Office of Imperial Justice

In the hazy night, Lin Feng walked slowly toward the crowd, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Who goes there???"

"The Qinzheng Bureau, Lin Feng!"

"The Qinzheng Bureau? What's that supposed to be? Never heard of it... If you know what's good for you, get lost! Don't ruin our fun!!!"

Lin Feng smiled faintly. His right hand dropped and gave a slight flick, and a soft sword shot out from his sleeve.

Gripping the hilt and pointing the tip at the crowd, Lin Feng said two words calmly.

"You're asking for death!"