Young Man

This person gave her a sense of déjà vu.

Gu Yundong frowned slightly and immediately reacted. Yes, this person was very much like herself in the apocalypse. She did not care about anything. Her eyes were indifferent, as if there was no one or thing in the world that could move her heart. She felt like she was living day by day.

However, that was because the apocalypse she lived in left her with no hope. What about the man in front of her?

Before she could think too much, the constable who had been kicked down had already gotten up. With a whoosh, he pulled out the sword at his waist and was about to slash at that person.

The sword seemed icy cold. The little girl in Gu Yundong's arms quickly hugged her neck and buried her head in Gu Yundong's arms.

Seeing this, Nie Cong thought that she was afraid and immediately stopped the constable. "Stop."

The constable barely stopped in time and turned around. When he saw that it was him, he hurriedly went forward and smiled obsequiously. "Young Master Nie, it's you."

"What are you doing? Why are you fighting and killing at the entrance of the government office? How unseemly is that"

The constable immediately explained indignantly, "Sigh, Young Master Nie, it's not that I want to attack him. It's just that this person has committed a heinous crime and still resisted arrest. Look, he actually dared to kick me just now."

"What did he do?"

"Someone came to report that this person is the leader of the refugees in Qing'an Prefecture. We brought him back for interrogation."

Nie Cong was stunned. There was a riot in Qing'an Prefecture, and Commander Zhao had led his troops to support the suppression. It was said that the leader who had broken into the local government office and killed the prefectural governor had not been caught. It was very likely that he had fled to the nearby prefecture city. Recently, their Xuanhe Prefecture had also been heavily guarded. They patrolled day and night, afraid that this person would cause trouble here.

However, according to his understanding, the leader was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, and the person in front of him looked to be a youth who was not even twenty years old.

As expected, the young man denied it expressionlessly. "I'm not him!"

The constable chuckled. "You're not him? Look at the portrait on this warrant. This is you."

He held a piece of paper with a portrait of a person on it. He stretched it out and almost hit the young man's face.

Nie Cong also took it and looked at it. He could not help but sigh secretly.

Gu Yundong glanced at it and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Weren't the character drawings of this era too abstract? It would be strange if they could catch the criminal with such an arrest warrant.

However, even if this person was that 'realistic', he was still miles away from the young man in front of him.

These two constables were obviously lying through their teeth and making things difficult for the youth.

Gu Yundong knew that many constables nowadays relied on extortion to survive, but it was also very chilling to be so blatant about it.

Nie Cong frowned as well. He glanced at the young man and threw the wanted order at the constable's face. "How is it similar? Hurry up and let him go. If we arrest people randomly like you, won't we let the real murderer off?"

The constable was a little unhappy. "But we received a report…"

"Do you believe anyone who comes to report the case? I think the person who should be arrested the most is the person who reported the case. He even dares to lie through his teeth with a wanted order. It's a waste of time to come to the government office to report a case like this. He's simply detestable. Hurry up and let him go."

Nie Cong's identity obviously made the two constables very afraid. After the two of them looked at each other, they finally untied the young man unwillingly. "Go, go, hurry and get out of here."

The young man pursed his lips, glanced at Nie Cong, and turned to leave.

From the beginning to the end, he did not say much. In the end, he did not even say thanks.