The Taste of Power

Spaceship.

"We'll arrive in Chongyang City in a few hours."

Inside the ship, Zhang Xiaoxi touched everything, marveling at it.

The Source Origin Research Institute was even more powerful than she had imagined; they actually traveled in a spaceship!!

That's absolutely outrageous.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang." Chen Qingxue approached and brought over a cup of coffee. "You're quite lucky. You've only just joined the Research Institute, and you're already on field assignments."

Zhang Xiaoxi took the coffee, took a sip, and scratched her head sheepishly.

"I have to thank you, Axue, otherwise I wouldn't have been chosen."

Although she had only just entered the Research Institute, she and Chen Qingxue got along well and quickly became very close, like old friends.

Chen Qingxue smiled and said:

"It has little to do with me. I just mentioned it to the vice dean. You're the one who did well and passed the review and test."

She said enviously:

"With your talent and skills, it won't be long before you become a senior researcher. It took me several years to climb to that position. By the way, any news about your second uncle's family?"

Zhang Xiaoxi's expression darkened:

"Not yet. After the major incident in Jiangzhou, we lost contact with them."

She sighed:

"But my second uncle and the others are definitely fine. I investigated and found that their files are related to the Investigation Bureau, and it seems they were transferred by the Investigation Bureau."

"The Investigation Bureau?" Chen Qingxue asked in surprise, then hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'll ask the Investigation Bureau for you later."

"Ha?"

Zhang Xiaoxi's eyes widened:

"Axue, you actually have these connections?"

Where are my connections?

Chen Qingxue rolled her eyes:

"It's normal that you're not familiar with things since you've just joined. Our Research Institute has a very high status."

"Even the governor would have to exchange a few polite words with our dean!"

Zhang Xiaoxi's eyes widened. The Governor?

Her eyes were somewhat glazed over.

"Then I'll have to brag about it to my little cousin later."

The girl's voice suddenly lowered.

That little bastard, we still don't know if he's alive or dead.

Chen Qingxue patted Zhang Xiaoxi on the shoulder and sighed softly:

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

"Mmm," Zhang Xiaoxi responded muffledly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Waiting Area.

A barren wasteland.

Chen Nuanyu dragged her tired body under the scorching sun.

Finally, we saw signs of human habitation.

Is it a Black Market?

Chen Nuanyu perked up slightly.

Although his newly acquired Flesh and Blood Divine Body was stripped away, after half a month of infusion with a large amount of divine matter,

Her physical strength is also vastly different from what it used to be.

The Twelve Refinements. It's been that long ago.

Its power even far exceeds the scope of the Twelve Refinements, reaching a staggering 600,000 to 700,000 jin!

What we lack now is a Five Elements Great Medicine, to uncover the secrets of the internal organs.

Enter the Black Market and sit down.

Old Man Zhou puffed on his pipe, his pupils contracting slightly.

Having operated such a Black Market for so long, they naturally possessed keen insight and immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of this young woman.

She appears delicate, yet she harbors a sense of crisis within herself.

Old Man Zhou stepped forward calmly, smiling as he handed over a product brochure:

"Guest, please feel free to look at anything you'd like."

Chen Nuanyu casually flipped through the pages, her eyes lighting up:

"Sir, what is the price of this Natural Great Medicine?"

"Three thousand false souls." Old Man Zhou's smile widened even more. Business was on the horizon!

He saw the girl's expression freeze.

Seeing the other person scrutinizing him, seemingly deep in thought, he noticed...

Your mom.

Another one.

Want to grab some deals!

Old Man Zhou was so angry his teeth ached, but his keen senses detected an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the other party.

Crimson, blood-red, even with a hint of divine presence!

He felt a chill run down his spine.

"But."

Old Man Zhou smiled broadly, but his heart was bleeding.

"I find you quite pleasing to the eye, young lady, so I'll give you one as a gift, how about it?"

"Real?"

Chen Nuanyu smiled and took the old man's hand:

"Boss, you're such a good person!"

Old Man Zhou chuckled.

Your mother!!

His heart was bleeding, but he still managed to hand over a wooden box. Chen Nuanyu took it, opened it, and her smile became even brighter.

This Black Market boss is a good person.

What a kind person!

He then chatted with the old man for a long time, the two like old friends, talking about almost everything.

