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Chapter 91 [90] I am You Ming! I Speak for the World!

Cheng Han wore a brand new patrolman uniform and strode down the snow-covered road. All the pedestrians he encountered actively made way for him.

This was a common occurrence.

Patrolmen had considerable authority and high social status, so how could ordinary people afford to offend them?

Some of the young patrolmen at the Sixth哨所 (哨所 shào suǒ - post/station), did not earn high salaries and often complained about the tiring work, but none of them would quit if they were asked to.

There was a simple reason.

The mere sight of the respectful gazes from passersby was enough to make them persevere, no matter how hard or tiring it was.

Before long.

Cheng Han passed by the菜场 (cài chǎng - food market) he often frequented.

Coincidentally, a quarrel was unfolding at the entrance of the菜场 (cài chǎng - food market).

A middle-aged woman and a vendor were arguing fiercely over a trivial matter, and many people were gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Cheng Han walked closer, stopped, and quietly watched.

Five seconds later.

The quarrel subsided.

The onlookers also fell silent.

Cheng Han stared at the vendor with eyes as sharp as knives, but he did not say a word.

When a patrolman put on such a posture, no ordinary person could fail to feel the pressure.

After only two seconds.

The vendor couldn't bear it any longer and quickly said to the middle-aged woman, "I'm very sorry, the芥蓝菇 (jiè lán gū - Gai Lan mushroom) has been kept for too long. I'll refund you one copper coin."

The middle-aged woman did not pursue the matter relentlessly: "Don't do this again next time."

Cheng Han smiled slightly and quickly left.

Behind him.

Only fragments of conversation drifted in the wind.

"He's so young!"

"Could he be an imposter?"

"Are you ignorant? Ordinary people don't have the ability to imitate the aura of a patrolman."

*

善义坊 (Shàn yì f坊 - Shanyi neighborhood).

As Cheng Han approached his home, he spotted a slightly unfamiliar figure - Zhang Da Shan.

That is, Zhang Tie's father.

The reason for saying "unfamiliar" was because this man with a missing arm got up earlier than a rooster and returned later than an ox.

Cheng Han had lived here for a year and had only encountered Zhang Da Shan twice.

The man looked worried and was using his only left hand to carry a pile of sundries towards a small cart.

And on the cart, there were piles of sundries.

Cheng Han made a rough calculation and frowned tightly: "Zhang Da Shan has been extorted by the '暗拳帮 (Àn quán bāng - Dark Fist Gang)' and is forced to sell some of his belongings?"

The so-called "暗拳帮 (Àn quán bāng - Dark Fist Gang)" was an underground force that roamed in the black and gray areas. Where there were people, there was江湖 (jiāng hú - literally rivers and lakes, the pugilistic world), and even the authorities could not eradicate such groups.

He sighed deeply and felt deep sympathy for the one-armed man: "So many unfortunate things are happening all at once, it's truly 'when it rains, it pours'."

Losing his father at a young age, living in poverty, and even worse in middle age, his life was at its darkest, with not a glimmer of hope in sight.

Such a tragic fate.

What wrong had the common people done?

Not far away.

On the roof of his house.

The black cat squatted on it, gently wagging its tail.

At this moment.

Cheng Han understood the reason for the警长 (jǐng zhǎng - police chief)'s visit.

Earlier, he had specifically instructed the black cat to pay more attention to the Zhang Tie family next door, and if this family encountered major changes, it must notify him in time.

From the current situation, the警长 (jǐng zhǎng - police chief)'s notification was very timely.

This was a completely trustworthy cat!

Just then.

An illusion arrived unexpectedly.

The All-Knowing Eye was triggered passively once again.

After Cheng Han finished watching the illusion, recalling all the things about this family, his mind felt like it had been enlightened: "I understand!"

He stood still, with thoughts rushing into his mind.

"In the first few months after moving to 善义坊 (Shàn yì f坊 - Shanyi neighborhood), I met Zhang Tie and his sister several times, but I didn't pay any attention to them at all.

"After accidentally deciphering the Remnant Imprint of True Flame, I gradually began to notice them.

"Later, I ran into Zhang Tie being bullied and had the idea of helping this family, so I used the Weird to teach them how to make煎饼果子 (jiān bǐng guǒ zi - a type of pancake).

"Then, Zhang Da Shan fell into trouble and planned to sell some of his belongings, and I happened to appear here at this moment..."

Cheng Han immediately realized: "There seems to be a mysterious and unpredictable force in the冥冥 (míng míng - dark/dimness/the unknown) guiding the intersection between me and this family.

His gaze turned to the cart: "No, it should be the intersection with this item!"

Cheng Han murmured in his heart: "Is it the Remnant Imprint of True Flame?"

He looked up at the sky: "Or rather, the sun?"

Cheng Han hesitated for a moment, walked over quickly, and greeted him: "Uncle Zhang, hello! I'm Cheng Han, who lives next door."

Zhang Da Shan was stunned for a moment, looking a little awkward: "You... hello!"

Cheng Han looked at the items in the cart, asking knowingly: "Are you planning to sell these things?"

Zhang Da Shan nodded.

Cheng Han's gaze locked onto a palm-sized bronze ring, pretending to be curious: "What is this thing?"

Zhang Da Shan seemed unwilling to show his stutter, answering in an unusually concise manner: "A small object left by my... ancestors."

Cheng Han revealed his true intentions: "No wonder this thing looks so old. I'm very interested in it. Can I buy it?"

Zhang Da Shan waved his hand: "It's... not worth much. Just take it."

In the eyes of ordinary people, this thing was indeed worthless and could only be sold as scrap metal.

