At this mont, the night was silent.
Uncle Gong looked incredulously at the scene before him.
The figure that once stood high and mighty, stepping on him, was now on its knees, wailing in despair, pathetic like a dying dog.
In the past, the youth who constantly wore a cheerful smile now had a cold expression, acting like a demon. But in Uncle Gong’s eyes, this youth was still the little boy who once went hungry.
Only now, that child could stand at the shop’s entrance, blocking the evil guests...
His heart relaxed, and Uncle Gong fainted straight away. Seeing this, Su Tu instantly appeared beside Uncle Gong, checked his breathing to ensure it was steady.
Only then did Su Tu feel relieved.
"Ahhh!!"
"How dare you, how dare you treat this way for a dirt-poor nobody."
"You’re dood, you’re dood, no matter which noble family or martial arts school you are from, you will pay the price!"
The man kneeling on the ground let out frenzied screams and shouts, unable to endure the excruciating pain from his limbs.
He scread as if he had gone mad.
But the youth in front of him didn’t even spare him a glance.
Su Tu turned to look at the small restaurant, what once was a storefront was now reduced to rubble.
He said nothing, lifted Uncle Gong, and walked straight to the security vehicle not far away.
The two security officers were already bewildered, as everything had happened too swiftly.
The youth dismantled the opponent within minutes of appearing; they hadn’t even understood the situation before seeing Su Tu already holding Uncle Gong at the car door.
"Please, help take him to the hospital," Su Tu said softly.
The older security officer quickly opened the car door. After placing Uncle Gong in the back seat, Su Tu turned and left.
"Where are you going?"
The younger security officer couldn’t help but call out to Su Tu’s back.
Su Tu returned to the Martial Artist, grabbed him by the head, and walked away with large strides.
"I want to ask, what does privilege really an?"
"If a Martial Artist’s privilege allows them to commit arson and murder openly in the North Sea, then can I do the sa in front of the Martial Arts Departnt..."
"Kill him!"
The night grew deeper, the moonlight blurred, and the youth dragged the Martial Artist’s head like a dead dog along the street.
The Martial Artist’s wails echoed through the streets and alleys...
Desperate and mournful, that night, many parents scared their children, saying if they misbehaved, the Night Crying Man would co for them...
...
The Martial Arts Departnt remained bustling, with many staff still compiling lists.
All affairs related to the Martial Arts Dao, from Martial Artist Certificates to secunda exams, were managed by this institution, thus the public duties of the Martial Arts Departnt were very nurous.
At this mont, at the high-level eting of the Martial Arts Departnt.
Chen Yuan sat on the sofa holding a cup of clear tea: "Don’t worry, since the higher-ups think the Martial Arts Dao’s luck ascends too slowly, let’s add so fuel to the fire."
"People today haven’t realized what the privilege of a Martial Artist signifies."
"Once they realize that becoming a Martial Artist ans all restraints and laws can’t bind them, they’ll pursue becoming a Martial Artist like mad beasts."
"And my junior brother has already gone to unlock that for you."
Chen Yuan took a sip of tea, a hint of mockery in his casual voice.
As if marveling at the profundity of his previous words.
An older man sat across from him, with a slightly balding head, stout belly, looking every bit the essence of ’officialdom.’
"The ascension speed of Martial Arts Dao’s luck is not slow, after half a month, it’s increased by at least a tenth. Didn’t expect the upper echelon still isn’t satisfied."
"Sigh, even my big brother is at a loss, that’s why I sought your help."
"Hahaha, Director Wang, don’t be modest, you’ve had a plan for a long ti, right?"
"The more intense people’s fervor for Martial Arts Dao, the more people cultivate the Martial Arts Dao, the more the luck of Ancestor Star’s Martial Arts Dao will ascend."
"The more native strong ones Ancestor Star has, the more its luck will ascend, but a group of natives dreaming of nurturing strong ones? What a dream!"
"So, it’s better to let them madly pursue Martial Arts Dao under the stimulus of various privileges, then soar; wasn’t this what you told back then?"
Chen Yuan said with a smile.