When Chen Nuanyu left the Black Market, the wooden box in her arms had multiplied from one to two.

Old Man Zhou waved from afar:

"Little sister, take care on your journey! Come back and visit often when you have time!"

"Alright!" Chen Nuanyu's figure disappeared into the wasteland.

The old man held his pipe in one hand and silently covered his chest with the other.

A vendor approached:

"Old Zhou, you've sent out four large doses of medicine in the past two weeks. That's 12,000 pseudo-souls!"

The old man's hand trembled.

His eyes were brimming with tears.

"What a terrible thing!"

Center of the Waiting Area.

Zhou Muneo received one visitor after another, and with Hu Zhongli's strong support, he remained firmly in his position as a legislator for half a month.

After meeting all the guests, only he and Hu Zhongli remained in the room.

We're going to Chongyang City the day after tomorrow.

The Three-Eyed Boy sized up the old man:

Have you broken through to the Innate Realm?

"Soon, not too long." Hu Zhongli stroked his chin. "More than breaking through to the Innate Realm, I'd like to see that little fellow who's so highly regarded by the Respected Attendant."

Zhou Muneo chuckled.

Little guy.

He lowered his eyelids, a fervor and devotion flashing in his eyes.

That is God.

He is the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, and the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal!!

Zhou Muneo took a couple of breaths and looked at Hu Zhongli:

What are your plans then?

"How do we do it?"

Hu Zhongli was stunned:

"Of course we've become friends."

His expression turned solemn:

"At twenty years old, Martial Arts Master, True Spiritual Realm expert, and even valued by the Respected Attendant, his future is truly limitless."

The old man sighed softly, somewhat lost in thought.

Afternoon.

Three Enforcement Brigade, totaling over four hundred people, stood around the edge of the training ground, silently watching the frail-looking boy.

The boy sat upright, with a huge wooden table in front of him, on which were plates and plates of meat.

Beef, pork, lamb

It weighed several hundred kilograms!

He was eating with great relish.

"Holy shit."

One of the team members swallowed hard.

"Is this new assistant manager eating a bit too much?"

His eyes were glazed over as he watched the plates of meat disappear, while the frail boy's belly only swelled slightly.

What the heck is this?!

Beside him, another team member whispered:

"Being able to eat is fine, but he probably has some kind of special constitution. What I'm really thinking is, how strong is this guy? I have a feeling he's just here to gain experience?"

Many people were whispering among themselves.

There's nothing we can do; this Assistant Manager Zhang looks far too young, only 25 years old according to his file.

No matter how capable someone like that is, how capable can they really be?

Amidst the low-pressure clamor.

Zhang Fusheng chewed the last piece of beef and swallowed it.

Six hundred catties.

It weighed a full 600 jin (300 kg).

Although his internal strength also increased by 600 jin, but...

I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore!!

He let out a burp, exhaled forcefully, and the grease on his hands instantly rubbed off.

Stand up.

Lin Changle quickly stepped forward and personally wiped Assistant Manager Zhang's mouth for him.

Assistant Manager Zhang glanced around and spoke calmly:

"I heard everything you all said just now."

The three teams, totaling 480 people, fell silent, their gazes sweeping over the frail-looking young man.

Zhang Fusheng ignored the questioning looks and said calmly:

"If nothing unexpected Deputy Director of Operations for long, nor will I spend much more time with you all."

A clear voice echoed throughout the vast training ground.

He paused, then continued:

"Therefore, I don't need to build rapport or cultivate relationships with you. Since everyone here has joined the Enforcement Team, you are naturally among the elite. I know that you all have your own pride."

Enforcement Team members, in lower-level cities, are generally martial artists at the First Refinement or Second Refinement of cultivation.

But this is Chongyang City.

It is one of the seven superior cities in the Golden Province.

As a team specifically tasked with enforcing the law against martial artists, each of these members is at least at the Third Refinement of the martial arts training system.

The three captains were all martial artists at the Eleventh Refinement.

Zhang Fusheng stretched and yawned:

"But I don't care how people see me, or what they think of me."

"Whether it's for gilding the lily or just getting by."

"For the next short period of time, I need you to put aside all distractions, prioritize my will above all else, and absolutely obey orders and instructions."

No one answered; they all stared at him silently.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow and walked forward step by step, his heavy footsteps echoing in the air.

Standing in front of a battalion commander, he asked:

Why aren't you saying anything?

