Whether it be ordinary citizens, rural farmers, itinerant merchants traveling the south, or even wandering samurai, everyone normally carries some form of identification.
A card stamped with a seal, or a badge for instance.
As a patrolling officer, Ronan has the authority to request identification from passersby.
If they fail to produce it, he can either impose a fine on the spot or take them back to the station for questioning.
The traveler appeared nervous, hurriedly saying, "Alright, alright, officer, I'll show it right now."
While speaking, he reached into his bosom and pulled out a card.
Meanwhile, his left arm dropped, and a cold blue dagger suddenly slid down from his sleeve.
Firmly grasped in his hand!
Just as he was presenting his identification to Wang Chen, the dagger, like a venomous snake striking its prey, silently and swiftly aimed for Ronan's vital abdomen.
The traveler's expression suddenly turned extremely fierce.
