Gong Hengwen's Dirty Dog, I Like Hitting It the Most!

"It was Secretary Ye who came to bully first. Chen Yan was just defending himself!"

"You're the Martial Division of Green Mountain Town—you shouldn't be acting like this!"

Outside an office in the Town Martial Hall, a young martial officer stood at the door, blocking Wang Yang and the hastily arrived Chen Yuxu from entering.

Chen Yuxu had nearly worn his lips thin arguing, but it was all for nothing.

He'd rushed over the moment he heard the news at home, yet he couldn't even get a glimpse of Chen Yan.

Beside him, Wang Yang's expression was dim, heavy with self-blame.

This was all his fault.

Watching Chen Yuxu argue his case, Wang Yang felt even worse:

"Old Chen, I'll find someone tomorrow. Don't worry—I won't let Chen Yan stay locked up."

Wang Yang clenched his fists, his mind landing on only one person: Zhuang Xihang.

He'd already signed the divorce papers, but for Chen Yan's sake, he'd kneel if he had to, begging for help.

Chen Yuxu glanced at Wang Yang, opened his mouth, then finally nodded.

"Chen Yan saved me. It's all my fault—the problem is me." Wang Yang gave a bitter laugh.

"Nonsense!" Chen Yuxu said in a low voice.

"My son was right to save you. He should help you. The fault isn't his, and it isn't yours."

Anger simmered in Chen Yuxu's eyes.

The fault lay with the Town Martial Hall, with these snobs who looked down on others.

Wang Yang froze for a moment, his heart even more bitter.

"Not at fault?"

A light, cold voice drifted over. Secretary Ye, his head wrapped in gauze, walked up and barked:

"That little bastard deserves to die, and you old bastard dare to say he's not at fault?!"

Faint red light flickered over his body—a sign of Blood Qi surfacing.

Chen Yuxu glared back and roared:

"Stop flaunting your crappy Blood Qi! You couldn't beat my son—what face do you have to show it off?!"

Secretary Ye choked. The father was even fiercer than the son. He was about to curse back when Xin Gongxian walked over:

"Chen Yuxu, you dare make a scene at the Town Martial Hall? Want to join your son inside?"

Chen Yuxu's face shifted slightly. If he got locked up, he couldn't help Chen Yan from the outside. He reined in his anger for a moment and said:

"I'm not making a scene. I'm just saying my son's still in high school. Secretary Ye here is a martial artist—there's no way he could've been beaten like that. There must be some misunderstanding."

As Chen Yuxu finished, Secretary Ye's expression turned even colder, but Xin Gongxian barked:

"Misunderstanding or not, do I need you to tell me?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, glancing coldly at Chen Yuxu:

"Do I need you questioning whether I do my job right?"

He might have to be polite to Wang Yang, but with Chen Yuxu, he didn't care at all.

This honest country bumpkin always kept his head down around him—now he dared to talk back.

That displeased him.

If even Chen Yuxu could defy him, he'd be run ragged as the chief.

Nearby, Secretary Ye crossed his arms and snorted:

"Chief Xin, this town of yours is hard to manage. Last time I saw Chu Lan, he said you ran things well."

Xin Gongxian gave him a flat look. Just a dog of the Gong Family, always throwing his weight around, thinking he was something special.

"Old Chen, let's go back," Wang Yang said in a low voice. If they angered Xin Gongxian now, things would only get harder later.

Chen Yuxu frowned. He couldn't back down—his son was still in the cell:

"Chief Xin, even the Town Martial Hall has to act fairly. My son hit him, but that doesn't mean he should be thrown straight into a cell!"

His voice rang firm as he met Xin Gongxian's gaze.

He'd learned from Wang Yang about the Town Martial Class. This was about Chen Yan's future—he couldn't let the Town Martial Hall waste time.

Chen Yan needed to get out.

"You..." Xin Gongxian's face turned cold.

"Teaching me how to run the Town Martial Hall?!"

The next moment.

B lotches of red light spread from Xin Gongxian's body. The pressure of a Blood Qi Martial Artist crashed down on Chen Yuxu in an instant.

Wang Yang's face went pale.

"Director Xin's, it's just a small matter!"

Chen Yuxu felt as if he were suddenly wrapped in a raging current, his breathing turning labored, yet he spoke with a flushed face:

"I won't teach you, but at least you need to have... some rules!"

His son and daughter had both been in car accidents one after another, and the Town Martial Hall had found nothing.

His family's storefront was taken away with a single word from Xin Gongxian.

It was the other party who had forced him and his son up Qingshan.

His son had only hit someone, yet he was locked in an iron cell, with no idea when he'd come out.

Xin Gongxian deserved to die!

Xin Gongxian's expression turned even colder. He hadn't expected this rural pauper to dare talk back under his pressure.

All he knew was that he wanted to teach the man a lesson right now.

Neither the face of a Town Martial Hall director nor the dignity of a martial artist should be challenged like this.

Beside Xin Gongxian, Secretary Ye smiled, looking at Wang Yang and Chen Yuxu with a provocative gaze.

Rolling red light emerged, and the light rays around Xin Gongxian began to warp.

