Zhong Xu had thought it through quite well.
If it were Jixia from half a month ago, perhaps he would have accepted it.
But how can a fierce tiger care about the ants trampled under its feet?
As the former Black Mountain Guardian, decades later, all the rules and systems continue to follow the regulations set by Jixia at that time.
The Outer City was established by his own hands.
Looking back decades ago, the muddy grounds, tile walls, and stinking ditches made the place unbearable,
Though it can't be said to be excellent now, it has already transformed considerably since he opened the path decades ago.
Back then, how could the wealthy merchants of the Outer City have the prestige they do today?
Rising through his rules, yet their servants ended up falling at his hands.
A mere small house-born child of a steward dared to swing fists and knives at him, boasting arrogantly. If he isn't disciplined, wouldn't he become even more insufferable?
He may be a constable,
