GBP Chapter 932 Being Sued
Chapter 932 Being Sued
"Dead?" Lin Ping asked incredulously.
His kick was indeed quite heavy, but not enough to kill someone.
"How did he die?" Lin Ping continued to ask, sensing that he might face legal trouble.
"His throat was slit with a sword; he died a very gruesome death," Old Man Qin explained.
Lin Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief; at least it had nothing to do with him.
"It wasn't just him; several people died that night, all of them with their throats slit by a sword!" Old Man Qin said nervously.
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping immediately lost his composure; it was clear that he had been killed by a master.
"Are they all people who haven't returned home late at night?" Lin Ping asked.
According to the rules of Meizhou City, after nightfall, the streets belong to martial arts practitioners, and ordinary people are not allowed to wander around freely.
That being said, there are always people in such a large city as Meizhou who need to go out late at night.
People in the martial arts world aren't as vicious as you might imagine, killing anyone they see. Even if you run into them, they'll just give you a warning.
"Indeed, they all died on the street," Old Man Qin replied.
"This matter is definitely not simple." Lin Ping had an ominous premonition, feeling that someone was manipulating everything from behind the scenes.
"My wife, we can't leave today," Lin Ping said earnestly.
Jiang Yunying nodded.
She is a reasonable woman who can temporarily set aside personal feelings when faced with matters of principle.
Moreover, Lin Ping had no improper thoughts about Qin Bao'er, so staying a few more days wouldn't hurt.
In order to find out the whole story, Lin Ping secretly investigated all the deceased.
They died in different streets of Meizhou City, and their identities were completely unrelated.
In other words, Tao Guang's death was accidental, simply because he did not return home late at night.
"Why would these martial arts figures indiscriminately kill innocent people?" Lin Ping was completely baffled.
"Alas, another bloody storm is coming, and the common people are going to suffer again!" Old Qin shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with despair.
"What does Mr. Qin mean by this? Has something similar happened before?" Lin Ping asked anxiously.
Old Qin nodded. "Every few years, several bloody incidents occur in Meizhou City. It is said that they are caused by fights between martial arts practitioners, which is pitiful for us ordinary people."
"Can the fighting among martial arts practitioners implicate the innocent?" Lin Ping clenched his fists, his killing intent palpable.
Besides being angry, he still felt something was off. It happened regularly every few years, which was rather suspicious.
Besides, he had never heard of people in the martial arts world having conflicts every few years.
There's no point in overthinking. Lin Ping just hopes that the people will be careful tonight and not take to the streets.
Just as Lin Ping had thought, the people of Meizhou City were all in a state of fear. They dared not go out at night, let alone in broad daylight.
Even so, the tragedies continued to occur.
Three ordinary families in Meizhou City were simultaneously wiped out, each by having their throats slit with a single sword.
Once the news spread, the entire city of Meizhou was thrown into chaos.
The common people were terrified. Powerless and helpless, they could only be slaughtered at the mercy of others.
"Damn it!" Lin Ping smashed the table with a single blow.
Seeing the people's unseeing faces as they died, Lin Ping wanted to kill them.
"Where are the government officials? Why aren't they stepping in to resolve this?" Lin Ping said angrily.
Murder is no small matter, especially when it happens one after another.
If this had happened in Shuntian Prefecture, the city would probably have been sealed off, and the city gates would not have been opened until the murderer was found.
"Young hero, please don't act rashly!" Old Man Qin saw Lin Ping's anger and knew what he was going to do, but he still couldn't stop him.
"Boom boom boom!"
A series of loud drumbeats reached the yamen, and several yamen runners, who were guarding the gate, walked over angrily.
"You brat, do you think you're qualified to beat the grievance drum?" the two constables said, holding fire and water sticks.
Lin Ping ignored him and continued beating the drum.
"You're asking for death!" The two constables were enraged and struck Lin Ping mercilessly with their fire and water sticks.
Unfortunately, Lin Ping was several times faster than them, and the water-fire sticks could only land on the drum surface, which actually helped Lin Ping a lot.
At this time, a large number of people gathered outside the government office; they, too, had grievances.
Under pressure, a voice came from inside the hall: "Who is beating the drum outside?"
Lin Ping kicked one of them away and strode into the yamen with agile steps.
"How dare you! You dare not kneel before the Prefect!" a constable said angrily, even wanting to beat Lin Ping with a fire-and-water stick until he knelt down.
In the very center of the main hall sat a middle-aged man with a goatee.
He waved to the constable, adopting a benevolent demeanor, and said, "Fine, you don't have to kneel. Tell me, what is the basis of your injustice?"
As the prefect, his ability to speak in such a compassionate tone must have won over countless hearts; even Lin Ping must have been moved to tears.
"You corrupt official! Murders have been occurring one after another in Meizhou City, yet you ask me where my injustice lies?" Lin Ping cursed untimely, his words not only offensive but also harsh.
The prefect was slightly taken aback, not expecting Lin Ping to say such a thing.
"How dare you insult an official of the imperial court!" It was the same head constable who spoke, completely oblivious to the danger he was in. He had no idea what Lin Ping's angry gaze meant.
To be honest, the prefect was also very angry, but he wanted to maintain a good image in front of the people, so he calmly asked, "What is your relationship with the deceased?"
Lin Ping was stunned by the question and couldn't answer for a moment. He really had no connection with the deceased.
"Since you have no relation to the deceased, you have no right to seek justice for them," the prefect said coldly, his official authority evident.
It's important to know that the victim on the second night had his entire family wiped out; he had no relatives left.
Even the relatives of the deceased on the first night did not dare to stand up at this time. First, they did not dare to face the powerful prefect, and second, they were afraid of being retaliated against by the murderer.
Compared to those江湖人士 (jianghu figures), they were like fish on a chopping block, completely at the mercy of others.
"My lord, I have a grievance to redress." At this moment, a man dressed in brocade robes walked up, sobbing.
"Oh? Boss Tao, what grievance do you have? Could it be that you were given an extra coin when the shop was robbed?" the prefect said sarcastically.
The man who came was Tao Guang's father. He was used to being arrogant and domineering in Meizhou City. He was already grateful that no one had filed a complaint against them. He never expected that he would come to seek justice.
"Your Honor, my son was murdered in the street the night before last. Please help me seek justice!" Boss Tao cried, tears streaming down his face.
Lin Ping never expected that in the end, it would be Tao Guang's father who helped him.
The prefect's expression immediately turned sour, and he said coldly, "Boss Tao, are you sure your son didn't die from a life of debauchery?"
He was giving Boss Tao a chance to reorganize his words; if he said something wrong, he would definitely be in deep trouble.
If it were the old Mr. Tao, he might have changed his tune, but now he has nothing and is just an old father who wants to avenge his son.
"My son was murdered in the street. I beg you, sir, to find the murderer and avenge my son!" Boss Tao said resolutely.