The proof of Emperor Wu began with daily rewards for diligence.

Chen Jue finished the formalities and went downstairs; it was almost 5 a.m.

The three large offices were bustling with activity.

Most people were sitting at the white conference table at the very back, chatting amongst themselves.

Chen Jue greeted his seniors one by one and then quietly sat down at the very end of the conference table.

"Damn it, the Rat Gang has really gone too far. Yesterday, when Old Zhao and his men were patrolling Wutong Street, they were ambushed and disarmed. One of them was hit dozens of times and is now in the intensive care unit on an IV drip..."

"Is this true? Old Zeng didn't report it?"

"How can we report this? We've been smuggled into a sack, we haven't even seen their faces clearly, there's no evidence, we've lost all face."

"This is a tricky matter. I heard that the warehouse of the Rat Gang that Director Wu led us to destroy last week contained experimental drugs worth over 100 million yuan from the Qi family."

"That branch of the Qi family who deals in miscellaneous goods has gone mad, demanding that the Rat Gang retrieve the potion within a month, or they'll all come back with their heads..."

"Oh dear, it seems that yesterday's attack on Old Zhao and his men was just a warning. If Director Wu doesn't make any moves in the coming weeks, things might not be peaceful on the streets..."

"Afraid of them? Just be careful and don't get tricked. If you encounter someone who doesn't know what's good for them, just kill them."

"..."

Chen Jue was listening intently, but the three groups of seniors started rambling on and on.

One moment, a fisherman surnamed Cai from Donglai City was mentioned. After two and a half years of fishing in the coastal air force, he finally mastered the supreme fishing technique, "One Fishing Opens the Heavenly Gate," and caught a giant Kun fish that was hundreds of feet long, which shocked Luyue.

Then it was said that the Medicine King Cult in Henan Province was causing trouble, with its millions of undead legions attacking cities and seizing vast territories.

The most absurd case involved the Gao family in the inner city, who mistakenly recruited a third-realm pig demon as their son-in-law. The wedding was quite chaotic, but it was eventually exposed by a chiliarch from the Jiangnan Wanhu Prefecture who was drinking, and he was killed on the spot.

Chen Juequan took it as a joke, relaxing his muscles and bones while pondering the five internal skills of the "Minor Five Elements Technique".

It is said that practice makes perfect. After he practices the five internal skills a few more times and gains enough perfect experience, some of the obstacles in his practice will naturally be resolved.

He then thought that since the clan was willing to pass on their internal skills to outsiders, there would definitely be discussions about it online.

He tried entering keywords, but the posts that popped up on his phone were shocking, all cursing the Linjiang clan.

Some say they were ruined by this skill, yet they couldn't even reach the threshold of the late stage of True Qi Realm.

Some say they have superior talent but have gone astray and are stuck in the mid-stage of the second realm of Spirit Seed for ten years without making any progress. Meanwhile, martial artists with the same talent as them have already crossed the third realm of Ascension and entered the fourth realm of Inner Realm. The two are now worlds apart.

……

Everyone is cursing the main family, saying that their inability to produce a son is retribution.

Chen Jue was annoyed by what he saw. These posts were all about emotional outbursts, without any rational discussion, and they were of no help to him.

But Chen Jue quickly let it go.

Judging from his own experience, if he were in his shoes, even if he had mastered the "Minor Five Elements Technique," he wouldn't share his experience online.

It's not just because martial artists are competitors, but also because the clan casts a wide net, surely with some ulterior motive.

If something stands out, like a tree that stands out in the forest, it will surely be felled by the wind.

Let the bullets fly a little longer.

"Time to roll call, put your phones away."

Team leader Zeng You walked in from outside the office.

He wore a fifth-level patrol uniform embroidered with a dragon head and a winged manta ray. Although he was old, his tall stature as a martial artist still made the uniform look imposing and dignified.

However, Chen Jue sensed a faint, almost imperceptible, sinister hostility emanating from this team leader.

It seems that Zhang Wei's provocations the day before yesterday have somewhat affected the mindset of this elderly man in his sixties.

"Apart from Lao He and the others who were on night duty yesterday, everyone else should have arrived, right?"

Zeng You took the seat of honor and, according to custom, began to check in for everyone.

When he called out Chen Jue's name, he paused slightly before saying, "Little Chen has been with the third group for almost half a month now, and hasn't patrolled the streets yet..."

"How about this, let your Uncle Lin take you to get familiar with the area around Wutong Street."

"There are many small workshops there, so you should focus on checking their business licenses and fire safety records."

