Little Do They Know, Are Kings, Lords, Generals, and Ministers Born to a Different Breed?

The vacation was over.

The new school year at Notting Academy had arrived.

Su Chen led Xiao Wu, heading toward the Spirit Hall branch with practiced ease, ready to collect this month's spirit master subsidy.

The Gold Soul Coins in their pockets were nearly spent, and they were in desperate need of finding the Spirit Hall to squeeze out some more.

Just as they stepped through the gates of the Spirit Hall, they ran straight into Su Yuntao.

The Blind Douluo was in terrible shape today.

His eye sockets were sunken, his gaze was listless, and his face wore an expression of utter despair, as if he had exhausted himself to the point of kidney failure from too much "handiwork."

"Brother Tao, why the long face?" Su Chen stepped forward, striking up a conversation with familiar ease.

Su Yuntao ignored him, but Su Chen wasn't annoyed and continued to tease.

"Could it be that Sister Si Si finally realized that besides looking decent, your pockets are emptier than your face, and she ran off with a rich guy?"

"Relax, relax. Love is a beam of light, green enough to make you panic. If you want to live a smooth life, you've got to have a little green on your head."

Hearing Su Chen's words, Xiao Wu couldn't help but giggle.

The Boss was the Boss; the phrases that popped out of his mouth were always a set, and his golden quotes never repeated.

She quickly recited them in her mind a few times, preparing to record them in her little Boss Quotes notebook when she got back.

Su Yuntao was already agitated, and hearing this, he rolled his eyes and waved his hand as if shooing away flies.

"Go, go, go. What would a brat like you know? Go play somewhere else. I'm stressed out, I don't have time to joke around with you two."

Su Chen didn't leave; instead, he grew interested.

Anything that could make the dignified Blind Douluo worry like this had to be a massive piece of gossip.

"Tell me about it, Brother Tao. Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang; maybe I can offer you a brilliant strategy."

Su Yuntao sighed, let his head droop, and lowered his voice to ask, "Have you heard of the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao?"

"I know a little bit."

Su Chen's expression turned strange. It had to do with the old rat.

He definitely had to listen to this.

Xiao Wu also leaned in immediately, wearing an expression ready for gossip.

Su Yuntao gritted his teeth and continued in a low voice, "Two days ago, an urgent dispatch came from the Spirit Hall headquarters. They said Tang Hao has completely lost his mind and is frantically smashing up Spirit Hall branches in every major city!"

The more Su Yuntao spoke, the angrier he became, his spit flying everywhere.

"Smashing the place is one thing, but he's attacking indiscriminately! Many low-level deacons like me, who work hard and clock in every day, have all fallen victim!"

"What's even more infuriating is that this old madman even kicks the stray dogs he passes by, and he doesn't even spare the common folk!"

"Pah." Su Yuntao spat hard on the ground. "He's a disgrace to his title as a Douluo!"

"I haven't been able to sleep for nights because of this. I'm terrified that this old madman will have a fit and come to cause trouble here in Nuoding City. I just saved enough money to marry Si Si; I don't want to die young."

As he spoke, Su Yuntao covered his face, overcome with grief.

After listening to this tearful accusation, the smile on Su Chen's face faded, and his brows knit together into a frown.

It seemed that losing his wife and his spirit bone had driven the old rat completely insane.

Su Chen sighed inwardly; he had been a bit short-sighted after all.

If he had known, he should have just finished him off that night instead of sparing the old rat's life and only lightly destroying his manhood.

That damned specific hobby had saved the old rat's life.

He, Su Chen, really wasn't a good person.

Xiao Wu clenched her little fists as she listened, cursing indignantly, "That Tang Hao is truly a piece of work! If he's so capable, why doesn't he go fight the Pope of the Spirit Hall? What kind of skill is it to bully ordinary people!"

Su Chen stroked his chin, beginning to weigh his options.

When it came down to it, the fuse for all of this was himself.

For once, this situation gave him a tiny sliver of guilt.

However, the Douluo Continent was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, and the weak were worth less than a dog on the side of the road.

The guilt vanished without a trace almost immediately.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a small yellow lightbulb appeared in his mind.

"Brother Tao, this is easy to handle."

Su Yuntao looked up, his face full of disbelief.

This was a matter that had the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall tearing their hair out; what could a brat like him possibly do?

Su Chen's eyes darted around, and he revealed an insidious smile that would make any capitalist weep, "I'll give you an idea that is guaranteed to be the perfect cure for Tang Hao."

"You really have a way?"

Xiao Wu chimed in from the side, patting her flat chest to guarantee it, "Brother Tao, don't worry. My Boss might not have much, but he's full of devious tricks. If he says he has a way, he definitely has a way."

What kind of talk is that? What kind of talk is that?

Su Chen's forehead was covered in black lines; this rabbit really couldn't spit out ivory.

He cleared his throat. "Write a letter immediately and send it to Spirit City via express delivery."

"What should I write in the letter?" Su Yuntao asked, his interest piqued.

Su Chen grinned, revealing his stark white teeth.

"If Spirit Hall can't catch Tang Hao, can't they do anything about the Clear Sky Sect?"

"In the letter, suggest that the higher-ups of Spirit Hall issue a joint announcement in every city across the continent."

"Write only one sentence: If Tang Hao dares to attack Spirit Hall again and slaughter the innocent, for every person he kills, Spirit Hall will send men to the Clear Sky Sect to demand a life for a life!"

"For every civilian killed, hold the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect collectively responsible at a ratio of ten to one! Isn't Tang Hao so arrogant? Doesn't he like to smash up venues? Let him smash!"

"As long as he kills one civilian, Spirit Hall will go to the Clear Sky Sect, take the heads of their disciples, and hang them on the city walls to be kicked around like balls!"

"This is called the Nine-Clan Elimination Game!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yuntao was struck as if by lightning, standing frozen on the spot.

His mouth hung wide open, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

After a long while, he slapped his thigh hard, producing a crisp sound.

"Brilliant!"

"This is simply a peerless strategy!"

Su Yuntao was so excited he became incoherent, grabbing Su Chen by the shoulders and shaking him.

The way he looked at Su Chen was as if he were looking at a monster.

"Little Chen, how exactly is your brain wired? How could you come up with such a vicious... such an exquisite method?"

Su Yuntao felt as if he had been enlightened, his mind suddenly opened.

Su Chen chuckled to himself.

The soul masters of Douluo Continent were obsessed with fighting and killing; when it came to tactics and political maneuvering, they were pitifully amateurish.

Bibi Dong's "Civet Cat Replaces the Crown Prince" could be bragged about for ages.

The mere scraps of political maneuvering he pulled from his past life were a complete dimensionality-reduction strike.

If he were to bring out the Art of War or the Thirty-Six Stratagems, wouldn't these people kneel down and kowtow on the spot?

"Alright, Brother Tao, hurry up and write the letter to claim the credit. Don't forget to give me and Xiao Wu our monthly allowance."

"Won't forget, won't forget, I'll get you the Gold Soul Coins right now."

Su Yuntao was flushed with excitement. He pulled two heavy handfuls of Gold Soul Coins directly from his coin purse and, without even looking, shoved them all into Su Chen's hands.

Now he finally didn't have to worry about an early death.

With this brilliant strategy, the higher-ups of Spirit Hall would be overjoyed.

He might even use this opportunity to get a promotion and a raise, become a branch hall master, marry Si Si, and reach the pinnacle of his life!

Why couldn't he, Su Yuntao, sit in the position of that old geezer Ma Xiunuo?

Little did he know, are kings and nobles born with any special status?