Qin Yang moved as though he were in an empty land, advancing all the way. Whenever he encountered someone, he said he had an urgent secret matter to report to the Director.
If anyone asked, Qin Yang pretended to hesitate for a moment before speaking directly.
Yet every time he was just about to speak, the other person immediately cut him off, not daring to hear a single word. They even thoughtfully pointed him in the right direction and urged him to hurry.
Qin Yang thanked them politely and swaggered farther inside.
In places like the Discipline Guard, rules were things greater than heaven.
Although the rumors outside about the Discipline Guard were basically cut from the same cloth as the Heavenly Order Guard of the Great Wilderness, when it came to reputation, the Discipline Guard's name was so rotten that people hardly even dared discuss it in private.
Every one of those bastards was a rabid dog that observed neither rules nor reason, devouring people without even spitting out the bones. Everyone would instinctively imagine one sentence: The Discipline Guard itself is the rule. It is the law.
In truth, that was more or less how they acted toward outsiders. The rumors had not blackened them too much.
But precisely because of that, internally, they were nothing like the rumors. Their internal rules were strict, and their laws harsh.
Since Qin Yang had dared use the All Heavens Projection when developing it, he had naturally made preparations well in advance.
Within the Discipline Guard, there were now only a handful of people who understood the rules here better than he did, or understood that Book of Law as thick as a city-wall brick.
Qin Yang continued inward. The place where the Director of the Discipline Guard worked covered a