Big Bull stepped forward, neither servile nor overbearing, "County Magistrate, what do you need me for?"
The county magistrate smiled ingratiatingly, "Is there something you need? Just a casual chat, a casual chat, ah haha...!"
He had made inquiries, and it was very likely that the man at Qinger Building that day had been Big Bull, for in the surrounding villages, Big Bull was the strongest, most skillful man around. Not only did he kill tigers with his bare hands, but he could also fling a person high enough to land on a rooftop four stories tall. In Jingshan Town, aside from Big Bull, he really couldn't think of a second person who fit the bill.
"Haha...! County Magistrate, let's not just stand here, the sun is scorching. Come sit at my house and let's talk, my wife has prepared tea for you." The village head couldn't help but interrupt them, mainly because he was afraid that the county magistrate would get sunburnt—he couldn't bear such a responsibility.
