Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Nan Xiang did not speak. Adjutant Zhang understood what he meant and immediately said to Wang Erniu:

"You have a straightforward personality. The young commander doesn't blame you. Just be more careful next time."

Wang Erniu smiled and said, "As you command! Thank you, Marshal, and thank you, Adjutant Zhang."

As he said this, he saluted Nan Xiang and Adjutant Zhang very seriously.

Nan Xiang ordered a few people to stay behind to inform Inspector Sun of the police station. After all, the public security of Xucheng was under the jurisdiction of the police station.

The others naturally followed him back to the Young Marshal's Mansion.

No matter how big the world is, it cannot delay my journey home.

Adjutant Zhang patted Wang Erniu on the shoulder and whispered:

"If you follow my lead and do a good job, you will be blessed with more."

Wang Erniu did not get excited when he heard this, but his face turned red, and he covered his ears with a pair of rough hands, lowered his head slightly, and looked a little embarrassed:

"Well, thank you for your advice, Adjutant Zhang. I will do it."

Seeing that Adjutant Zhang had an indifferent expression, which was the same as Nan Xiang's expression, but with a sense of oppression, Wang Erniu's reaction radar quickly received the signal. He said nothing more and walked in the team with his head held high, very seriously.

He also secretly made up his mind that he should be good in the future and train his brothers well.

Nan Xiang naturally didn't expect that Wang Erniu would think a lot after what happened tonight and strengthen his beliefs.

She was on her way home at this time. After walking a few steps, Nan Xiang stopped, raised her hand, and the team behind her also stopped.

"somebody is coming."

The 36 soldiers from Nanxiang naturally heard it as well.

Moreover, those who came were not ordinary people. Judging from the voices, they were either Xu Cheng's guards or the patrol team of the Police Department of the Supervisory Office.

Sure enough, when Nan Xiang raised her eyes, she saw a patrol team in black uniforms, led by a relatively young and frail-looking young man.

Judging from the style of the police uniform, the person with the highest authority in this patrol team is undoubtedly the deputy chief of police, not the captain.

He is the highest-ranking police officer in the Police Department of Xucheng Supervisory Office, except for Inspector Jiang.

It is not easy to achieve this position at such a young age.

This area of ​​Xucheng is somewhat complicated. There are forces from the previous dynasty, such as Wang Daoyin and his men who were appointed at the end of the previous dynasty. There is also the force of the previous military and political chief, Governor Sun. Although more than half of them have withdrawn, it is hard to guarantee that it was just a bluff. There is also the force of the Governor's Office Police Department, which represents the interests of the concession.

Now that Nan Xiang has entered the city and a new force has joined, naturally the original old forces in Xucheng have begun to fish in troubled waters, or even wait and see, not coming out to get in the way.

Or it could be said that they were all involved, so Nan Xiang didn't believe the man who directly pointed out Zhang Weizhao.

Moreover, she didn't need to believe it, nor did she need to be deceived. She just wanted to do Wang Erniu a favor and see who would be unable to sit still.

"I'm sorry, Marshal. I'm too late. I can't sleep because such an incident happened on the first day that the Marshal took over Xucheng."

Nan Xiang glanced at the patrol team calmly, and did not linger on the face of the young man in the lead, and directly withdrew her gaze:

"Ah."

This young vice president, Jiang Shaobai, was too cunning. Although he expressed his deep apologies with a smile on his face, Nan Xiang obviously didn't believe him.

If they had been willing, they would have sent people to help immediately after the first gunshot, rather than waiting nearly half an hour for them to arrive.

Jiang Shaobai saw that the young female commander in front of him just said "hmm" lightly without expressing his opinion. He felt a little bit puzzled and continued to lower his attitude:

"It was our negligence that frightened the young commander this time."

Nan Xiang didn't look at him, nor did she answer. Instead, she played with her Browning in the moonlight. Her eyes were dull and no emotion could be seen.

Adjutant Zhang replied: "Deputy Chief Jiang is wrong. Our young marshal grew up in the army. At the age of seven, he could shoot and kill a bandit leader. He is very famous in our Anhui Army." So there is no such thing as being frightened. Don't try to belittle the young marshal. He will not allow it.

Adjutant Zhang knew that Jiang Shaobai was not only the nephew of Inspector Jiang, but also the deputy director general of the Police Department and had great power.

Although he looks like a weak scholar, he is very good at using guns and has high fighting power.

Now it seems that he is extremely cunning and a master at disguise and hiding.

Jiang Shaobai: "I was mistaken. The young marshal is naturally heroic and extraordinary. Even though she is a woman, she is still as brave as a man."

