The Joy of Throwing Your Weight Around Is Beyond Your Imagination (Please Keep Reading)

The crowd looked at one another.

After just a few days apart, Chen Mo seemed like a completely different person... Not only had his strength soared, his methods had become so ruthless as well!

What they found even more unbelievable was that Yan Liang, also a Flag Chief and the biological nephew of the Vice Minister of Justice, could actually swallow such humiliation!

It was simply incomprehensible!

The few who had laughed the loudest earlier felt their scalps prickle. They lowered their heads, terrified of drawing the attention of this baleful star.

The white-haired old man did not know why Yan Liang had suddenly backed down, but he could tell that there was no dealing with Chen Mo today.

Still, he refused to yield verbally.

"Kid, I advise you not to celebrate too soon!"

"Relying on your father's power and influence, you act wantonly, disregard law and discipline, and swagger about so arrogantly. Do you really think no one can handle you?"

"The days ahead are long. You'd better not let this old man catch you in the wrong..."

Chen Mo picked at his ear and impatiently cut him off. "Centurion Chu, how old are you this year?"

The white-haired old man froze, then frowned. "This old man is sixty-five this year. So what?"

"You've got one foot in the grave, yet you're still only a Centurion. How much room for improvement do you think you have left?"

"Both your martial path and official career have reached their ends. What right do you have to speak to me of days ahead being long?"

"What did you say?!"

Chen Mo's string of questions made the white-haired old man tremble from head to toe, his beard bristling high with rage.

"I'm not even twenty, yet I've already reached the sixth-grade Origin Return Realm. Surpassing you is merely a matter of time."

"As for my father... I nearly forgot. You sleep like a widow, with no one above you. That's why you simply cannot imagine the joy of throwing your weight around."

Chen Mo spoke in a teasing tone.

"What? Did I hear that right?!"

"Chen Mo has already broken through the Mortal Realm and entered the sixth grade?!"

"No wonder he could fight two Flag Chiefs from the Ding Fire Bureau in succession and even cut off one of Yan Liang's hands!"

"With such strength, he may well be qualified to join the Ten Heroes of Azure Cloud!"

The Training Grounds erupted in an uproar, boiling over with noise!

Once the shock subsided, most people showed wary expressions.

Meanwhile, the Water Bureau personnel stood tall, their faces glowing with pride, sharing in the honor!

Among the ten bureaus, the Consort Faction occupied only four. Outnumbered, they were normally at a disadvantage, and their days were far from easy.

Chen Mo had truly vented their anger this time!

The fat Qin Shou shouted loudly from the side, "Flag Chief Chen is mighty!"

Centurion Chu's old face flushed crimson, his teeth grinding loudly, yet there was nothing he could do to Chen Mo.

In the end, he could only snort coldly, flick his sleeve, and leave.

Like a defeated dog.

Chen Mo looked disdainful.

A mere Centurion was not worth mentioning at all.

The Heavenly Qilin Guard was a muddy mix of all sorts, dragons and fish intermingled, while the two factions squeezed each other out.

Rather than wait to be plotted against, he might as well strike first. At the same time, he could prove his value to Her Highness!

As for the gun that shoots the bird that sticks its head out...

Today, he would stand right on the branch and see who dared raise a gun?

"No roll call today. Return to your posts and carry out your duties. Dismissed."

Shen Shuchou waved his hand and dispersed the crowd.

Seeing Chen Mo trying to blend into the crowd and grease the soles of his feet, he said, "You, come with me."

Then, with his hands behind his back, he headed into the tower.

"If it's a blessing, it won't be a curse. If it's a curse, there's no escaping it..."

Chen Mo sighed and silently followed behind Shen Shuchou.

The black-haired, ponytailed woman stood in a corner, watching Chen Mo's retreating figure, battle intent blazing in her eyes.

"Both of us are sixth grade, yet his strength surpasses mine. Especially that domineering blade intent—it shares the same tune through different paths as mine..."

"I never expected such a formidable opponent within the Magistrate Office. It truly delights me!"

Water Bureau Office.

Inside the room, Shen Shuchou sat at his desk with his head lowered, reviewing case files. He left Chen Mo standing to one side without even any intention of inviting him to sit.

Chen Mo casually dragged over a chair and sat across from Shen Shuchou.

He picked up the teapot on the desk and poured himself a cup.

The moment it entered his mouth, his expression changed slightly.

"Your teapot is filled with wine?"

Without looking up, Shen Shuchou said, "Drinking while on duty: one month's salary docked."

Chen Mo: "¿"

Only after reviewing all the case files did Shen Shuchou finally look directly at him and ask bluntly, "Why?"

