"Who does he think he is, really thinks the Demon Suppression Bureau rules everything?"
"A young calf is not afraid of tigers. Itâs clearly a personal vendetta, but heâs using the name of the Demon Suppression Bureau. If being a Demon Suppression Guard allows you to walk all over Su City, the Bureau would be full by now."
"Claiming itâs a case for the Demon Suppression Bureau is indeed imposing, but the consequences might be unbearable."
...
In the Mist Rain Pavilion, many guests began to discuss amongst themselves.
Using the name of the Demon Suppression Bureau carries its own consequences. If someone had a grudge and just beat someone up claiming it was Bureau business, Su City would be in chaos by now.
"Enough talk, letâs drink and eat!"
Some Demon Suppression Guards at the scene recognized Wei Fan and pulled their companions to sit down and stop gossiping.
For ordinary folks, using the name of the Demon Suppression Bureau would naturally cause trouble, but itâs unlikely for Wei Fan.
"What harm did he do to me?"
Wei Fan shook his head, "Youâve been bullied and you didnât come to me? What were you thinking? Something like this could harm me?"
Hu Qing moved her lips but ultimately didnât say a word.
Wei Fan had already made a move, and it was too late to say anything now.
After a while, the food and drinks started to come out. Wei Fan ordered the strongest liquor and handed it to Hu Qing, "Go and have a drink with them."
"Alright!"
Understanding Wei Fanâs intention, she promptly took the liquor and poured it over Yang Feng and othersâ heads, the intense pain waking them from their stupor.
Yang Feng gasped in agony and looked at Wei Fan, "Kid, let us go immediately. Misusing force as a Demon Suppression Guard in the city? Youâll all end up in jail."
He still remembered Wei Fan, the brash fellow who knocked him out with a few hits.
Luo Song only recognized Ning Xuan, "Ning Xuan, what are you trying to do?"
The four of them were tied together, their hands and feet bound behind them, in a very miserable state. The strong liquor pouring onto their wounds felt like fire.
Ning Xuan ignored Luo Song and continued drinking with Wei Fan and the others.
When kind words donât work, and now theyâve provoked someone like Wei Fan, theyâd be lucky to escape with their skin intact.
If it werenât for being in Mist Rain Pavilion, these guysâ heads would have rolled already.
"You all seem to act as if I donât exist!"
Seeing Yang Feng and the others awake but ignoring her, Hu Qing promptly poured more strong liquor over them, "How about now, Young Master Yang? Iâm drinking with you now, but are you planning to let me go?"
The group winced in pain but didnât speak further.
Realizing now what had happened, the Mist Rain Pavilion hadnât intervened, leaving them bound here, tying the incident to using the Demon Suppression Bureauâs name was quite likely.
Causing more trouble would only bring shame to themselves and their affiliated powers.
The group quieted down, and Hu Qing, finding it boring now that she vented her anger enough, returned to the table to eat.
...
Outside Mist Rain Pavilion, a group of people approached menacingly, with Yang Lianzhao walking in front with a grim face.
He had received a report that his son Yang Feng was beaten and tied up in Mist Rain Pavilion.
"Whereâs my son? Where is he?"
Entering Mist Rain Pavilion, he grabbed a servant from a distance to inquire about his sonâs whereabouts.
The servant trembled all over, clearly recognizing Yang Lianzhao, and pointed in a direction, "Young Master Yang is over there."
Yang Lianzhao threw the servant aside and quickly walked over, soon seeing his son tied up in complete bondage.
His son now looked extremely miserable, his face swollen like a pigâs head, hair disheveled, nose and mouth bleeding, bound like livestock and tossed onto the ground.
"Father, save me!"
Seeing his father appear, Yang Feng shouted loudly, finally seeing his backing arrive.
In Mist Rain Pavilion, all eyes turned to them.
The show was about to start!
Yang Lianzhao had received the news so quickly, clearly someone tipped him off.
As a Celestial Martial Artist, with connections to many Captains from the Demon Suppression Bureau, letâs see how these Guards who used the Bureauâs name will handle this.
Yang Lianzhao was about to go over and release his son when several young men stood up from a nearby table.
He finally remembered that his son had been tied up by people from the Demon Suppression Bureau, "Whose subordinates are you? Youâd better release my son immediately. Do you know the consequences of using the name of the Demon Suppression Bureau?"
Wei Fan looked at Yang Lianzhao expressionlessly, "Your son drugged people from the Demon Suppression Bureau with ill intentions. We suspect his collusion with Demon Fiends, and now we suspect you too, so surrender yourself and come with us to the Bureau, or face execution."
Yang Lianzhaoâs expression changed slightly. As a leader of power, who hasnât done some shady things?
The Bureauâs interrogations are notorious for making people confess to past bed-wetting episodes.
Thatâs why, despite the Bureau slaying demons, itâs not well-liked because you never know when you might fall into its hands.
"I am Yang Lianzhao from Bibo Building. Young man, youâd better first ask your superior what my name represents.
Trying to frame my son, this wonât work on me."
Wei Fan strolled over and stomped on Yang Fengâs head, pressing his head directly to the ground, "Whether itâs a frame-up, you can ask your son. If he doesnât confess now, he will at the Bureau."
Yang Fengâs actions toward Hu Qing could be a minor issue, or it could be magnified into a major one, depending on who pursues it.
Causing trouble at Hu Qingâs place could just be a matter of public security.
But if this issue were escalated to a demon fiend level, no one could fault it since heâs currently someone hated by demon fiends, targeting his friends is targeting him.
"Take your filthy foot off!"
Yang Lianzhaoâs eyes blazed with increasing anger. His son surely couldnât withstand the Bureauâs interrogation.
The other party, using the name of the Bureau, made it awkward for him to either act or refrain from acting.
Despite stating his name, this young man remained unyielding; either he didnât understand the weight of Yang Lianzhaoâs name, or he had the confidence to face it.