The seal of the magistrate of Qingni County was almost moldy on the office desk and no one dared to touch it. There are many gangs on the street, and the light of the sword is brighter than the lantern. The previous ones either packed up their bags and ran away, or died suddenly by "accidents".
Zhou Mingyuan is an exception. This man has nothing in his eyes and comes with a hard heart. He dares to slap the table when he sees a local bully. The strange thing is that he has not handled a single decent case in the three years since he took office, but his official title is as stable as a mountain - after all, no one is willing to take this hot potato.
What was even more surprising was that those gangs that were usually very violent took a detour when they saw him. It's not that he's afraid of him, it's that he thinks he's incompetent and not worth the trouble to deal with. In this way, County Magistrate Zhou actually lived a subtle sense of security in Qingni County.
That day, a strange man came outside the city gate. His round body was covered by a black cloak. He looked at the moving black pottery urn. His steps were very brisk, as if he were gliding on the stone road. He was more agile than a civet cat when avoiding vendors. The most important thing was that he was extremely powerful and invincible. After County Magistrate Zhou learned the basic information about this person, he stroked his chin and began to think - maybe this fat man is a strong man who can break the deadlock in Qingni County? He tightened his grip on the dusty file in his sleeve, and there was a rare light in his eyes.
