Just as the tension between Chen Ping'an, Cheng Yuan, and Zhao Hu was reaching a breaking point, Zeng Jihe came running back from the Task Room.
"Master Chen, we're screwed!"
Zeng Jihe looked utterly miserable.
"What's wrong? Where have we been assigned?"
'To put it bluntly, this is just Constable Zheng from the Garrison Commandant's Office making things difficult for me!'
Cheng Yuan and Zhao Hu exchanged a glance, their expressions full of undisguised glee.
They had already learned about the donation silver assignments from Zheng Shiyong. When they first found out, they had been just as miserable as Zeng Jihe. However, Zheng Shiyong had already promised them that as long as they followed his orders, he would take care of any trouble for them.
With Constable Zheng backing him up, they naturally believed every word Zheng Shiyong said.
"The Tiger Run Gambling Square!"
