When Lin Rui emerged from the government office's storeroom, holding a set of armor, he unexpectedly encountered Wang Sen.
Wang Sen's eyes widened as he looked Lin Rui up and down, dressed in his brocaded garb.
The brocaded clothes, stretched taut by the soft armor underneath, appeared imposing and grand.
"Brother Twelve, how did you become an acting arrest officer?"
Wang Sen, wary of the busy surroundings, refrained from using Lin Rui's real name, his face filled with disbelief, "I thought we might be in trouble this time."
Just now, Wang Sen had been ready to fight to the death under Zuihua House. Once the battle began, he planned to catch several constables off guard and then thrust a sword upwards toward the spot where the County Magistrate was standing.
Instead, Lin Rui had come downstairs unscathed and had even taken on a middle management role in the county government.