Adjutant Zhang nodded slightly upon seeing this and said nothing more.

Nan Xiang didn't say anything, and Jiang Shaobai's heart was pounding.

His people went to check the body to see if they could find anything, but…no clue.

Jiang Shaobai naturally told this as well.

Adjutant Zhang smiled faintly, and it was obvious that he was just being perfunctory.

But after all, Jiang Shaobai was in the wrong, so he didn't mind.

He tried to ask, "Young Marshal, tomorrow, Wang Daoyin has invited you to go to Jingyuan to watch an opera. Young Marshal, could you please give me a favor and have dinner with me after the opera to formally apologize?"

Nan Xiang put the Browning in her hand back to her waist and stared at Jiang Shaobai with a calm expression:

"Vice Chief Jiang is being too humble."

This sentence clearly contained sarcasm, but Nan Xiang looked at Jiang Shaobai and said it without any emotion, which made Jiang Shaobai a little unsure of what he was thinking. So, was Young Marshal Lu angry or not?

As Jiang Shaobai was brainstorming, his expression became increasingly calm.

But in a moment, he figured it out. In any case, he had to express his position to the Young Marshal's Mansion first.

So Jiang Shaobai smiled and did not respond to Nan Xiang's previous words, but continued to bow his hands to apologize:

"Young Marshal, since it is my police department's fault, we will definitely give him an explanation, find out who assassinated him and bring him to justice."

Nan Xiang looked at Jiang Shaobai strangely for a while: "I hope so."

Having said that, he waved his hand and continued to move towards the Young Marshal's Mansion.

At this time, they were not far from the Young Marshal's Mansion, with less than half a quarter of an hour left.

Jiang Shaobai and his group naturally did not follow them to the Young Marshal's Mansion. Even if Jiang Shaobai had this intention, he was stopped by Adjutant Zhang.

Jiang Shaobai looked at the woman in military uniform, her hair combed meticulously and tucked neatly under her military cap. Her temperament was cold and indifferent, but a dangerous abyss could be seen in her tea-brown eyes. She was like a dormant lion who was lazy and casual when not in action, but ruthless and decisive when he attacked, full of heroic spirit. Jiang Shaobai's heart seemed to beat a little faster.

Watching the woman's back disappear into the moonlight with the army, Jiang Shaobai seemed to understand something in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

But as if he thought of something, Jiang Shaobai shook his head slightly and sighed.

It is a rose bud about to bloom, but unfortunately its thorns prick your hands.

The patrol captain saw the deputy chief's behavior and wanted to ask for clarification, but he stopped himself when he thought of the deputy chief's usual smiling fox-like tactics. Instead, he asked cautiously for the next instruction:

"Deputy Chief, please provide instructions for the next step for Patrol Team One."

Jiang Shaobai looked at this annoying captain. Although he felt disgusted in his heart, his face was very gentle:

"It's past midnight, brothers, go back and rest first."

The captain of the first patrol team: "So you're not going to investigate the assassination of the young marshal?"

Hearing this, Jiang Shaobai looked at the captain speechlessly and kicked his leg:

"Of course we have to take care of it! And we have to handle it properly."

As he spoke, his gentle yet sharp eyes swept over the hundred people one by one.

"However, brothers, you should recover your spirits first so that you have the energy to investigate."

Everyone in the patrol team was very touched and was very lovely.

...

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The next day is a new day.

What has to pass must pass.

Wang Daoyin, Inspector Jiang and others came over early in the morning to say hello and gladly accepted any apology.

Since the other party had apologized sincerely, Nan Xiang did not pursue the matter further.

She just said a few perfunctory words, it was too torturous to be there.

"Haha, whatever you want."

It was hard to tell what his preference was, so Zhang Weizhao started by talking about Jingyuan, which he had mentioned yesterday.

Nan Xiang nodded, her expression still calm:

"Whatever you like."

So Nanxiang came to Jingyuan according to Wang Daoyin's arrangement and sat directly in a private room on the second floor. The pear blossom waterfall was like snow, which briefly attracted everyone, but after a conversation, they all avoided the emperor's qualified Lin Bao.

Nothing, just curious.

Jingyuan is indeed the largest theater in Xucheng. It is April now, and there are not only snow-white pear blossoms but also peerless singing voices in Jingyuan.

Nan Xiang followed Wang Daoyin to the private room on the second floor to enjoy the play in the center of the stage on the first floor. Her expression was indifferent and it was hard to tell whether she liked it or disliked it.