"Hahahahaha, you, you, don’t call Director Wang, the heads of the Martial Arts Departnt are Lin Si and Bai Si, only they’re so elusive that I’m forced to take on more responsibilities."
"When this matter heats up, it’ll be ti for our hero Chen Yuan to take the stage." Director Wang said, breathing heavily, his large belly wobbling as if he were ten months pregnant.
During this ti, the higher-ups are dissatisfied with the rate of Ancestor Star’s luck ascension, therefore they issued notices, asking every place to quickly enhance it.
The thod Director Wang chose is to let people see the privileges of Martial Artists, see their arrogance, either feared or desired, making people crave the Martial Arts Dao in the shortest ti.
By so coincidence, he found the person to unlock the lock.
And that man was Chen Yuan’s junior brother.
The two exchanged a glance and shared a slight smile.
Now all cities of Ancestor Star are trying to enhance Martial Arts Dao’s luck, the training camp’s docunts haven’t been approved yet, if the North Sea is the first to et the standards, the rewards from above will certainly be plentiful.
Promotion and wealth are inevitable, maybe even qualification to explore relics.
The two imagined gleefully.
Suddenly, the office door was swung open, and a frantic man rushed in.
"No... it’s bad!!"
"Soone ca to the Martial Arts Departnt carrying a Martial Artist!"
"Madman! Daring to cause trouble at the Martial Arts Departnt!" Director Wang’s eyes widened, the fat on his forehead piling up.
He hurriedly stood up and followed the man out.
The Martial Arts Departnt had just been established, it absolutely couldn’t explode under his watch; promotion and wealth, he was counting on the Martial Arts Departnt for that.
"Interesting, causing trouble at the Martial Arts Departnt." Chen Yuan stayed seated in the room, a look of amusent on his face.
Their relationship couldn’t even be considered drinking buddies, cooperating purely for benefits, watching each other’s commotion was just normal.
Director Wang breathlessly arrived at the second-floor hall.
Looking down, he saw a youth holding a barely alive Martial Artist standing there.
That Martial Artist, limbs limp, his face was sullied with blood and gri, but Director Wang instantly recognized his identity.
"You!! You!! How dare you, actually dare to commit a cri in front of the Martial Arts Departnt, do you know who you’re grabbing!"
"A student of Tingfeng Martial Arts Hall, a disciple of Chang Xiao真人, you actually did this, do you know what trouble you’ve caused! Your family, your school will suffer imnse calamities because of you!"
He was too familiar with this person, Chen Yuan’s junior brother, also their chosen ’unlock man.’
"Arrest him, arrest him for !!" Director Wang roared.
Instantly, Martial Artists who had been coldly observing burst forth from all directions, rushing towards Su Tu, intending to suppress him together.
At this mont, Su Tu dropped the man at his feet.
"So, Martial Artists of the Martial Arts Departnt do enforce the law too."
"Chang Xiao真人’s student, Tingfeng Martial Arts Hall’s student, quite a fancy title, huh? Bringing people, right? Maybe I can bring soone too."
Su Tu looked up at Director Wang, his eyes seemingly hiding a dark abyss.
"My master is Zhou Wuliang, my senior is Li Hu, he has a ntor, so do I," Su Tu’s voice was not loud.
But to Director Wang’s ears, it was like a thunderclap.
There are eight Dao Fields guarding the North Sea, eight Guardians, the other seven all had great achievents and earned through rits the chance to take disciples on Ancestor Star, pursuing opportunities with luck.
But Zhou Wuliang was parachuted in, his disciple beca the first Captain of the Special Operations Division of the Public Security Bureau.
The Federation issued secret orders for other Guardians, informing the Martial Arts Departnt of how to treat these Guardians, but for Zhou Wuliang, there was only one line.
"All things are allowed!!"
This sentence was enough to show Zhou Wuliang’s extraordinary status above the other Guardians!
Could he afford to provoke his disciple?
"Stop!! Stop at once!!"
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, he shouted anxiously, not paying attention, he slipped, his corpulent body toppled forward, and he plumted straight down from the second floor.
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