Shanglin Neighborhood, Chen Residence.
Early in the morning, Chen Mu was startled awake by the banging on the door.
Ghosts in paper form quickly appeared in the large willow tree outside the door.
More than a dozen impatient officers stood at the entrance.
"Has there been an issue with Sikou Yu?" Chen Mu's mind tightened.
But looking at those few officers, they were just ordinary people who practiced some boxing, not like a team that came to arrest someone.
Chen Mu quickly went to open the door.
"Gentleman Officials, having to start work so early in the morning must be tough," said Chen Mu with a beaming smile as he slipped the leading officer some silver pieces and warmly welcomed them into his home.
In his sleeve, his right hand gripped a handful of Iron Lotus Seeds, subtly glancing over the expressions of the officers.
If there was even a hint of trouble, he was ready to take them down immediately.
