The burly black figure slowly stepped out of the shadows and appeared in the light.
He was a giant man in official uniform with a black beard, a broad waist and a strong body.
This man was at least two meters tall, and wore two sets of hard leather armor on his thick arms. There was also a thigh-wide black machete hanging on his waist.
When he walked up to Zhang Rongfang, the man looked down in a condescending manner.
Snapped.
He patted Zhang Rongfang's shoulders with both hands.
"Thank you very much for my son's matter. Don't worry, come to my place and do a good job. The treatment will be good!"
It can be seen that the prison warden's eyes are sincere and he really has no other thoughts.
It's just that his size is a bit exaggerated, which makes people feel uneasy whenever he gets close to him.
Zhang Rongfang also noticed that this person had a direct and calm style, and immediately stopped being polite.
"This is what I should do. I'll have to thank you for your advice from now on."
"Hahahaha, you're welcome." Prison Warden Li Ran said with a smile.
He thought about it.
"In this way, Taoist Zhang Ying, you have great eyesight, so you just go to the ninth team, there is one person missing there."
"Team 9?" Li Huoyun on the side heard this and immediately wanted to say something, but after looking at Zhang Rongfang, he still didn't speak again.
"It doesn't matter. Team 9 happens to be Captain Lin Qixiao's deputy." Li Ran said with a smile.
Without saying anything more, he clapped his hands.
"Come here, take Daochang Zhang to serve in the Ninth Team." As for the grade certification certificate Zhang Rongfang carried, he didn't even look at it.
Few people dare to forge such things as grade when they take office in the Ministry of Prisons.
You know, the Prison Department is a highly dangerous department anywhere. Forging grades? Is it because you don’t want to die fast enough?
Immediately, a man wearing a slim black leather armor and a sword stood out from the shadows, cupping his fists and saluting.
"Taoist Zhang Ying, please come with me here."
"Thank you." Zhang Rongfang nodded and glanced at Li Huoyun beside him.
The young master gave him a cautious wink, meaning to talk later.
He understood and followed the man quickly out of the lobby.
Li Huoyun followed and wanted to leave together, but was stopped by Li Ran.
The two father and son may want to have a good chat.
After walking out of the lobby, Zhang Rongfang, led by this officer and soldier, turned to the left and quickly walked towards the rear.
Behind the Prison Department is a square.
At a glance, there are underground entrance doors of the same size and decorative specifications.
From a distance, these underground entrance gates look like tombs deep underground.
There were constant screams and cries oozing out from inside.
"These are the dungeons of our Prison Department. Interrogations and executions are all here. If you have a chance, you can go around. It's very interesting." The officer and soldier who led the way showed a weird smile.
Zhang Rongfang didn't know how to respond.
"I'll have to take a closer look then." He thought for a moment and replied softly.
"Hey, by the way, I would like to remind you that the captain of the ninth team where the Taoist leader is, Mr. Lin Qixiao, is also from other sects. He... um... may have a bad temper. Please be more patient."
"Oh? Why do you have to worry so much?" Zhang Rongfang heard that there was something inside and stuffed a small piece of broken silver over with his backhand.
He made this broken silver by crushing ten taels of silver ingots, one piece is about half a tael.
As a meeting gift, it is equivalent to 500 Wen, which is not unimportant.
Secretly accepting the money, the officer and soldier suddenly smiled softer.
"The main reason is that Captain Lin Qixiao comes from Tianxuan Palace. He is very powerful and has already reached the third rank at a young age. Moreover, his father is Lin Hong, the master of Zhengning Hall of Tianxuan Palace.
Palace Master, that is the Palace Master in Tianxuan Palace. According to the rules of the Zhenyi Sect, at least a seventh-grade master can serve."
Seventh level... The entire Taoist sect's martial arts, once practiced to the extreme, can only reach the seventh level.
And the master of Tanyang City in the Zhenyi Sect has a rank of seven...
Zhang Rongfang didn't know what to say.
He paused, then suddenly asked out of curiosity: "I wonder what level our prison warden's martial arts is?"
"I don't know the eighth rank that the warden decided ten years ago. We are just junior school officials. How can we dare to pry into the privacy of adults?"
Just as they were talking, the two of them had already arrived in front of a small building next to the entrance of a dungeon.
The door to the small building is open.
A long-haired woman wearing a white bodysuit was putting on leather armor boots.
The leather armor was put directly over the tights, covering her chest and slim waist.
The arm armor of both arms extends all the way to the forearms.
There is also some protection around the neck.
The boots, on the other hand, covered them all the way to just below the knees, and were inlaid with pieces of armor that looked like scales, which looked heavy at first glance.
The two stood in front of the door and stopped.
"Captain Lin, the new deputy captain has arrived. He was assigned by the warden himself."
The woman put on a full set of leather armor, took off her hat-shaped helmet, put it on her head, and turned around.
His face does not seem to be purely northern, but mixed with white ancestry among the Houthis.
He has black hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. He has a well-proportioned figure and is not thin. He has a well-proportioned and strong body that someone who regularly practices martial arts should have, but he is not ugly.
"Just tell me. It's time to patrol the area in the evening. Go get the equipment and follow me."
The woman looked at Zhang Rongfang and expressed satisfaction with his strong body shape.
"It's pretty good this time. The bean sprouts last time were just a recipe for death."
