I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563: Chapter 217: Real Men Must Do Men’s Work! Little Grapefruit the Arrest Officer, Coming to Escort!_4

Of course not!

The old steward took an arrowhead from his chest pocket, raised his hand and tossed it into the air, where it spun around before shooting off into the distance as if guided by some spirit!

"Boy, you wait and see, let’s see how long you can stay arrogant!"

"Move! Everyone move aside!"

Da da da—

At that moment, the sound of horse hooves arose, the crowd parted, and several assistant officers galloped towards them.

"Who dares cause trouble in Tiandu City?"

Leading the group was a woman in a martial robe, her skin was icy white, and her eyebrows were sharp; she was none other than Lin Jingzhu, the Investigator of the Six Gates.

She was patrolling nearby when she heard the disturbance and quickly rushed over with her team.

Stunned by the scene before her.

She saw Chen Mo standing with a gun, confronting an old man with hair and beard as white as snow.

The old man held a blood-covered man in his arms, whose face was so ravaged it was hard to discern, but the eight-treasure cloud pattern on his brocade robe was enough to indicate his identity...

"The Princely Heir?!"

Lin Jingzhu was somewhat incredulous.

Liu Qiansong and the others were puzzled, "What heir? Isn’t this a criminal?"

"..."

Lin Jingzhu glanced at Chen Mo, roughly guessing some of the situation; her mind raced as she asked, "What on earth happened here?"

The old steward spoke in a deep voice, "Chen Mo violently assaulted the Princely Heir in the street, gravely injuring him. Everyone present can testify! If I hadn’t arrived in time, the Princely Heir might have already perished! Such evil deeds are indeed heinous crimes, beyond redemption!"

"Whether he’s guilty isn’t for you to decide, I will investigate the truth myself," Lin Jingzhu cleared her throat and said, "Men, take Chen Mo to the government office and await trial!"

"Yes!"

Two assistant officers acknowledged her command and moved forward to apprehend him.

The old steward’s lips stretched into a sneer, "Once you’re in the Heavenly Prison, no matter how capable you are, you’ll shed a layer of skin; I’m eager to see who can still protect you!"

"Our family protects him, got any objections?"

Suddenly, a somewhat gentle voice sounded.

"Who?"

The old steward turned back abruptly.

A pale hand reflected in his pupils, slowly magnifying but giving him a feeling of being inescapable!

Bang!

The whole person was directly blown back, crashing through several walls, stopping only at the street’s end, barely stabilizing himself!

An elderly man with crane gray hair and childlike features stood with hands behind his back, his blue satin sleeve gown with sea and river embroidery particularly striking.

"This slap was for your master, next time, consider your own weight before speaking."