"Your Imperial Inspection Corps really does make a fine blade."
In Jing Hongchen's office, after watching Chen Ping's recording, Jing Hongchen's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He nearly kicked his legs out and passed out.
Then he mustered all his strength and kicked that idiot Wang Shaojie flying, sending him on an aerial acrobatics routine, before kicking the members of the Imperial Inspection Corps off the building one after another.
Only then did Jing Hongchen squeeze an extremely ugly smile onto his plump old face.
"Young friend Chen Ping, you're Mu En's final disciple. Allow me to presume a little and call you my younger brother. If you're willing, you can call me Brother Jing from now on."
"We can discuss whatever compensation you want, but could you first put away that Level Seven Fixed-Installation Shell under your backside? I have a fine golden-thread nanmu stool here."
At that moment, Chen Ping sat atop the Fixed-Installation Cannon Shell, looking at Jing Hongchen as though he were a fucking idiot.
Now you know to call me your younger brother?
What the fuck were you doing before?
When you arranged for your grandson to make trouble earlier, weren't you so unwilling to be on equal footing with me?
"No need. I just like sitting on Fixed-Installation Cannon Shells. I can't help it, Hall Master Jing. I'm scared! I'm really scared another privileged brat might come up and try to deal with me at any moment!"
Chen Ping clutched his chest, his face filled with anguish. "I only came down to deliver some rare metals to my classmate. It hadn't even been five minutes before someone wanted to make me learn my place."
"When I refused, your people came up and kicked me! Fine, whatever. But kicking me