target martial arts heroes, he should start with those who were notorious in the martial arts world. With his good reputation, it was impossible for him to be targeted.
Moreover, when the sky falls, the tallest person is the first to hold it up. There are many people with greater fame than him, so it just so happens that it will be his turn.
Suddenly, Yu Ying leaned close to Fang Cheng's ear and whispered:
"Brother Fangcheng, you'd better be careful. I have some inside information that quite a few people have already been arrested."
Just as Yu Ying finished speaking, a man entered the wine shop.
The man was dressed in a dark green long robe, with a four-foot-long sword in the scabbard in his right hand. He also had a token hanging at his waist with three large characters written on it: Six Doors. He was clearly a constable from the Six Doors.
After the Six Doors constable entered the tavern, he took out a portrait, compared it to Fang Cheng's features, and said coldly:
"You're Fang Cheng?"
Yu Ying glanced at the token at the constable's waist, suddenly drew an iron sword from the table, and shouted:
"Brother Fangcheng, run! It's the Six Doors!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng was greatly alarmed. He didn't even have time to grab the iron sword on the table. He leaped forward, smashed through the window of the wine shop, and escaped using his lightness skill.
The constable from the Six Doors smiled coldly as he watched Fang Cheng fly out. With a step, he also flew out, his lightness skill not inferior to Fang Cheng's.
Meanwhile, scenes like this were happening all over the Central Plains.
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Chapter 157 Goujue
Nanjing City.
Six doors.
Nowadays, the area outside the Six Doors is heavily guarded, with a sentry every three steps and a sentry every ten steps.
Imperial guards clad in iron armor were stationed at all the exits of the Six Doors. Everyone who passed through the Six Doors was scrutinized, as if they were on guard against something.
Just then, a group of carriages carrying prisoners slowly drove into the Six Doors under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guards. After entering the Six Doors, the carriages went directly to the dungeon.
"Get down here, all of you."
After the carriage stopped, the guards in the dungeon immediately went to the carriage, opened the iron cage on the carriage, and whipped the prisoners twice in the air to drive them off the carriage.
There were about a dozen prisoners on this carriage. Their feet were shackled and their hands were also chained. Their hair was disheveled and their eyes were lifeless. They all had some injuries on their bodies, which showed that they had been tortured.
After the dozen or so prisoners got off the carriage, they huddled together in a chaotic mess, completely unsure of what to do.
One of the guards, frowning deeply, shouted:
"Line up, all of you line up for me."
*Smack*