Zhang Yong was dead.
He had died in the plaza of the Confucian Grove.
From crawling his way to the Confucian Grove to his death, it had taken him a full eight hours before he was finally released.
Worse still, his Primordial Spirit had been collected into the Human Emperor Banner after his death. No one knew how long he would be tortured before he could return to the cycle of reincarnation.
The management office had wanted to intervene, but after discovering that the Jadeite Short Sword in the air could not be shattered by any method, they concluded that this was beyond their authority.
The local chief inspector immediately turned and fled after seeing that familiar green light. He switched off his phone and jumped into the sea, and he likely would not be back for several days.
Zhang Yong, sliced until only white bones remained, looked like some bizarre sculpture. Everyone passing by could witness his hideous state and spit on him in passing. Only after slicing Zhang Yong apart did Wang Shanzhang return to the publishing house in satisfaction. Pushing open the door, he eagerly asked, "Chen Yu, did the publication application pass?"
Chen Yu raised his head and waved the notice in his hand. "I was just about to look for you. It failed again."
Wang Shanzhang refused to believe it. He stepped forward and read the notice three times, then said in astonishment, "It really failed? Why did it fail again?"
"I have no idea."
Chen Yu walked to the window and looked at the new sculpture in the distant plaza. He said to Wang Shanzhang, "Did you kill the wrong person?"
"I'm not stupid. I know how to check an ID card."
"Not that kind of wrong person. The other kind."
"Oh, I get