Your Temperament Is Showing, Chief!

Fourth-Grade Grandmasters commanded immense respect wherever they went.

Yet the chief of the Iron Garment Division had just called them whetstones. No one would take that well.

That included the Zhao Kingdom's Fourth-Grade Grandmasters.

"Holy shit, Fourth-Grade Grandmasters are going to be Boss Yang's whetstones? Our chief is a badass!"

Qin Mo kept his voice low, his face alight with excitement.

Many of the players present had changed classes to Constable, and they felt proud by association.

"Brother Yang must've gotten a ton out of the Intermediate Divine Guard Bureau Dungeon. His strength rose too fast, so he needed an excuse to advance to Fourth-Grade Grandmaster. He spent the last few days hiding in the Blood Essence Ore because he was looking for one."

Lin Caiyi and the others exchanged glances, relieved for Yang Ling.

They had no idea how much trouble he might have faced if he had failed to find a good explanation.

Now, as long as he got through today, Yang Ling could be entered into the official register and become a Fourth-Grade Grandmaster of the Zhao Kingdom.

Over at the Iron Garment Division, the heads of the various offices wore strange expressions.

That was especially true of those who had dealt with Yang Ling before.

Ji Kongliu, Xu Wenjun, Yun Buchuan, and Zhao Xun stood frozen, their thoughts in such disarray that they could not make sense of what had happened.

"Constable Yang reached Fourth Grade? And the chief personally asked Grandmasters from every faction to serve as his whetstones?"

Wei Xing, head of the Second Office of the Public Security Division, found it absurd. Yet it had happened right before her eyes.

She could only struggle to accept that the junior who had once confronted her had advanced to Fourth Grade!

"Dad, is this part