"Swoosh!"
Chen Yuan's footsteps moved in an instant, a flash of white light from his blade passing by as he held the gleaming knife to the man's throat, his voice cold, "Who are you to speak to a constable like that?"
"Since when does the County Government need to report its bandit extermination plans to you?"
"Chen...arrest officer Chen, why make such a big fuss out of nothing?"
"Please don't, please don't."
"Constable Chen, please, calm your anger."
Feeling the chill from the blade's edge, the middle-aged man who had the knife pressed against his neck broke out in cold sweat, which immediately began dripping from his forehead as he swallowed hard and said in a low voice:
"Constable Chen, please don't be rash; I indeed spoke too loudly just now... Please don't lower yourself to my level."
Li Mingqi watched Chen Yuan's performance with a smile hooked on the corner of his mouth, quite intrigued.