I'm a Fortune-Teller—What the Hell Are You?

After replacing the files, Chen Jue returned to the Third Group's main office.

Zeng You had not yet arrived for roll call. After greeting Chen Jue, the Third Group members tacitly avoided mentioning his recuperation.

He Yuanshan winked and made faces at him, while Uncle Lin scratched his head, unable to understand why the uncle and nephew were putting on this ridiculous act.

In his view, since Xiao Jue possessed such extraordinary talent, he ought to have shown it off long ago.

Only then could he win his superiors' favor and enjoy a smooth road through officialdom.

Though he did not understand, Old He and Chen Jue had both asked him to keep it secret. Having shared life-and-death bonds with them, he could only help conceal it and keep his lips sealed.

At nine in the morning, Zeng You arrived at the main office on time.

They were still gathered around that long white conference table. The faint malice was still there, as was the obvious seniority-based roll call, one person at a time.

"Little Chen, you and Old Lin have had it easy this past month. You received Chief Wu's reward and got to recover peacefully at home."

"But with four people suddenly gone from the Fourth Group, a lot of their work has now been spread among our Third Group."

Zeng You began dredging up old scores, rattling on about this and that before finally changing tack and revealing the dagger at the end of the map. "But things are better now. Since you're back, you'll naturally have to help shoulder the burden handed down from above."

Chen Jue dug at his ear and gave him no face at all. "Old man Zeng, we all know each other. If you've got an assignment, just say it. Why beat around the bush? Not very manly of you..."

The Third Group members burst into laughter. Chen Jue had spent a month recuperating at home, yet his temper was still as fiery as ever.

In the past, He Yuanshan would certainly have rebuked Chen Jue and kept the peace with Zeng You.

But ever since the restaurant incident, Old He and Zeng You had been at each other's throats.

After all, who could remain all smiles toward an enemy who had nearly gotten his own nephew killed?

"Chen Jue! I am the Third Group's leader! Aren't you afraid I'll charge you with insubordination for showing me such disrespect?!"

Zeng You slapped the table until it rang with bangs. The malice hidden in his eyes could no longer be concealed, turning into tangible rage.

"What? You can spray shit from your mouth and turn the injury leave I earned by risking my life for Chief Wu into 'taking it easy.'"

"Why can't I call you some woman who only knows how to hide behind others and whine?"

Chen Jue lifted his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Pointing to the several knife wounds along his lean waist, as well as the scar deliberately left behind by the firearm wound in his chest, he said, "I may have joined the Guard Station just over a month ago, but I've suffered far more injuries for it than an old bastard with a white head like you!"

"I've been wounded for the Guard Station! I've bled for the Guard Station!"

"You gray-bearded old thief, squatting in your post and drawing your pay without doing a thing—other than wasting the Guard Station's salary, what have you ever done for it?"

"You think you're qualified to chirp at me? When I have time someday, I'll set up a fortune-telling stall and ask you properly... what the fuck are you supposed to be?"

Chen Jue's combat power was off the charts, leaving every member of the Third Group dumbfounded.

Especially when the young man bared his shirt and revealed the battle scars on his body like medals, they could not help feeling both admiration and shame.

Zeng You was already in his fifties and nearly ready to retire.

Yet at the very end, goaded on by Zhang Wei, he had let a pitiful competitive streak rise within him and smashed a lifetime of dignity to pieces.

Of course he was furious—so furious that smoke nearly poured from all seven apertures.

But what could he do against an unruly bastard like Chen Jue, who kept the Guard Station, the chief, and his own merits on his lips with every other word?

Actually charge him with insubordination?

What a joke.

Leaving aside whether his little schemes would be dragged into the sunlight and examined under a magnifying glass if this blew up.

Chen Jue had genuinely helped Chief Wu wipe out the entire Rat Gang in the restaurant battle. There was no way he could touch such a "man of merit."

And because Chen Jue had grasped this point precisely, he dared to be so arrogant today, venting all his pent-up displeasure.

After all, merit lost value the longer time passed.

While the secretary and the chief still remembered him, he naturally had to slap the faces of anyone he did not get along with as hard as he could.

"Young man! You're very good indeed!" Zeng You practically ground out the words through clenched teeth.

"No need for your concern. I'm not just doing very well now—I'll be doing even better in the future." Chen Jue's poisonous tongue truly could infuriate people to death without paying for their funeral.

Zeng You clutched his chest, nearly suffering a heart attack on the spot.

He spent a long while steadying his breathing before finally snorting angrily and issuing an order. "The Fourth Group is severely short-handed right now. The higher-ups want to transfer people from other groups to fill the gaps temporarily."

"Our Third Group has happened to be selected. You and Lin Shoucheng can choose one person to go to the Fourth Group!"

"Why?!" Lin Shoucheng was the first to object. Rising to his feet, he argued on solid grounds, "You know perfectly well that Xiao Jue has bad blood with the Fourth Group. What are you plotting?!"

Zeng You glared at Lin Shoucheng and barked, "Because of him, which one of us in the Third Group gets along with the Fourth Group? If neither of you goes, then who will? Old He?"

The old bastard had finally shown a little skill, throwing out one sentence that placed Chen Jue, He Yuanshan, and Lin Shoucheng all over the fire to roast.

At a time like this, if any of the three proposed a fair drawing of lots, they would be pushed to the opposite side of the entire group.

After all, everyone knew the Fourth Group was a pit of fire. Even if you did not die there, you would still be stripped of a layer of skin.

"Tch! I thought you were going to say something grand and profound... turns out this is all you've got?"

Chen Jue stopped Lin Shoucheng, who was about to take the assignment, and sneered with utter disdain. "I'll take the job. From now on, don't fucking call me Little Chen when you see me. I don't know you like that!"

"Oh, right. I cut keys on the side too. Need one? How many keys do you need?"

Chen Jue rubbed the old bastard's dignity into the floor.

"You!" Zeng You's chest heaved violently as he clutched his heart, his entire body trembling.

"Pff!" In the end, the old man could not hold it in. A surge of blood rose in reverse, sweetness filled his throat, and he spat a mouthful of dark-red blood straight onto the white tabletop. His body swayed, and he nearly collapsed.

"Gasp!~~" The inspectors seated around the conference table all sucked in sharp breaths at the sight.

Young people these days really had venomous mouths.

A dignified group leader had been unable to retort from start to finish and was cursed into coughing blood!

"Tch! With such a tiny stomach, you still want to act like a leader?"

"Sticking a scallion up a dog's nose—who are you trying to fool into thinking you're an elephant?!"

Chen Jue left with one hand on his sword hilt, not forgetting to continue landing heavy blows on Zeng You, who was on the verge of passing out.

He Yuanshan watched the entire show, then secretly shared footage from the law-enforcement recorder on his chest into the Six-Person Family Group.

You asked when their family of five had gained another member?

Naturally, that was Chen Jue's doing. The guy truly practiced what he preached—he had actually treated Pei Qingying as his own little sister and added her to the family group.

"Holy shit?! Why is my brother so aggressive?! He didn't actually piss that doddering old man to death, did he?"

He Tang was the first to reply in the group, every word brimming with admiration for her cousin.