Lin Rui did not know that, as he once again left the County Magistrate's office, someone in a nearby tavern indeed harbored a murderous intent towards him.
It was a middle-aged man around thirty years old, dressed in the attire of an arrest officer.
He stood behind a window in a private room on the third floor of the tavern, peering outside. His nose, sharp like an eagle's beak, appeared sinister and harsh under the sunlight filtering through the window lattice: "That's Lin Twelve, a small constable under Zhang Tianchang who has been on the job for only three months. That man just stayed on the second floor of Zuihua House with Zhang Tianchang for a short while before coming downstairs."
He smirked with a hint of mockery, "It seems the County Magistrate has no one else to rely on. Not only did he promote him to deputy arrest officer, but he also put him in charge of Hanhua Alley."