"Xin Gongxian, what are you—" Wang Yang's face changed drastically as he growled.

"Going to do?"

Before Wang Yang could finish, another old man's voice picked up his words.

A wisp of pitch-black light seemed to be drawn from the night sky, then coiled around Xin Gongxian.

The red light spilling from Xin Gongxian, upon touching that black light, instantly melted and dissipated like ice meeting flames.

The pressure bearing down on Chen Yuxu vanished. Xin Gongxian's face shifted dramatically as he looked around and barked:

"Who dares to use force in the Town Martial Hall!"

"It's me."

The old man's voice sounded again. Wang Yang and Chen Yuxu's vision blurred, and a tall, lean old man appeared before them.

Zhuang Xihang had been asking around and even went to Chen Yan's home to find him, only to learn that Chen Yan had been locked up in the Town Martial Hall.

He asked a balding martial officer from the Town Martial Hall and found out what had happened.

"Yue... Principal Zhuang!" Wang Yang opened his mouth, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Call me Dad!" Zhuang Xihang shot Wang Yang a glance, laced with reproach and apology:

"Why didn't you tell me about you and her sooner? Why didn't you tell me!"

Zhuang Xihang gritted his teeth. Only now did he understand why Wang Yang refused to let Wang Xinqian sign the Gong Family contract, and why Wang Yang had been separated from his daughter two years ago.

He had even blamed Wang Yang for it—for two whole years.

His daughter had the audacity to be someone's mistress.

Disappointment, regret, anger!

"Dad..." Wang Yang hesitated, then patted Chen Yuxu beside him:

"This is Zhuang Xihang, principal of County Second High."

Chen Yuxu relaxed, breathing heavily. Knowing this man had come to help Chen Yan, he quickly bowed:

"Principal Zhuang!"

Zhuang Xihang nodded, but across from him, Xin Gongxian said flatly:

"Vice principal."

Zhuang Xihang looked at Xin Gongxian with a teasing tone: "Even if I'm vice, I'm mid-to-late Five Viscera Realm. And you?"

Xin Gongxian's expression turned icy.

Zhuang Xihang's gaze shifted to Secretary Ye, who was smiling and waving at him. He barked:

"Shut your mouth!"

Secret Ye froze, anger stirring but not daring to show it.

This man would soon be his boss's father-in-law.

"Go back and tell Zhuang Yan I have no daughter like her. Disgraceful!" Zhuang Xihang roared.

Secretary Ye's eyes narrowed, but he dared not speak.

Xin Gongxian's expression changed. Only then did he recall that Zhuang Xihang's daughter had married Gong Qing and would soon be a Gong Family member:

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"Principal Zhuang, what brings you to my place?"

"I'm here to have you release someone." Zhuang Xihang said coldly:

"Chen Yan is my student. He's supposed to start at the Town Martial Class tomorrow. If you lock him up, who am I supposed to teach tomorrow?"

Behind him, Wang Yang's expression shifted slightly. Since when did Chen Yan become his student?

"But as far as I know, Chen Yan isn't on the Town Martial Class quota." Xin Gongxian looked surprised. Things were getting tricky.

He faintly sensed something amiss.

"You probably don't know this, but as a teacher of the Town Martial Class, I can bring one auditing student." Zhuang Xihang spoke, squinting as he sized up Xin Gongxian.

Behind him, Chen Yuxu and Wang Yang's faces lit up with joy.

"Auditing?" Xin Gongxian frowned:

"But he hit someone..."

Xin Gongxian looked at Secretary Ye.

"That's right, that little beast hit me." Secretary Ye spoke, but his earlier bravado was gone.

A streak of light slammed into Secretary Ye, who crashed into the wall, sliding down with a howl of pain.

"Then what are you, if not deserving of a beating?" Zhuang Xihang roared in anger. If not for Chen Yan, Wang Yang would have lost a finger.

"Ah!"

Secretary Ye wailed, his ribs broken, his face twisted in agony:

"You old fool, my boss has swapped out four wives in three years, but I'm his only secretary. You really think you're something?"

Struck so heavily, he no longer cared about anything else and started cursing.

"Zhuang Xihang, you've gone too far!" Xin Gongxian frowned, then barked:

"This is the Town Martial Hall!"

Zhuang Xihang's face was cold, his anger at its peak.

But the next moment, he frowned and looked up at the ceiling.

"If you cause trouble here, I'll—"

Xin Gongxian started, then shut his mouth, also glancing around, as if a sound was echoing from above.

The sound grew louder, gradually becoming clear.

"Yin Yanjun, you're doing a fine job. This is how you manage Luoshan County!"

"This has nothing to do with me. I didn't appoint this Xin Gongxian!"

"Yin Yanjun, you're still shirking responsibility!!!"

"Luo Puxin, listen to me—"

"You disappoint me!"

"It was Chu Cang, Chu Cang who decided!"

Boom boom boom!!!

Gusts of wind blew in from outside the window, sweeping into the office, rattling the papers, pens, and even the ashtray on the desk.

Everyone's expression changed instantly. Feeling the slight tremor under their feet, they rushed to the window and saw a red and a white streak of dazzling light shatter the tranquility of Qingshan, blindingly bright.

