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

After Chen Jue finished changing the files, he returned to the main office of Group Three.

At this time, Zeng You had not yet reported for duty. After the three group members greeted Chen Jue, they all tacitly avoided mentioning his injury.

He Yuanshan winked at him, while Uncle Lin scratched his head, wondering why the uncle and nephew were putting on this farce.

In his view, since Xiao Jue has extraordinary talent, he should show it as early as possible.

Only in this way can one gain the appreciation of superiors and have a smooth career path.

Although he didn't understand, since Lao He and Chen Jue had both asked him for help, and he had a life-or-death friendship with the two of them, he could only help cover it up and keep quiet.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zeng You arrived at the main office on time.

Still on that long white conference table, still a faint malice, still a clear "seniority-based" roll call.

"Xiao Chen, you and Lao Lin have had a relatively easy month. You received a reward from Director Wu and were able to rest at home in peace."

"But little did we know that with four fewer people in Group Four, a lot of the work has now been distributed to Group Three."

Zeng You began to dredge up old grievances, first rambling on about various things, before finally changing the subject and revealing his true intentions: "But now that you're back, you should naturally help shoulder the burdens imposed on you from above."

Chen Jue picked at his ear, showing no mercy, and said, "Old Zeng, we're all acquaintances. Just say what task you want to assign. Beating around the bush isn't manly at all..."

All three groups burst into laughter. Chen Jue had been recuperating at home for a month, but his temper was still as fiery as ever.

In the past, He Yuanshan would have definitely reprimanded Chen Jue and maintained a friendly relationship with Zeng You.

But ever since the incident at the restaurant, Lao He and Zeng You have completely broken off all contact.

After all, who would be so friendly with an enemy who almost killed their own nephew?

"Chen Jue! I'm the leader of Group Three! How dare you be so disrespectful to me! Aren't you afraid I'll sue you for 'insubordination'?!"

Zeng You slammed his fist on the table, the malice hidden in his eyes finally turning into real anger.

"What? You can spew filth and turn the sick leave I received for risking my life for Wu into what you call taking a break?"

"Why can't I call you a whiny, coquettish woman who only knows how to hide behind others?"

Chen Jue lifted his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

He pointed to the several knife wounds on his lean waist and the scar on his chest, deliberately left from a musket shot, and said, "Although I've only been with the garrison for a little over a month, the injuries I've sustained for it far outweigh those of a white-haired wretch like you!"

"I was wounded for the garrison! I shed blood for the garrison!"

"You old, bearded scoundrel who holds a position without doing any work, what have you done for the garrison besides wasting its salary?"

"You think you can mess with me? When I have time to set up a fortune-telling stall someday, I'll definitely give you a good talking to... who the hell do you think you are?"

Chen Jue's combat prowess was off the charts, leaving all the members of Group Three stunned.

Especially when young people open their shirts to reveal the battle scars on their bodies that resemble medals, one can't help but feel both admiration and shame.

Zeng You was in his fifties, and was already close to retirement.

In the end, however, due to Zhang Wei's instigation, he developed a pitiful competitive spirit, shattering all the dignity he had ever possessed.

He was furious, so furious he was practically fuming.

But what could he do against someone like Chen Jue, who constantly talked about the garrison, the garrison commander, and his achievements?

Should we really sue him for "insubordination"?

Stop being funny.

Not to mention that if this matter gets out, his little schemes will be exposed to the light of day and scrutinized under a magnifying glass.

In the restaurant battle alone, Chen Jue truly helped Wu Suo wipe out the entire Rat Gang, so there was no way he could touch this "meritorious subject".

It was precisely because he had grasped this point that Chen Jue was so arrogant today, venting all his dissatisfaction.

After all, the longer you have something to show for your efforts, the less valuable it becomes.

While the Party Secretary and the Director still have some impression of him, he will naturally slap the faces of anyone he doesn't get along with.

"Young man! You're doing great!" Zeng You said through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry about me. I'm not only doing very well now, but I'll be even better in the future." Chen Jue's sharp tongue was truly infuriating.

Zeng You clutched his chest, thankfully avoiding a heart attack on the spot.

He calmed himself down for a long time before finally letting out a snort and ordering, "Group Four is currently short-staffed. We need to temporarily transfer people from other groups to fill the gaps."

"Our group three just happened to be selected. You and Lin Shoucheng, one of you can go to group four!"

"Why should I?!" Lin Shoucheng was the first to disagree, standing up to argue, "You know perfectly well that Xiao Jue and Group Four have a grudge, what are you up to?!"

Zeng You glared at Lin Shoucheng and scolded, "Because of him, which of us in Group Three will go against Group Four? Even the two of you aren't going, so who will?! Old He?!"

The old man finally came up with some tricks, putting Chen, He, and Lin in a very difficult position with just one sentence.

At this point, any suggestion from the three individuals to draw lots fairly would be met with opposition from the group.

After all, everyone knows that Group Four is a hellhole; if you go there, you'll either die or be badly injured.

"Tch! I thought you could spout some lofty theories... but is that all you're capable of?"

Chen Jue stopped Lin Shoucheng, who was about to take the job, and said with a disdainful look, "I'll take this job. From now on, when you see me, don't you dare call me Little Chen again. I don't know you!"

"By the way, I also do key duplication part-time. Do you dub keys? How many do you need?"

Chen Jue pressed the old man's face against the floor and rubbed it.

"You!" Zeng You's chest heaved violently as he clutched his heart and trembled all over.

"Pfft!" The old man finally couldn't hold back any longer. A mouthful of blood rushed to his head, followed by a sweet taste in his throat. A mouthful of dark red blood sprayed directly onto the white table, and he swayed, almost collapsing.

"Hiss!~~" The inspectors on both sides of the conference table were shocked by this scene and gasped.

Young people these days have such sharp tongues!

The head of a group was unable to retaliate at all and was verbally abused to the point of vomiting blood!

"Tch! With such a narrow mind, they dare to try and be a leader?"

"Trying to look like an elephant by sticking a scallion in its nose?!"

Chen Jue left, supporting himself with his sword. Before leaving, he didn't forget to continue his brutal attack on Zeng You, who was almost unconscious.

He Yuanshan watched the whole thing unfold and secretly shared the footage recorded by his body camera with his family group chat, which consisted of six people.

You ask when a family of five had an extra person?

Of course, it was Chen Jue's doing. This guy is quite consistent in his words and deeds; he actually treated Pei Qingying like a younger sister and pulled her into the family group chat.

"What?! How can my brother be so aggressive?! Will that old geezer be driven to his death by him?"

He Tang was the first to respond in the group chat, and her words were full of admiration for her cousin.