Master Wang glanced around, even subconsciously looking at Chen Yuan in the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was paying attention. Sending silver to Steward Huang tonight was crucial for him to get rid of the word "Deputy" in his title.

The Huang family's support for the North Sea Gang wasn't a secret, but rather almost open. Whether it was the gang leader or the masters, the Huang family largely called the shots.

The Huang family's head steward also had a say. Master Wang had previously established a relationship with Steward Huang, precisely for this crucial moment. No hint could be leaked.

Otherwise, the other competitors might cause all sorts of trouble.

In the distance, Zhang Jing's lips curled into a smile. "Silver, it's coming, isn't it?"

Chen Yuan even had a thought flash through his mind: when the Qi Luck Altar absorbed Iron Hand's Qi Luck, he had unknowingly absorbed some as well.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he just wanted to make money, and then silver appeared before his eyes.

Could it be...

That he was a protagonist?

......

......

After a good meal, Chen Yuan didn't pay any attention to Master Wang. He turned and walked down the stairs.

He prepared to head home, but in his heart, he was calculating about Wang Er.

Since he was planning to send silver to the Huang family tonight, the silver must be substantial. As long as he intercepted him on his inevitable route, everything would be foolproof.

Wang Er was just an ordinary person, at most capable of a few punches and kicks. He hadn't stepped into the martial path, so Chen Yuan wouldn't find it difficult to deal with him, as long as he wasn't detected.

As he walked, his ears suddenly twitched. Several shouts came from not far away, and they were approaching his direction.

"Robbery! Murder!"

"Help!"

"Stop, stop..."

A somewhat familiar voice sounded. Chen Yuan focused his eyes and saw it was Little Fang's father, chasing after a middle-aged man with a cleaver in his hand.

Chen Yuan thought for a moment, then his long saber sped out, landing squarely in front of the fleeing man, causing him to panic and fall to the ground.

Little Fang's father stepped forward and grabbed the man, cursing:

"You have the gall, you dare..."

Chen Yuan strolled forward. The people around, seeing the constable uniform on him, quickly cleared a path.

"The yamen's here..."

"Officer, officer, this old thing wanted to rob my money, I hope officer can stand up for me!" The man cried out as soon as he saw Chen Yuan.

"You... you dare to slander!"

"Uncle Zhou..." Chen Yuan greeted softly.

"Chen... it's Yuan-ge'er..." Little Fang's father rubbed his hands, looking a little nervous.

"Hehe... Uncle Zhou is more used to calling me Chen小子," Chen Yuan smiled.

When he was young, Chen Yuan often took advantage of him, and he always smiled and didn't mind. So later, when Chen Yuan became a constable, he would stand up for the Zhou family.

Wang Er of the North Sea Gang dared not be presumptuous, because he was afraid of Chen Yuan's relationship with the Zhou family.

"Off... Officer..." The man on the ground paled, thinking he was done for, this constable actually knew the old guy.

The people around whispered.

Chen Yuan scanned the crowd, moved closer, and stared at the skinny man on the ground, saying:

"You said, Uncle Zhou wanted to rob your money?"

"No... that's right, I was going to buy medicine for my old mother, passed by his steamed bun shop, accidentally dropped my money bag on the ground, and he saw it and wanted to rob it..." the man sobbed.

Some people around were talking about bullying the good.

"You're talking nonsense, it was clearly me who just came back from the butcher shop with meat, and the money bag fell on the ground. Before I could even pick it up, you, you dog thing, snatched it away!" Uncle Zhou's face showed an anxious expression.

"With all my injuries and illnesses, how would I dare to rob your money bag?" As he said that, the man raised his arm, revealing the marks on it.

"You said you were going to buy medicine for your old mother?"

Chen Yuan sheathed his long saber.

"Yes..."

"As far as I know, there are no pharmacies in the north of the city, how would you come to the north of the city to buy medicine?"

"I... I came in from outside the city, preparing to go to the pharmacy in the south of the city."

"Outside?" Chen Yuan pointed to the man's soles.

"These past few days, there has been light rain every night, if you came from outside the city, why is there no mud on your shoes?"

"I... I..." The man couldn't speak for a moment.

"You changed your shoes after entering the city?" Chen Yuan chuckled.

"Yes... no... no, I cleaned the mud off my feet."

"Hehe... Buying medicine for your mother, and you still have time to clean the mud."

"Yes, I hope officer will see clearly," the man pleaded.

"Okay, let's just say you cleaned the mud off, I still have a way to verify who the money in the money bag belongs to."

"What way?" The man on the ground was already a little scared.

Not only was he afraid of the official skin on Chen Yuan, but also the words he spoke.

Chen Yuan's eyes turned around and walked towards a middle-aged man.

"Can I use the water in your bucket?" Chen Yuan threw him a copper coin.

"Officer, you can use it as much as you want."

The man's face lit up, and he carried the bucket to the front of the man who had collapsed on the ground.

"Pour the copper coins in the money bag into the water, and it will be known at a glance who is lying."

"I'll leave it all up to Yuan-ge'er," Uncle Zhou said immediately.

Chen Yuan turned his gaze to the man on the ground and said in a low voice:

"If you don't dare, then the money bag is stolen by you."

"Who says I don't dare?" The man on the ground hesitated for a moment, opened the money bag, and hundreds of copper coins fell into the water with a clatter.

"How to prove it? I hope officer will decide," the man said loudly.

Chen Yuan glanced at the man, pointed to the layer of oil slick floating in the bucket, and said:

"You said you were going to buy medicine for your mother, why is there oil slick in the bucket? On the other hand, Uncle Zhou came back from the butcher shop with meat, and his hands are stained with oil."

"Whose money is in the money bag, do we need to say more now?"

"This officer is really amazing!"

"Yes, yes."

The man's face was a mixture of green and white, he glanced at Chen Yuan, and then ran away.

Chen Yuan threw the scabbard in his hand sharply, hitting the man in the back, knocking him to the ground. Chen Yuan strolled forward and stepped on the man's face.

"You're a habitual thief, come with this constable to the prison."

"No, no... officer, I was wrong, please let me go."

Uncle Zhou stepped forward with a happy expression, the more he looked at Chen Yuan, the more satisfied he was:

"Chen... Chen Yuan, thank you."

"Uncle Zhou, you don't need to be so polite, we are neighbors," Chen Yuan smiled.

In the original owner's memory, he had a good impression of the Zhou family, Chen Yuan accepted the original owner's memory, and he couldn't have any ill will towards the Zhou family either.

"Let's go, you dare to quibble in broad daylight, in front of this constable." Chen Yuan grabbed the man's neck and lifted him up.

"Off... Officer, spare my life, this is the first time I've done this kind of thing, my family..."

"The border is short of people, you, go to the border to serve."

"Off... Officer, I'll take the silver, I just ask officer to let me go."

The man was crying, if he was really sent to the border, it would be nine deaths and one life.

Thanks to book friend 狼子回头 for rewarding 5000 Qidian coins.

Thanks to book friend 35161书lisahy for rewarding one hundred Qidian coins.