Clang clang clang!

In the hallway, half-open doors slammed against their frames under the onslaught of wind and waves.

Xin Gongxian's face shifted dramatically. His eyes flew wide open, an indescribable panic surfacing on his face. He gaped, looking around wildly.

The lights in the entire hallway flickered, alternating between bright and dark.

At a certain moment, two figures suddenly appeared before Xin Gongxian.

Luo Puxin and Yin Yanjun.

"Dir... Director Yin!"

Seeing the arrivals, Xin Gongxian trembled all over. The other party was far above his level.

The head of a Town Martial Hall was a rank lower than a deputy department head in a county's City Martial Division.

And Yin Yanjun was a full-fledged Director.

As for the man beside Yin Yanjun, his aura was no weaker than Yin Yanjun's.

This man had been yelling at Yin Yanjun from outside just now, and Yin Yanjun was clearly on the losing end.

"Director Luo, Director Yin, what brings you here?"

Beside him, Zhuang Xihang looked equally surprised to see them.

As for Wang Yang and Chen Yuxu, they exchanged glances and chose to stay silent. These two were far above their level to converse with.

"Deputy Minister Bai Yuyue of the City Martial Division's Military Martial Department sent us." Yin Yanjun's face was grim. Luo Puxin had just chewed him out badly.

And the worst part was, he couldn't refute it.

He shot a cold glance at Xin Gongxian, then continued:

"We're here to pick up Chen Yan."

Thud!

In the office of the station chief, the sound of a lighter hitting the floor rang out.

In the corridor, Xin Gongxian's legs gave way, and his body leaned back slightly, thudding against the wall.

It was as if all strength had been drained from him at once.

His pupils contracted; within his mind, a tide seemed to surge and sweep through.

The Deputy Minister of the City Martial Division—that Bai Yuyue—had ordered the County Martial Division Chief to personally come and pick up Chen Yan!

And Chen Yan was locked up in an iron cell under his watch.

"To pick up Chen Yan?" Zhuang Xihang's face was stunned; no matter how he racked his brain, he couldn't make sense of it.

Behind him, Wang Yang and Chen Yuxu were equally shaken.

"My son... what did he do?" Chen Yuxu spoke, feeling that things had blown up far too big.

How had his son drawn the attention of such a figure?

"Chen Yan is doing well." Luo Puxin looked at Chen Yuxu, who didn't seem to realize they were old classmates, and continued with a smile:

"Your son is a genius—a genuine genius of the Body Tempering Path!"

"Huh?" Chen Yuxu opened his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips, but he couldn't force it out.

Because the shock was too overwhelming.

Across from them, Xin Gongxian and Secretary Ye were completely frozen, their bodies stiff, rooted to the spot.

"Just how much of a genius is he?" Zhuang Xihang was dumbfounded. He knew Chen Yan was a Body Tempering genius, but having the Chief come to pick him up—wasn't that a bit much?

Had he failed to see Chen Yan clearly?

"Zhuang Xihang, don't ask. You'll find out later." Yin Yanjun smiled, then his grin faded as he turned to look at Xin Gongxian.

"Ha!" Xin Gongxian's mouth gaped wide, but no laugh came out. He forced an ugly smile:

"It's a misunderstanding, ha..."

"Misunderstanding?" Luo Puxin narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, a misunderstanding. You see, Venerable Sirs, Chen Yan killed someone today, so I..." Xin Gongxian was in the middle of speaking.

Luo Puxin slammed a palm onto Xin Gongxian's shoulder. The latter felt as if a mountain had crashed down on him; his legs buckled, and he collapsed to the floor.

"Do you think I can't tell if it's a misunderstanding?" Rolling Internal Force poured from Luo Puxin's hand into Xin Gongxian's body:

"You've gotten too used to playing emperor here—should we kneel to you next?"

Luo Puxin glared fiercely at the panicked Xin Gongxian, then kicked him hard in the thigh.

"Ah!" Xin Gongxian screamed. The kick didn't break his leg, but it carried a piercing, bone-deep pain that sent him sprawling to the ground.

Beside him, Yin Yanjun said coldly:

"You're done as station chief. I'll report this to the city, and the county will launch a full investigation."

In the corridor, Xin Gongxian, still howling in pain, froze instantly. He looked at Yin Yanjun with pleading eyes, but the latter took a deep breath and barked:

"If you can keep your post, then I can't keep mine."

Xin Gongxian's face turned ashen.

Nearby, Secretary Ye saw Luo Puxin's gaze land on him, and his face went stark white:

"My boss is from the Gong Family..."

"Gong Hengwen?" Luo Puxin narrowed his eyes.

"Ah?" Secretary Ye's mouth fell open. His boss was just a branch member—how could he compare to Gong Hengwen?

In an instant, his breathing grew labored. Secretary Ye was about to speak when Luo Puxin suddenly kicked him hard in the thigh.

Crack!

It snapped.

"Ah!!!" Secretary Ye roared in agony.

Luo Puxin growled:

"A mangy dog of Gong Hengwen's—I love beating those the most!"