The latter raised an eyebrow:

"Yes, sir."

The voice was weak and feeble; this was a form of passive resistance.

I will listen to you and do as you say.

But will they put in the effort? And what will the outcome be?

Don't worry about it.

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment.

He reached out and touched the captain's face, then said to those around him:

"Everyone, step back a little."

The crowd looked at each other, then slowly moved aside a few steps.

"Retreat again."

"Continue to retreat."

Yes, yes, that's it.

Even when the nearest Enforcement Team were already more than ten meters away, Zhang Fusheng gently patted the captain's cheek and brought his ear close:

Your voice was a little soft just now.

"I can't hear you very well."

The almost humiliating act caused some commotion in the crowd, with many people casting disgusted glances at them.

The captain's lips twitched, and he stared coldly at the boy:

"Yes, sir!"

The shouts hadn't finished.

Why are you yelling so loudly?

Zhang Fusheng pressed down on his face and suddenly shoved it downwards!!

The captain was slammed hard into the ground, the alloy floor instantly tearing apart with a deafening roar and a massive shockwave erupting outwards!

The entire training ground shook.

Enforcement Team more than ten meters away were all knocked over by the blast wave, and chaos ensued.

As the broken metal shards fell, and as the fallen Enforcement Team scrambled to their feet...

They saw that Assistant Manager Zhang was standing ramrod straight, as for the captain...

It was embedded in a pit that was over a meter wide and nearly half a meter deep!!

This is a special alloy!!

"Cough cough cough"

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the captain, whose cheek was half smashed, struggled to his feet, coughed up blood, and lowered his head.

"Thank you very much for your leniency, sir."

Even the special alloy is shattered like this.

If it were this Assistant Manager Zhang, he wouldn't have dispersed his force earlier.

Upon seeing Assistant Manager Zhang Xieli standing ramrod straight, the crowd turned their heads and walked back to the center of the huge training field.

Zhang Fusheng then looked at the team members, some surprised, some apprehensive, their thoughts divided. He knew that He Gaozhuo had arranged for some of them to be there.

They also knew that a show of force wouldn't make these people behave.

But it doesn't matter.

As Zhang Fusheng said before, he would not stay in the position of Deputy Director of Operations for long, nor would he need to cultivate good relationships with his subordinates.

All he needs is for them to obey.

"Pack your things. Teams two and three will stay behind for training, while team one will come with me to handle reception and security."

Zhang Fusheng looked around and suddenly asked:

"Are there still people who don't listen?"

No one answered, and the team members who met his gaze all unconsciously lowered their heads.

"Very good."

Zhang Fusheng smiled, took the towel handed to him by his assistant, wiped his hands, and casually tossed the towel on the ground.

"Team one, all geared up, follow me in three minutes."

"Yes!"

This time, the response was noticeably more forceful and assertive.

A few minutes later.

Armored Hovercar took off from the Public Security Bureau. Zhang Fusheng sat in the first aerial vehicle and looked out the window at the city scenery, which was much more prosperous than Jiangzhou.

In Chongyang City, floating vehicles are almost densely packed together, and aerial tracks crisscross the steel jungle. Bionic robots and ordinary people with prosthetic bodies can be seen everywhere.

In addition, there are huge holographic projections and neon lights that never go out, day and night.

Compared to Jiangzhou, this place is more like a 'Future City', and you can barely see the shadow of the Interstellar Era.

Twelve Armored Hovercar slowly descended into the suburbs.

As soon as they got out of the car, the 160 Enforcement Team quickly dispersed and set up a perimeter, while Zhang Fusheng stood in the open space, quietly watching the sky.

He took a sip of the cola that Lin Changle handed him.

In the sky, thick clouds rolled away, and a huge spaceship slowly descended.

"Such a grand display!"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, "They even use spaceships for travel?"

The Source Origin Research Institute is probably of a higher status than I imagined.

Unfortunately, there is very little information about the Source Origin Research Institute that can be found on the Divine Net.

But that's fine too, because this way, the Gaotian Association can grow stronger even faster.

As their thoughts raced, the hatch of the spaceship slowly opened, and a dozen or so men and women dressed in white followed an old woman as they disembarked.

"Um?"

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow.

Did I just see that unfortunate kid, Zhang Xiaoxi?

If I told you I love you, would you give me a ticket?