He rushed to the government office all the way, and Zhao Dongting ignored the several soldiers guarding outside the government office and walked straight in.

He had strict orders in the court, and no government office could stop the people from leaving the people. He wanted to deliberately create an intention to be close to the people.

However, before stepping onto the steps at the government office, a soldier suddenly shouted next to him: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Dongting stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly, "How many are these locals in Cenxi County?"

The soldiers were puzzled, and someone said, "You should ask?"

Everyone is arrogant.

Zhao Dongting nodded, "I heard that your accent seems to be from Cen Xi. How long have you been working in the government office?"

But the result was that the soldiers waved at him impatiently, "Goun Bang!"

Zhao Dongting sneered.

Hong Wutian's figure suddenly flew over, shaped like floating catkins. In just a few seconds, several soldiers guarding the gate lay on the ground.

They hummed and looked at Hong Wutian with a look of extreme fear.

The severe pain in their abdomen made them unable to even shout, and they were sweating coldly on their foreheads.

Zhao Dongting said: "I'll ask you how long have you been a servant in the government office!"

A soldier trembled and replied, "Yes, it's been seven or eight years."

A sharp light flashed in Zhao Dongting's eyes.

It turned out that they were old soldiers, which means that before the fall of Guangxi, they were people from the government office.

The newly arrived county magistrate sent soldiers from Haikang to guard the city gate, but let these old men guard the government office here. What is their intention?

After snorting coldly, Zhao Dongting walked towards the government office.

The government office is very deserted, with a solemn feeling as deep as the sea.

Zhao Dongting retreated again, went to the big drum at the entrance of the government office, picked up the drumsticks, and beat the big drum so loudly.

In this way, after a few minutes of beating, someone ran out in anger, "Who is the fucking drum? Are you looking for death?"

Zhao Dongting said: "I beat the drum, and if there is any injustice, please ask the county magistrate to decide."

The person who came was also a minor official, wearing the constable's clothes, waved his hand impatiently, "Master is not available, get out!"

Zhao Dongting didn't even feel like he was talking anymore and walked inside.

"You're deaf!"

The constable blocked him and actually pushed him with his hands, "I told you to get out!"

A nest of rat shit!

Zhao Dongting was furious in his heart, his eyes were filled with anger, and he suddenly took action.

"ah!"

With the screams, the detective was slapped in the chest by Zhao Dongting's palms and flew backwards.

He flew several meters away. When he arrived at the government office, his chest was already visible to the naked eye. Blood was flowing in his nose and mouth. He seemed to be out of life, but his eyes were still staring at Zhao Dongting, full of fear. He obviously did not expect that Zhao Dongting would kill him.

The soldiers guarding the gate outside the gate were also pale.

It was under such circumstances that Zhao Dongting walked towards the government office with his hands on his back.

After passing through several gatehouses, although there were plaques hanging outside the houses on both sides, there were no figures.

Until the innermost point, the house in front of me was more gorgeous than the one before, and the gatehouse was higher. Obviously, this was the office of the county magistrate.

The lobby door is not closed, and there is also a vaguely plaque hanging inside with "The mirror hanging high..." hanging inside.
Chapter completed!