After all, this world had tens of thousands of years of history, and it had generally maintained peace. There were too many old objects that were hundreds of years old, and even thousands of years old were not uncommon.

Cheng Han forcibly stuffed a handful of copper coins into his hand: "Uncle Zhang, take it."

Zhang Da Shan finally did not refuse: "Okay... okay."

Cheng Han picked up the ring, greeted him, opened the door, and walked into his house.

According to the information given by the All-Knowing Eye, this thing was called the -墟钥 (Xū yào - Ruins Key).

This thing had a long history of more than 20,000 years and was indeed useless to ordinary people, but for超凡者 (chāo fán zhě - transcendents/supernaturalists), its value was unimaginably huge.

"喵 (miāo)~".

The black cat pounced over at the first moment, rubbing enthusiastically against his trouser leg.

Master had been away for so long, this cat missed him so much!

Cheng Han stroked the cat for a while, and asked with a smile: "As a righteous young man, it doesn't seem like a good thing to get a disabled person's family heirloom for free, right?"

Generations ago, Zhang Da Shan's ancestors did regard it as a family heirloom, but unfortunately, times had changed, the secret of the墟钥 (Xū yào - Ruins Key) was buried by time, and this thing had been reduced to scrap metal.

The black cat responded: "喵 (miāo)~".

It didn't care.

Cheng Han shook his head and said his plan: "I plan to take a 'roundabout' approach, giving appropriate compensation in installments and batches to improve the Zhang Tie family's situation."

He added: "But I can't give too much. Without enough power, but possessing huge wealth, it's like a child holding gold in a downtown area, which will inevitably lead to disaster."

The black cat flicked its tail.

It felt like it had learned something again.

If they're poor, give them less!

Cheng Han flipped out a gold coin from a hidden place and flicked it lightly.

"Ding!"

A soft sound.

The gold coin flipped.

*

Ten minutes later.

Night had completely fallen.

A extremely delighted female voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Tie's house.

"My goodness, how can there be a gold coin in this broken jar?"

It was Wang Xiaocui's voice.

On a tree not far away, a nocturnal bird peeked out, flapped its wings, and flew away.

Wang's mission was completed!

*

"噼啪 (pī pā)!"

The fireplace, which had been cold and silent for a long time, finally lit up with cheerful flames.

The black cat lay beside it, enjoying the warm flames, its eyes following its master's figure.

"喵 (miāo)~".

It couldn't help but meow.

It's so good that master is home!

Cheng Han smiled and began to ramble again: "A gold coin is not enough to solve Zhang Da Shan's predicament. The key to the problem lies in the 暗拳帮 (Àn quán bāng - Dark Fist Gang).

"Although my current identity is a patrolman, and I can use official channels to deal with those scum, I don't think this is a good idea."

The black cat's ears perked up.

Didn't master say that if something happened, he would summon official wage earners? Why did he change his mind this time?

Cheng Han sighed softly: "I spent more than a day at the Sixth哨所 (shào suǒ - post/station). In the eyes of Liu Yidao and others, I know very little about the situation at the哨所 (shào suǒ - post/station).

"In fact, they are very wrong. I spent a lot of energy studying the internal situation of the哨所 (shào suǒ - post/station) and even the巡查署 (xún chá shǔ - Patrol Bureau), and learned many unknown secrets."

The so-called "research" was nothing more than the推演 (tuī yǎn - deduction/calculation) of the All-Knowing Eye.

He casually cited an example: "Who would have thought that the senior patrolman 'Ximen Qing' collects protection fees from the chicken coop every month?"

The black cat's head turned, its cat eyes filled with doubt.

Protection fees for the chicken coop?

Eggs?

Cheng Han narrated slowly: "There is reason to believe that going through the official level will inevitably encounter considerable internal resistance, and it may even cause Zhang Da Shan to suffer misfortune.

"Although I am confident that with my ability, I can solve all the difficulties I encounter, but there are too many troubles in it, so why bother?"

The black cat nodded in agreement.

Cheng Han changed the subject: "When guarding the Weird Shadow last night, Lao Niumang 'Long Xingyun' deliberately tried to get close to me and actively told me many interesting cases.

"An old case from fifteen years ago impressed me the most. In a灵境 (líng jìng - spirit realm) nearby, there was a commoner named 'You Ming' whose wife was raped and killed by a powerful nobleman.

"Later, he obtained power from an alien god, and in a row, he bloodbathed three庄园 (zhuāng yuán - manor/estate), the blood case alarmed the local黑甲军 (hēi jiǎ jūn - black armored army), but You Ming successfully escaped the pursuit and disappeared.

"The official gave this person a code name, called..."

Cheng Han paused and uttered a word: "You Ming!"

He chuckled: "Since it's too difficult to solve the problem from the open, why not borrow the identity of You Ming and use unconventional means?"

The black cat stood up.

It had a premonition that its master was going to do something.

Subsequently.

The premonition was confirmed.

A large amount of black mist suddenly emerged from Cheng Han's body, instantly obscuring him.

The most bizarre thing was that even though the black mist was in the room, the black cat inexplicably found it difficult to focus its attention on it. If it hadn't been paying close attention to its master, it might have ignored it.

A low speaking voice echoed in the room in a bizarre way.

The black cat's scalp tingled.

It came from the roof.

"I recognize the rules, and I abide by the rules, but I will never blindly follow them!"

It sounded from within the fireplace.

"Because I have my own道 (dào - way/path), and I am more willing to practice my道 (dào - way/path)!"

It came from all directions.

"I am You Ming! I Speak for the World!"

The next moment.

The black mist exploded.

Firelight sprinkled over.

There was nothing in place.

The black cat widened its eyes.

Where's master?

The mysterious man exited.

You Ming took the stage!