One of the responsibilities of guarding the palace is to maintain the balance of conflicts between secular people and monks, and to intimidate monks to attack secular people.

As the head of the garrison office, Zhao Xiaofeng actually came here with the same meaning.

After asking about the situation of the injured, and then confirming the situation of Fan Xiaobei, he said goodbye and left.

Zhao Xiaofeng naturally ignored the fact that the two Vajra Realms of Potian Alliance beat five or six bodyguards; the leader of Potian Alliance was insulted by secular people and was not beaten to death.

"Same...comrade!"

Seeing Zhao Xiaofeng and the others seemingly intending to leave, they have been listening for a long time with their ears on them, and confirmed that the other party seemed to be the lady who came to investigate the matter, he quickly shouted nervously: "Comrade... I am the family of the victim, you can't just listen to one side!"

Zhao Xiaofeng frowned, and the subordinate who had been following him turned around, looked at the noble lady, and said in a low voice: "Everything follows the normal way. Their people have already come in to save your son. They will compensate you! Don't harass them anymore, otherwise you will bear all the consequences!"

After giving up this, the subordinate turned around and followed Zhao Xiaofeng's footsteps and strode away, leaving only the noble lady standing there with a look of shock.

"Are you such a dean?"

The Vajra master of the Potian Alliance glanced at the white coat standing there and said in a deep voice.

"Ah, yes... I'm right, right, I don't know..." The dean quickly nodded.

"Arrange people to send these to the ward. Those who should be bone-linked and those who should be stopped should be stopped!"

"Yes, yes, I'll make arrangements now, I'll make arrangements now!"

Seeing that Zhao Xiaofeng had already arrived, Zhao Xiaoyu did not stop anymore and turned around and left, leaving the noble lady crying and calling everywhere.

She didn't believe it anymore, there was no royal law in Yanjing City...

But she forgot that, many times, for herself, the royal law here can only play a slight role.

And this time, it was just the opposite.

The first few calls gave her some comfort, and those people promised that they would investigate the matter to the end.

But when she called her husband again, she heard her husband, who had always been domineering and omnipotent. At this moment, her words were filled with bitterness and helplessness: "Let's do it... no matter what the result is, if they give compensation, then go ahead, if... don't give it... don't make people unhappy!"

"Why? They injured Xiaoning. Now Xiaoning doesn't know whether she dies or lives..." The noble lady cried unwillingly.

"Shut up!" The man over there suddenly became furious.

The lady was so scared that she trembled and shrank her neck, not daring to cry loudly anymore, and only let out a low sob.

"Okay, you... don't worry, they will try their best to save Xiaoning!" The man's tone gradually eased: "I'll come over after Xiaoning's surgery, and I'll come here later, so I'll give up this matter!"

A minute ago, he had just answered a call, a call from the top. Although the call was only a secretary, the person represented by the other party was warning and reminding him.

This loss is certain, and I will wait for the other party’s arrangements and compensation honestly, otherwise the consequences will be serious!

As an existence who has been tempered in the officialdom and various power struggles for decades and enjoyed countless privileges; at this time, we know the importance of compromise in the face of higher privileges!

He couldn't understand who the other person was, but there was no doubt that he couldn't afford to offend him; just like the things he did when he was young, those people could not afford to offend him, and they could only honestly knock down their teeth and swallow them into their mouths!

The cycle of cause and effect is like retribution!

It is a very convenient time to find the owner of the seventh floor of Baolou.

Shortly after the news spread, the seventh floor owner called.

"What's the matter for me?"

Listening to the noise from the other end of the phone, Xiaonan was a little surprised, but confirmed that it was the seventh floor owner's voice, he said directly: "Isn't the poster who is not the poster who can hand over the "Taishen Inspiration" to me as soon as possible?"

"As soon as possible?" The owner of the seventh floor was also surprised and frowned: "Can you not be able to suppress it so quickly?"

"Hu..." Fun Xiaonan breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a wry smile: "Yes, my brother's situation is not very good. The "Taishang Demon Suppression Sutra" cannot completely curb his demonic thoughts; it suddenly broke out for some reason yesterday, hurting both of them!"

"Well..." The owner of the seventh floor pondered for a moment, and suddenly a silver bell-like laughter sounded: "We agreed on for three months!"

The face of Xiaonan looked slightly stiff and said dryly: "That colorful jade lotus root is still a bit troublesome, but there should be a treasure house in "The Great Inspiration to Shake the Nervous"!"

"Yes! Of course there!"

The owner of the seventh floor smiled and said, "But our Baolou has always paid attention to contracts, saying that it is three months in three months!"

Listening to these words, Xiaonan was silent for a while, and then said, "Master, please tell me if you have any conditions! I will do my best!"

"readily!"

The owner of the seventh floor was obviously quite happy and said, "I'll get it for you, you owe me a favor!"

"Favor?"

Fun Xiaonan took a deep breath, then nodded and responded: "Okay!"

"Okay!" After receiving this promise from Xiaonan, the owner of the seventh floor seemed quite happy and said with a smile: "I will send it to you within two or three days!"

"Thank you!"

Although I got "The Supreme Inspiration", Fun Xiaonan looked melancholy.

The favors are the most difficult to repay, especially the favors that the seventh floor owner owes me may not be easy to repay...

But there is no way, people are under the eaves, and they have to bow their heads...

Baolou's movements were still very fast. On the afternoon of the third day, Fun Xiaonan got "The Supreme Inspiration to the Nerve".

After seeing off Mr. Hu who came to deliver the goods, Xiaonan slowly opened the sutra box in his hand that was more than three inches long and wide, revealing a scroll made of gold wire inside.

I saw that the scroll was golden and brilliant. As soon as I opened the sutra box, a faint golden light overflowed. At the same time, under the golden light, the whole person seemed to feel suddenly clear.

"Hu..." Xiaonan breathed a long sigh, and a hint of solemnity and gratitude flashed in his eyes. Speaking of which, this seventh floor master is really interesting; this is at least a true saint-level existence, who wrote "The Supreme Inspiration and Nervous" by himself, rather than an ordinary copy excerpt.

With the material of this scroll, the article "The Supreme Inspiration and Nervous" written by the True Saint Concentrating the Spirit is already a truly semi-magic weapon-level existence!
Chapter completed!