The Young Tyrant

At that moment, quite a few people still lingered at the foot of the mountain. When they saw Lin Qing arrive, they all cast envious looks his way.

At twenty years old, he had defeated a True Gang Realm opponent and been promoted to Constable Chief. Since the Soul-Calming Office was founded in Shichuan Prefectural City, no one else had ever achieved such a feat.

"Lin Qing, you're way too strong! Are you some kind of monster?"

Suddenly, Ma Ziye came bounding out of the crowd, her face alight with joy.

Li Ping, Wei Dong, and Lin Shurou followed behind her, looking equally delighted.

"Lin Qing, I never imagined you were this powerful. I underestimated you yet again. I thought you'd struggle to defeat a True Gang Realm martial artist, but now I see how shallow my knowledge was," Li Ping said with feeling.

"Brother Lin Qing, you were amazing! No, I should call you Lord Lin from now on." Lin Shurou clapped her hands repeatedly.

Lin Qing smiled. "With good fortune knocking at our door, we ought to celebrate. Dinner's on me tonight. Let's head to a restaurant in the Inner City and have a proper feast!"

"Great! It's been a while since I went to the Inner City. My mouth's gotten so bland a bird could fly right out of it." Wei Dong's eyes lit up.

Elsewhere.

In a room at the Soul-Calming Office headquarters, Ao Ziyi lay in bed. After swallowing a medicinal pill, the pain in his arm eased considerably.

"Ziyi, your performance today disappointed me greatly. A strong man must keep his composure. Even if you cannot hide every trace of joy and anger, you should not throw childish tantrums." Ao Xiong stood by the bed, his expression dark.

"Grandfather, I was wrong. I just