Chapter 212 The Surname Wang

Delving into the best of fantasy novels,

As soon as Lei Wanjun approached, Chen Mo recalled the shadow puppets that had been scattered outside.

Those shadows lurking in the dark, ready to deliver the final blow, transformed into wisps of black smoke and silently slipped back into his shadow, unnoticed by anyone.

At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the figure entwined with lightning in mid-air, his pupils reflecting the instant the lightning spear tore through the rain curtain.

The five thunders rectify the law.

Extremely strong and masculine, with a majestic and powerful aura, all things bow down with a single strike.

Chen Mo's throat bobbed slightly, and a hint of undisguised longing flashed in his eyes.

That was true thunder magic, upright and righteous, with overwhelming divine might.

The moment the spear was thrown, the world changed color; such power was enough to make one's blood boil just by looking at it.

pity.

Chen Mo lowered his head and looked at his outstretched palm.

A faint wisp of purple true energy flowed between his fingers.

Even if he were to one day reach the threshold of lightning magic, the Yin energy of the Taiyin attribute would only unleash Yin lightning.

Extremely yin and cold, silent and still, perhaps even more unpredictable, but it will never possess the imposing and majestic aura of Lei Wanjun.

Chen Mo gently clenched his fist, and the wisp of true energy dissipated between his fingers.

He couldn't help but simulate it in his mind.

If that spear hadn't been aimed at Orochi, but at himself...

Substitute paper figure.

His first thought was of his most relied-upon trump card for survival.

However, it's estimated that it still won't be able to stop them; the difference in their levels is too great.

With his current late-stage Qi Refining Realm cultivation and physical strength, he can at most exchange a couple of blows with a master like Yue Changkong, who is a Qi and Blood Furnace.

Even if one were to survive Lei Wanjun's attack, the lightning would scorch one's skin and flesh, tearing one's internal organs, leaving one lying on the ground unable to move.

On the battlefield, it's no different from being dead.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and stretched his stiff shoulders.

Just hold on.

We still need to keep hiding.

"Fall back."

Shen Dajiang's voice came from ahead.

Chen Mo glanced back at a brightly lit window in the concession.

He had just noticed that someone inside was watching him, but he didn't know who it was.

He gave the middle finger in that direction.

He didn't know who was behind the window, nor did he care.

Whether he's an Onmyoji or a high-ranking official in Japan, since we've watched this show for so long, let's accept this greeting.

After holding it up for three seconds, Chen Mo finally brought it down and retreated with the rest of the group, shirtless.

"Chen Mo! Over here!"

Qian Mantang's voice came from the alley entrance.

He followed the sound and saw Qian Mantang and Zhao Shouxin squatting behind an overturned rickshaw. Both of them were covered in blood, but judging from their nimble movements, it was clear that it wasn't their own.

"Are you two missing any limbs?" Chen Mo walked over and looked them up and down.

"Absolutely not!"

Qian Mantang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "You didn't see it! Tonight, Zhao Shouxin and I teamed up and took down three ninjas, one slash each. It was incredibly satisfying!"

Zhao Shouxin didn't say anything, he just smiled憨厚ly.

"Call Liu Ruyan and the others, let's go back!"

The group, exhausted, rode in a truck through the rainy night toward the East District Inspection Bureau.

The carriage was packed with people.

Rainwater seeped in through the gaps in the canvas roof, dripping onto everyone, but no one paid any attention.

Many people were talking in hushed tones about tonight's battle.

Many more remained silent, gazing at the streets and alleys the train had disappeared behind, the places where many comrades lay to rest tonight.

Qian Mantang and Zhao Shouxin were squeezed at the very back of the carriage. Both of them were soaked in sweat, but they were in great spirits.

"Tell me, how much merit will the higher-ups award this time?" Qian Mantang lowered his voice, his excitement barely concealed.

Zhao Shouxin thought for a moment, then held up three fingers: "Three hundred?"

"Three hundred? You're too stingy!" Qian Mantang slapped his thigh. "We took down three ninjas tonight! Those were ninjas, not stray cats and dogs on the street. I reckon they deserve at least five hundred each!"

"Five hundred?" Zhao Shouxin chuckled憨厚ly. "That's too high."

"What's so great about that! You don't know, last month they caught a wanted criminal in the west of the city, just one person, and they gave him an eight hundred reward!"

"What we're doing tonight is a matter of great importance to the safety of Jinshi; five hundred is an understatement!"

Qian Mantang became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had already pocketed the five hundred merits.

Chen Mo sat at the outermost part of the carriage, leaning against the carriage wall, with one foot dangling outside. Rainwater pattered on his calf, feeling cool and refreshing.

As he listened to Qian Mantang and the others' discussion, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

There will probably be rewards, but there will definitely be a lot of hardship too.

Tonight's brawl appears to have the Bureau of Investigation in the right, as the Japanese Concession crossed the boundary and injured people, and they were enforcing the law.

But he had already seen through the tricks of the trade.

Reason is reason, and situation is situation.

The inspection bureau was indeed in the right, but the Japanese concession held the upper hand.

The coalition government has always been uneasy about the Zhenyi Division, feeling that it is an uncontrollable force.

This gave them a convenient excuse.

If they can fight the Japanese concession today, can they go against the coalition government tomorrow?

Chen Mo had a strong premonition that someone would have to take the blame for this.

.......

The next morning, the courtyard of the East District Inspection Bureau was packed with people.

Shen Dajiang stood at the front, his face calm and revealing nothing.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man in a gray Zhongshan suit, holding a document in his hand.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"From today onwards, I will no longer serve as the Director of the East District Inspection Bureau. At the same time, the positions of the Directors of the Inspection Bureaus in all districts of Tsu City will be directly appointed by the United Government, and will no longer be appointed by the Town Affairs Division."

Wow...

The courtyard immediately erupted in chaos.

The crowd was abuzz with discussion; some were angry, others were shocked.

"Quiet!" Shen Dajiang shouted, and the noise below gradually subsided.

"Now, let's hear from our new Director Wang!"

He took half a step back, giving his seat to the middle-aged man next to him.

The other party stepped onto the stage, first looked around at everyone, then bowed slightly, adopting a very humble posture.

"Gentlemen, my name is Wang Zhonghe, and I will be the director of the East District Inspection Bureau from now on."

"I know you might feel a little uncomfortable, after all, Director Shen has been with you for so long and we have a deep bond."

"But since I'm here, I sincerely want to do my job well. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me. If I can solve it, I will definitely do so."

Someone gave a soft snort, whether out of disdain or disbelief, it was hard to tell.

Wang Zhonghe was not annoyed and continued, "The decision regarding last night's operation has already been made by the higher-ups. Those who have made contributions will be rewarded, and those who have made mistakes will be punished."

"Your merit points will be distributed uniformly by the Zhenyi Division, not a single one will be missing."

"Please rest assured about this."

......

Chen Mo stood in the middle of the crowd, sighed silently, and looked past the crowd to the courtyard wall outside the window.

A clump of wild grass grew on the wall, swaying in the morning breeze, looking much more authentic than the official jargon inside the house.

Surname Wang?

A thought struck him, and he suddenly became alert.

Is that really such a coincidence?