Once they learned that Zhong Zheng standing before them was an inspector, the two gate guards began to tremble.
Their lives flashed before their eyes, every bad thing they'd ever done surfacing in their minds. They nearly dropped to their knees, clutched Zhong Zheng's thighs, and confessed every last one of their misdeeds.
Before they could kneel, Zhong Zheng's left and right hands supported them. He himself smiled and said, "Don't be like that. Just treat me as an assistant. I'm here to see the factory director today, not you two."
The two had barely breathed a sigh of relief when the smile vanished from Zhong Zheng's face, replaced by a faint air of death and murderous severity.
Patting them on the shoulders, Zhong Zheng leaned close and whispered, "You're lucky you still know how to reflect on yourselves. Remember what you've done. If there's a next time, it won't be this simple."
The moment he let go, the two men, drenched in cold sweat, collapsed to the ground like mud and couldn't get back up no matter how hard they tried.
Behind the inspectors stood the righteous gods of the Thunder Department, wielding the authority of punishment and investigating unlawful acts.
Inspectors from Longevity Continent reported directly to the continental government. Some matters could be handled first and reported afterward. As long as they didn't go too far, it was just a matter of filing a report.
When nothing was happening, Zhong Zheng, born in Heaven Origin, was merely an assistant in the Ministry of Culture. But when something did happen, he was an inspector of Longevity Continent—a man built for sending people to prison.
Stepping around the two men on the ground, Zhong Zheng walked into the factory and sighed as he went. "What a wonderful place. It's