He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang, his mind full of questions, followed Zhao Gang into a small conference room at the end of the corridor.

As soon as Yang Guang opened the door, he saw two people sitting in the conference room.

One was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a faded gray jacket and work boots.

Dark skin.

He looks like an older man who just came down from a construction site after carrying bricks.

He was holding a thermos and slurping up tea.

The other was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a well-tailored black trench coat, with his hair slicked back, arms crossed, leaning back in his chair.

His chin was raised so high that his nostrils almost reached the sky.

It emphasizes a cool, edgy, and domineering style.

Yang Guang glanced at the man in the trench coat, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

Does this guy have rhinitis?

Aren't you afraid of getting dust in your nose if your nostrils point so high?

What are you pretending to be, all high and mighty?

Zhao Gang stopped and turned to Yang Guang, saying, "Brother, these are the people who want to see you. You two talk, I'll keep watch outside."

Done.

Zhao Gang actually left, and even closed the conference room door behind him.

Yang Guang stood there, stunned.

Holy crap?

what's going on?

Zhao Gang is a dignified criminal police captain, a figure who commands respect when he walks down the street.

Now you've actually condescended to be a door god for these two people?

Who exactly are these two?

My face is wider than the Pacific Ocean.

However, Yang Guang's greatest strength is his carefree attitude, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

Without any hesitation, he walked straight to the conference table, pulled out a chair, and plopped down in it.

With his hands in his sweatpants pockets, he leaned back in his chair and propped his legs up on the edge of the conference table.

With a nonchalant air, he said, "Go ahead and say it."

"What brings you two, the model student, here to offer some advice?"

Ah Zeng put down his thermos and came over with a grin: "Oh, you must be Yang Guang?"

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young."

"Come, come, nice to meet you. I'm Zeng, from Chongqing."

As he spoke, Ah Zeng extended his hand warmly.

Yang Guang ignored his outstretched hand, only glancing at his work boots.

"Oh, hello uncle, which construction site in Yudu are you from?"

"Did the contractor owe you wages?"

"Go to the labor bureau if you want your wages. It's no use coming to me. I can barely afford noodles that cost 2.5 yuan."

Ah Zeng laughed heartily, not feeling embarrassed at all, and naturally withdrew his hand: "Young man, you're really funny."

"I've looked at your file."

Ah Zeng picked up a brown paper bag from the table, and while opening it, he muttered, "Yang Guang, male, eighteen years old, grew up with his grandfather since childhood."

"He inherited the mantle at the age of sixteen and became the contemporary Celestial Master."

"I served two years of compulsory military service in the same year, and I am currently a senior in high school in Fengdu."

"His usual performance..."

"I often ate free soup at the school cafeteria and collected mineral water bottles everywhere."

"At night, they run a shop called 'Rebirth Service Center,' which is shrouded in mystery."

"Young man, you have quite an impressive resume."

Ah Zeng was like a chatterbox, chuckling as he talked on and on, as if he were having a casual conversation.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes at the sound of it.

nonsense!

Do you think I wouldn't know what's written in this file?

Do I really need you to make me repeat a grade here?

Just thinking about that fat bastard Chu Sheng and that stupid dog Er Lengzi, now with the huge sum of 20,000 yuan that I've worked so hard to save, eating and drinking to my heart's content at some roadside stall.

They might even have ordered a dozen or so skewers of grilled kidneys.

Yang Guang's stomach growled even louder, his stomach acid churning wildly.

"Uncle."

Yang Guang impatiently interrupted A Zeng: "You summoned me in the middle of the night, and even had Captain Zhao guard the door for you, just to read me my glorious history?"

"If you're really that free, there's a park to your right when you go out. The old men there need someone to read the newspaper to."

"If this is all we're going to talk about, then you're just wasting my time."

"I accumulate millions of merits per minute; can you afford to compensate me if I delay your work?"

These words were spoken.

Bai Sheng, the young man who had been silent the whole time and had his nose in the air, sneered.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Kid!"

"How dare you speak to Brother Zeng like that?"

"Don't think you're something special just because you made a little name for yourself in Fengdu!"

Bai Sheng looked down at Yang Guang, his eyes full of disdain: "These days, charlatans have little skill, but quite a temper!"

Yang Guang slowly lowered his legs off the table.

He tilted his head, sizing up the show-off: "Oh, so there's one that can breathe?"

"I thought it was a plastic mannequin that had escaped from a clothing store."

Yang Guang picked at his ear and blew the dust off his fingers toward Bai Sheng.

Who are you?

"You came all the way to Fengdu to yell at me? Didn't your parents teach you manners?"

Bai Shengqi laughed: "Who am I?"

Listen carefully!

Bai Sheng straightened his trench coat collar and proudly raised his chin: "My name is Bai Sheng."

"Senior Detective of the 749 Bureau's Chongqing Office."

"The 37th generation single heir of the Bai family in Qimen Dunjia!"

"You'd better straighten out and cooperate with our questioning, otherwise I have the right to detain you as a dangerous individual!"

749th inning?

Yang Guang was stunned for a moment.

I have mentioned it a few times before.

It is said to be a secret department specially established by the state to deal with all kinds of supernatural and paranormal phenomena.

It gathers together masters from various schools and sects of esoteric arts.

It can be said to be an orthodox sect with official backing.

But what does this have to do with me?

"Oh, 749th inning."

Yang Guang picked his nose and flicked it under the table: "Never heard of it."

"The Bai family?"

"The one that sells 'white plus black'?"

"I like to drink 999 Cold Remedy when I have a cold, but I'm sorry, I don't support your business."

Bai Sheng's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"You son of a bitch!"

Veins bulged on his forehead as he pointed at Yang Guang and cursed, "How dare you insult the Bai family!"

"An insult to the 749th Infantry!"

Seeing this, Ah Zeng quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Hey, hey, Xiao Sheng, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Ah Zeng chuckled and grabbed Bai Sheng's arm: "We're here to talk business, not to argue."

"Is it serious business?"

"Him?"

Bai Sheng looked at Yang Guang with disgust: "Brother Zeng, look at his sleazy appearance, he doesn't look like a Taoist at all!"

"At most, he's just a pretentious hoodlum!"

"The headquarters sent us information that if we encountered any difficulties, we should contact the person in charge of the Fengdu Rebirth Service Center."

"I originally thought he was some venerable, wise old master, but it turns out he's just a little kid who hasn't even grown his first hair!"

Bai Sheng snorted coldly, "I think we should go back and investigate ourselves. We'd be better off relying on the police dogs!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang was both angry and amused.

He braced himself on the table with both hands and stood up abruptly.

He leaned forward, staring intently at Bai Sheng: "You little punk, try saying that again!"