Chen Mo answered candidly, "I've disliked Yan Liang for a long time, so I took the opportunity to make a fuss. More importantly, I discovered that the Yan Family was secretly..."

"I mean, why did you tear up the marriage contract?"

"How is Zhixia unworthy of you?"

Shen Shuchou said coldly.

"..."

Chen Mo's expression froze.

Shen Shuchou, Water Bureau Centurion.

At the same time, he was the second young master of the Shen Family, Shen Zhixia's biological elder brother.

"Your brother-in-law is your direct superior, and you still dared tear up the marriage contract in public? Are you a centipede, worried you won't have enough tiny shoes to wear?"

"The key was that it was all for a 'paper person'... He really had let the little head control the big head."

Chen Mo had long since run out of strength to mock his predecessor's behavior.

It was like a college student wandering into a palace-intrigue drama. Someone fed him crane-crown red poison, and he still had to thank them for it.

"This was not of my own will."

"The specifics are difficult to explain in a short while."

"In any case, Centurion, you can understand it as me working for Her Highness."

Chen Mo wore a solemn expression.

After all, if there was blame to be assigned, it was right to throw it onto Her Highness.

Shen Shuchou's thick brows knitted together.

Father Shen had kept tight-lipped about the matter and revealed little, but Shen Shuchou could roughly guess some of it.

That courtesan queen's identity definitely had a problem. Otherwise, they would not have searched the Music Bureau again and again.

"So you still like Zhixia in your heart?"

"I heard that yesterday at the Chen Estate, you even made her wet."

Shen Shuchou raised a brow.

Hey, saying it like that could easily make people misunderstand!

Though it did seem to be true...

"Ahem, well..."

Noticing the somewhat dangerous look in the other man's eyes, Chen Mo nodded like a pecking chicken. "Zhixia and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts, innocent from youth. Naturally, we have an emotional foundation, so something like a marriage document is of no importance."

"You have a point. A marriage document indeed has little meaning."

Shen Shuchou pinched his chin and pondered.

Chen Mo was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Shen Shuchou mutter to himself, "Perhaps I should give up the chance to be promoted to Vice Thousand-Man Commander and ask Her Highness to bestow a marriage instead. That would be more secure..."

Chen Mo: Σ(°△°|||)

"Right, what did you say earlier about the Yan Family?"

Shen Shuchou asked after coming back to his senses.

As he listened to what Chen Mo said next, his expression gradually turned cold, while killing intent surged wildly in his deep, pool-like eyes!

"Chief!"

The moment Chen Mo stepped out of the Magistrate Office, Qin Shou, who had been waiting outside, hurried over.

"How was it? Centurion didn't give you a hard time, did he?"

Chen Mo shook his head. "It was fine. He only docked a month of my pay."

Qin Shou breathed a sigh of relief, then said with immense excitement, "You were so fierce just now! One against two, overpowering two Flag Chiefs, and even cutting off one of Yan Liang's hands! From now on, the Ding Fire Bureau will have to take a detour whenever they see us!"

"And that bitch Li Yuan, I've been sick of her for ages. Just because her blade technique is good, our brothers have suffered plenty of her abuse!"

"Hmph, what Number One Below Centurion? Wasn't she still beaten down by you..."

Halfway through, Qin Shou felt a faint chill creep down his back.

Following Chen Mo's gaze, he turned around, and his expression immediately stiffened.

A tall figure stood behind them.

Long legs, slender waist, a high ponytail, sharp brows and eyes, with a Mo Blade over two meters long resting on her shoulder.

"F-Flag Officer Li..."

Qin Shou's lips trembled, and he could barely speak properly.

Within the Heavenly Qilin Guard, from the lowest captains to the Flag Chiefs above, almost everyone had undergone her "special training." Recalling all his past experiences, his legs began to shake uncontrollably.

Yet Li Yuan did not even glance at him. She walked straight up to Chen Mo and said, "You are strong."

Chen Mo nodded. "I know."

"I only lost to you temporarily."

"Right now, you are pressing down on me. But one day, I will press down on you."

Li Yuan spoke calmly and seriously, as if merely stating a fact.

Chen Mo was immediately silenced.

After a long while, he finally said:

"Forget it. I still prefer being on top."

"As for you, sooner or later, you'll get used to being pressed underneath... It's actually quite comfortable."

Li Yuan raised her brows. For some reason, she felt there was something strange about the way this man spoke.

But it did not matter. She would prove herself with strength.

"In the path of the blade, I will not lose to anyone!"

"The blade is the weapon of a tyrant. Draw the blade and defeat every enemy under heaven—this is my path!"