Chapter 162 - 22 Guarantor (4/3, thanks to the alliance leader ZZMXQSM!)

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Chapter 162: Chapter 22 Guarantor (4/3, thanks to the alliance leader ZZMXQSM!)"Hey, it’s all family martial arts, yet he hasn’t joined any Sects!" An Jing also rigorously maintained the persona he had recently crafted for himself, that of a young prodigy with impressive martial skills, who enjoyed putting on airs and being admired by others. As for exactly which family he was from, he would say, "My elders instructed me not to disclose such matters carelessly," yet he subtly revealed some details that made people feel that the family backing him was low-key yet astonishingly powerful. In this way, the identity of ’Jing Xuan’ became thoroughly established, even gaining a few more detailed settings. But an unexpected event occurred. "You there, Dust Li boy." Just then, as Head Constable Wang was preparing to wrap up and lead his men away, he walked over. He pushed through the crowd, his brows slightly furrowed, gazing at An Jing. The old constable seemed to want to say something but finally simplified it to one question, "Do you have a pass permit?" An Jing was dumbfounded. The bystanders were also dumbfounded. A pass permit, plainly speaking, is a passport, a Border Garrison’s travel permit. Although Kanming City is a trade place for the Western Desolation and Dust Li tribes, legally speaking, only traders with a pass permit could enter. Without this document, one could only trade at the border markets. Although nobody had followed this rule for hundreds of years, if it were actually brought up... Without a permit, it would be considered smuggling. "This..." An Jing was at a loss; even with his family’s extensive trading experience, he had not anticipated that someone would actually bring this up—this was too much. Where would he get a pass permit from? Rather, do any of the Dust Li people in Kanming City, constituting over ninety percent of the population, have a pass permit? "Ah, Head Constable Wang, do we need to be so strict..." Immediately, a vendor selling shaved noodles, to whom An Jing had tipped a few corners of silver before, spoke up. He smiled honestly, "Which of our place’s Dust Li people has a permit, eh? Moreover, Xuan is alone here. Even if he had a permit, it would be with his elders." "Exactly," a woman selling fabrics also chimed in to help. "If you’re strict about this, who would come to buy anything?" "Not having a permit is not a problem; after all, our place really hasn’t checked for such a thing in many years." Head Constable Wang waved his hand, looking solemnly at An Jing, "But this lad can’t be ignored—do all of you realize that with his martial arts, he could slaughter this street in less than a moment? The martial skills he’s displayed, to ordinary Martial Artists, he would likely be invincible!" "Are you saying you want to vouch for him?" At these words, everyone exchanged glances but dared not speak any further. An Jing wasn’t surprised; these people speaking up for him was already the most he could expect. Vouching for him was tantamount to staking their own lives to guarantee all of his actions—how could that be possible? Even if they were willing, they didn’t have the clout to do so. And moreover... An Jing narrowed his eyes; from the corner of his eye, he glanced at a constable hiding behind Head Constable Wang within the group. Just now, it was that constable who had exchanged a few glances with the trafficked woman on the ground, then ran up to whisper to Head Constable Wang. And then, Head Constable Wang, who had originally planned to take his men and go, came over to trouble him. —These traffickers actually knew a constable? Could it be... that they had some connection with Da Chen’s government? Or was it possible that criminal elements had infiltrated Da Chen’s governmental ranks? Anyway, they came looking for trouble, right? With this thought in mind, An Jing was unafraid and straightforwardly said, "I do not have a pass permit. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. All the checkpoints along the way didn’t ask me for one, and nobody asked when I entered the city." "If you really want to investigate me, then all the checkpoints along the way have been negligent—specify how you want to do it, and give me a protocol." "Boy, you assisted in the capture of a criminal, which is commendable. But entering the city without a pass permit and without guarantee is a mistake." He turned his head, gazing at An Jing, Head Constable Wang slowly said, "You indeed have a good temperament, but who’s to say you’re not a scout for the Northern Savages? Come with me." "There’s no other way now." At this moment, An Jing could only sigh. He saw that Head Constable Wang was indeed concerned about the safety of the neighborhood and was just slightly targeting him, wanting to keep an eye on him as a ’dangerous element’. But the constable who seemed to be targeting him probably wanted more than just to watch him. Put in a good light, it could be an opportunity for Enlightenment at Dragon Field, but to speak ill... He might have to kill his way out. "Indeed, it’s better to resist arrest now—the relationships with the shops in Ming City probably aren’t good enough to bail me out of jail. It’s just a shame to lose this identity." "But it doesn’t matter, I’ve already bought the Spiritual Objects. I can run away and then return to Tianyuan Realm, change my identity and come back—after all, this city has no Martial Meridian Grandmaster to stop me." However, just as An Jing was considering how to take down this team of constables and capture that little-eyed constable lurking in the shadows for interrogation, a voice wafted from a corner of the street. "I will vouch for this young man." Surprised, An Jing turned his head, and Head Constable Wang also raised his eyebrows, looking towards the corner from where the voice came. The voice was coming from the nearby teahouse. Old Madam Huai’s voice emanated from within, weak yet clear enough for everyone to hear: "I will stand as his guarantor." When everyone thought Head Constable Wang would at least grumble a bit, the old head constable hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and sighing, "Fine. Old Madam Huai herself vouches for you, boy... You’re lucky." After speaking, he didn’t say much else, only patting An Jing on the shoulder. An Jing felt that the old constable’s hands carried a lurking Gentle Force. This force moved secretly, vigorous yet unreleased, with a tendency to change incessantly... this was the Transformative Strength unique to Inner Breath like Tide. It was a warning and also a demonstration of power to An Jing. An Jing was unfazed; he knew, of course, why would the other party trust him? Head Constable Wang was leaving just because Old Madam Huai, unexpectedly high in standing, had vouched for him. "Don’t test me, if you want to warn me, just say it out loud." Despite his words, he still raised his hand and, with no courtesy, slapped the old man’s hand away: "This kind of indirectness, hesitation, it’s not straightforward at all!" "Youthful vigor, indeed." Having his hand slapped away, Head Constable Wang surprisingly did not get angry. He raised his eyebrows, retracted his hand, turned around, and left: "Be careful in the coming period." "No need for you to say more!" An Jing feigned indifference, but he knew that, from the other party’s tone, it was not a threat but a hint. But why? After such an interruption, the gathered crowd also dispersed, An Jing thought for a moment and walked towards Huai’s Teahouse. "Thank you, Auntie." Standing at the entrance, An Jing sincerely said, "Regardless of the reasons, I owe you a favor."

Chapter 162 - 22 Guarantor (4/3, thanks to the alliance leader ZZMXQSM!)

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