You're Strong But Now You're Mine

Chapter 53 Saint’s Relic

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Saint’s Relic"Did I overdo it?"

That thought popped into Le Yuxin’s mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

"Wasn’t this just a great example of public education? No matter if you’re a nobody or some bigwig’s son, if you break the law, you’ll get your ass handed to you all the same. Surely when Yin Yinyin picked a stooge to impersonate the Governor’s kin, he was thinking along those lines too."

"Beating people isn’t all the same—if Le Yuxin hit a regular guy versus a high official’s kid, the results were night and day."

"If he beat up a regular guy, onlookers would just be scared of the Statistical Department’s power; but beating up a big shot’s brat, the common folks got to see these high-and-mighty meat-eaters eating dirt for once, and start thinking, ’Huh, so these so-called elites aren’t shit after all.’"

And pushes it even further—"So nobles and generals, are they really all that special?"

"That lined up perfectly with White Night’s goal of dragging rulers off their pedestals and dragging noble families into the mud."

Of course, this time, Le Yuxin only beat up a dummy disguised as a big shot, so the message wasn’t as strong. Still, that dummy really nailed the performance, playing the role of a high official’s rampaging kid to perfection. If Le Yuxin hadn’t known the plan ahead of time, he might’ve actually bought it too.

"Even after it was exposed that he was a fake, the impact lingered. Le Yuxin recalled hearing how, back when White-haired Girl toured, the audiences would get so into it they wanted to run up and smack the actors playing the landlord."

"Even knowing it’s theater, simple folks got swept up; so what about this real, down-and-dirty brawl?"

"Plus, that dummy’s furious screams added a nice touch, driving home the point how fragile the ruling class’s dignity really is and making the punishment of wrongdoers unforgettable for the crowd. A chef’s kiss, really."

Le Yuxin twisted his body a little, struck a bowing pose for everyone around to see more clearly, and when he figured the show had gone on long enough, got ready to wrap things up. He let go and said, "Chen Fu, go check their cargo."

According to the plan, Le Yuxin would check the goods, find nothing unusual, the dummy would shamelessly beg for mercy and apologize, and then Le Yuxin would just let them go.

After all, the sacrificial stooge had been thrashed hard enough. If Le Yuxin let them go, the Statistical Department probably wouldn’t pursue it, and as for the City Guard Department—they didn’t want to get dragged into any of this anyway.

"No, you can’t!" Ding Yiyu’s face twisted, and he scrambled to his feet.

Le Yuxin shot him a confused look, then suddenly got it.

"Gotta play out the whole act, huh?"

"Man, letting go of him so quickly—not very professional!"

So Le Yuxin kicked him back down and plopped right on his back, shouting, "Doesn’t matter who you are, you want into the city, you get checked! Chen Fu, go

"It wouldn’t be the worst thing..."

Le Yuxin’s mind was swimming with a thousand thoughts when a flash of blue light swept right in front of him.

A thin crack split the ground. In the next instant, Uncle Bo shot back ten meters to Ding Yiyu’s side, face full of wariness as he stared toward the city gates.

Le Yuxin blinked uncertainly and looked at his hands. "I’m still alive?"

Just then, a gentle male voice drifted through the rain, echoing in everyone’s ears, "Manager Ding Bo, you’re representing the Governor—getting into a spat with the Statistical Department, what’s the point?"

Uncle Bo replied coldly, "Lan Yan, it’s your people who messed up our work!"

Lan Yan strode in through the gate with a squad of officers, a sword wreathed in blue light in his right hand—the same blue slash that’d saved Le Yuxin a moment before.

"Director."

"Director."

The agents offered quick greetings. Lan Yan smiled and nodded. He went over to Le Yuxin, who said, "Thank you for saving me, Director."

"The subordinate protects the superior, the superior looks after the subordinate—it’s only natural." Lan Yan clapped him on the shoulder. "Besides, this mission was on my orders. If there’s blame, it’s mine to bear."

"Director Lan..." The women officers like Ailili were all swooning, and even Chen Fu looked moved.

"Manager Ding Bo, you say we messed up your plans. Care to tell me how?" Lan Yan called out cheerfully.

Uncle Bo hesitated. Ding Yiyu blurted, "You opened the cargo!"

Lan Yan glanced toward the wagon, let out a soft "oh," and ran his hand gently over the ice coffin. Staring at the golden device inside, his face showed utter shock. With a touch of reverence, he said,

"Isn’t this one of Huiyao’s Extreme Divine Weapons, a Saint’s Relic?"