Uncle Lin, whose real name is Lin Shoucheng, is a good friend of his maternal uncle He Yuanshan.

When Lin Shoucheng heard Zeng You ask him to take Chen Jue to Wutong Street, he was displeased and said, "Old Zhao and the others just had an accident on Wutong Street. It's not appropriate to take a little kid to a place like that right now, is it?"

"Everyone has to rotate shifts, so what's the difference between going early or late?"

"Does this mean Xiao Chen won't grow up?"

Zeng You used the old-fashioned tactic of labeling people to easily shut Lin Shoucheng up.

Chen Jue was also helpless. What the other party said made sense, and patrolling was his duty, so he could only do as they said.

After giving instructions to Lin Shoucheng, Zeng You began assigning tasks to everyone one by one. Only after everyone had received their tasks did he let them go about their business and return to his private office cubicle.

"Xiao Chen, don't do anything out of line lately. Once you're officially hired, you won't have to be so careful anymore."

"That's right, Old Man Zeng was also possessed by anger that day, and he kept thinking about finding someone to establish his authority and using this as an excuse to make trouble."

The three groups of elderly people came over to comfort Chen Jue, telling him to be more tolerant in all things.

Chen Jue thanked the seniors for their concern and followed Lin Shoucheng out the door.

Two patrol officers from the fourth group stood in the hallway, looking at Chen Jue as he came out with ill intent.

"Ignore them, let's go."

Lin Shoucheng gave Chen Jue a look and quickly led him downstairs.

However, the people in Group Four seemed determined to cause trouble for Chen Jue.

The two had just reached the second floor when a figure darted out with a "whoosh".

Lin Shoucheng reacted quickly, pulling Chen Jue aside.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jue suddenly exerted force with his arm, breaking free from his pull, causing the deliberately darting figure to crash directly into him.

Bang!

He remained as immovable as a wall, and the other person stumbled and almost fell flat on their face.

"Are you fucking blind?! Don't you watch where you're going?!"

The burly man instantly flew into a rage and reached out to attack Chen Jue.

Unlike last time, this time the burly man was bounced quite far after being hit, ending up behind Chen Jue.

This position is absolutely perfect; one can easily reach out and use a "wrist grab and elbow press" grappling technique on Chen Jue.

"Zhang Qi! Your fourth group, don't go too far! This is a garrison post, not a place for you to resort to underhanded tactics!"

Lin Shoucheng was shocked to see this and rushed towards Zhang Qi, trying to push him away.

His friend He Yuanshan asked him to look after Chen Jue, and he couldn't let anything happen to Chen Jue under his nose.

However, before Lin Shoucheng could rush to Zhang Qi's side, a patrolman suddenly appeared at the corner, his five fingers gripping his wrist like a pincer, preventing him from rushing to Chen Jue's aid immediately.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qi had already grabbed Chen Jue's wrist and shoulder with his claws, ready to give Chen Jue a hard blow.

However, as Zhang Qi exerted his strength, his arm suddenly pressed down.

Chen Jue remained motionless in place, completely unmoved.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qi was taken aback!

Is this guy really that strong?

With his own cultivation at the first level of True Qi and his mastery of the Minor Grappling Technique, he couldn't even move him?

Chen Jue's lips curled into a mocking smile, and Zhang Qi's face flushed instantly with intense shame.

He angrily pulled out his right hand that was pressing on Chen Jue's shoulder, gathered several strands of precious true energy into his palm blade, and slammed it hard into Chen Jue's bound elbow.

He wanted to see whether this kid would fall to the ground and wail in pain and beg for mercy after his arm was broken, or remain as arrogant as ever!

"Besides the small grappling technique, you have nothing else?! You four groups are truly useless."

Chen Jue smiled contemptuously, shrugged his shoulders, flicked his wrist, and suddenly exerted force forward.

Zhang Qi felt as if he had grasped a cable that was hurtling along with the car, and the violent force instantly pulled him forward, his body brushing past Chen Jue's shoulder.

But how could Chen Jue let him off so easily?

The instant Zhang Qi was thrown forward, he had already drawn his sword and slashed out with a backhand.

Snapped!

The scabbard whistled as it struck Zhang Qi hard in the waist, knocking him to the ground, where he cried and sneezed in pain.

After drawing his sword, Chen Jue took two steps back and stopped attacking.

Blood soon seeped from Zhang Qi's waist and back, staining a large area of ​​his black patrol uniform, on which the words "Peace for the People" were written in dark gold on the back, red.