Last time, the deputy team member wanted to gild her place, but he disobeyed orders and was seriously injured by her knife on the spot, and he was pulled back.
After that, no one dared to come to Team Nine for gold plating.
"Zhang Ying, a poor man, has met Captain Lin." Zhang Rongfang took a few steps forward and cupped his fists.
"We don't look at family background here, only ability! Don't call me Pindao from now on. Since you are a deputy, you should be called me or xiaguan." Lin Qixiao said coldly.
"Yes." Zhang Rongfang nodded.
"Okay, here comes someone." Lin Qixiao turned around and called.
Soon two officers and soldiers in black leather armor walked out of the rest room at the back.
"Take your new deputy team to change the equipment. Also, tell us the basic rules and what we have to do every day." Lin Qixiao said coldly.
"yes!"
Two officers and soldiers took Zhang Rongfang to the back of the small building.
Soon, he got a set of leather armor of his own size and an official sword, and walked out again.
At this time, Lin Qixiao had already led more than a dozen leather-armored officers and soldiers, who had already gathered in front of the small building.
Zhang Rongfang stepped forward and was introduced to everyone present according to standard procedures.
It had to be said that although Lin Qixiao always had a cold face, her face and figure were indeed the best he had ever seen in Tan Yang.
Even with a cold face, her appearance is half as good as Xiao Qingying's.
After the introduction, what surprised Zhang Rongfang was that all fifteen members of the ninth team were first-class members.
In addition, he is an apparently second-grade person, and a third-grade Lin Qixiao.
Such a team is responsible for patrolling and guarding the two blocks near the Prison Department. It is simply a luxury.
There are four sides of the Prison Department, they are responsible for half, and there is a team responsible for the other half.
Day and night, a total of four teams take turns guarding the surrounding area.
Without any incident, Zhang Rongfang's work in the Prison Department began.
As the deputy team leader, he lives in the small building of Team 9.
Like Lin Qixiao, all team members must live here.
Everyone has one day a week to go home to rest and move around freely.
The deputy team's salary is thirty-five taels a month, which is quite a lot.
There are a total of three restaurants, two music houses, a brothel, and a shabby house on the two streets patrolled by Team 9.
These two streets are located in the most prosperous area of Tanyang City, with a large number of people flowing in and out every day.
Therefore, the patrol team of the Prison Department also needs to be responsible for part of the daily security responsibilities.
Every day, Zhang Rongfang is free to practice martial arts during the day, and patrols from nine to two in the morning at night.
Then he changed hands with the patrol officers and soldiers guarding the city, and went back to rest.
You can eat your usual meals in the canteen of the Prison Department, or you can make your own meals.
Zhang Rongfang only ate two meals in the cafeteria, and then he decisively went to a nearby restaurant with other colleagues to solve the problem.
Anyway, as officers and soldiers on patrol, they can get a 50% discount on purchases in restaurants.
In the blink of an eye, it was more than half a month later.
Yangxue Restaurant, lobby on the second floor.
"Let's order fried taro, braised radish, shredded chive chicken, and red spicy fish."
Zhang Rongfang took the menu and skillfully ordered a series of dishes.
"Vice Captain Zhang, where's the soup? What kind of soup do you want?" a tall subordinate who was having dinner together asked in a low voice.
"Then let's have some soybean and pig's trotter soup." Zhang Rongfang handed the menu to the waiter.
"Okay. The gentlemen, wait a moment, and we'll serve some cold dishes right away."
The waiter took the menu and left quickly.
You can still hear him shouting out the names of the dishes from a distance.
Zhang Rongfang took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and placed them in front of his table.
The people who had dinner with him were all members of the Ninth Team who were from well-off families.
The tall Chen Hansheng, the bold girl Liu Han, and the white man with a mustache, Gruxi.
Everyone lives their lives carefully, and people who practice martial arts have much larger appetites than ordinary people, so having dinner together is the best option.
"Where's Captain Lin? Speaking of which, why haven't you seen her having dinner with everyone?" Zhang Rongfang has never seen Lin Qixiao eating with everyone in these days.
"Captain Lin has a bad temper...and has many taboos, so he usually doesn't eat with us." Chen Hansheng shook his head and replied.
"Speaking of it, things have been relatively peaceful recently. Our ninth team used to be in trouble every now and then." Liu Han said with emotion.
"But... Captain Lin... I feel like something happened at home recently..." Grouchilai was hesitant to speak.
In the past few days, a few people have become acquainted with Zhang Rongfang, and they know that the newly appointed deputy team leader has a gentle temper, is a decent person, and is much easier to get along with than Captain Lin.
Zhang Rongfang was about to ask.
Suddenly, downstairs of the restaurant, there was a loud crashing sound of plates being smashed.
At the same time, accompanied by noisy roars, the tables were lifted.
Zhang Rongfang and the other two stood up quickly without saying a word.
This restaurant is also the area they inspect on weekdays, and the boss was very happy to give them a 50% discount.
So if something happens on a daily basis, if they see it, they will take action to take care of it.
In a place like a restaurant, minor frictions are common.
A few people went downstairs and saw a red-bearded man holding a stool in one hand, confronting two thinner men and women in white opposite him.
Food and drinks were scattered all over the floor.
"You two are bastards! You'd better return my wallet as soon as possible, otherwise your heads will be blown open today!"
The red-bearded man was angry and his voice was rough.