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

"With a team leader like this—unable to distinguish right from wrong, disrespectful to elders, and utterly incompetent—the Wei family is doomed..."

Ms. He Yin dotes on her son so much that she will protect him even when he is in the wrong, let alone when he is in the right.

She spoke her mind directly, utterly criticizing Old Man Zeng.

"Haha, that's hilarious!"

"It has to be our Ah Jue. He has such a commanding presence. That old man Zeng couldn't utter a single word. He was stuck in a hat the whole time and could only swallow his anger..."

Chen Yun is a staunch "Chen Jue fan" (a derogatory term for someone who is obsessed with Chen Yun), believing that his nephew and niece are all good people, and anyone who causes him trouble must be a bad person.

"My hands are itching to punch that old man." Pei Qingying sent a "frozen hands" emoji.

…………

Chen Jue went upstairs, glanced at his phone which was vibrating wildly, and couldn't help but send a "death smile" emoji to the group chat.

So, another round of bombardment began in the group.

"How can you still laugh? You all know the old man is using underhanded tricks, yet you still fall for it?" Ms. He Yin was quite angry, berating her son for his impulsive and reckless behavior.

"Oh right, Ajue, wouldn't it be dangerous for you to go to Group Four? How about we ask your uncle to pull some strings and get you transferred to an administrative position?" Chen Yun suggested a solution.

"Don't worry, honey. You can tell it's not dangerous because I didn't say a word the whole time."

"If we have to categorize dangers, then there are four groups of dangers."

He Yuanshan quickly explained in the group chat to avoid being criticized in the end.

"Relax, if I don't go to Group Four, am I supposed to stay in Group Three and suffer like an old man?"

"Don't worry, in less than six months, I'll definitely be the leader of Group Four, yay!"

With boundless confidence, Chen Jue sent the last two messages in the group chat, then turned off his phone and strode towards his large office on the fourth floor.

"Bang!"

He gripped the hilt of his knife, didn't knock, but instead kicked the office door open inwards.

Splash!

The loud bang of the iron door slamming into the office startled all the inspectors from the fourth group who were on duty, causing them to stand up from the conference table.

Some even overreacted, instinctively drawing their standard-issue long swords from their waists, looking as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Hey everyone! Don't be nervous, I'm Chen Jue from Group Three. Old Man Zeng specifically sent me to support you..."

"Hey you guys over there, don't get too excited. Don't draw your swords in this important garrison area."

"I'm a good friend of your team leader, right, Team Leader Zhang?"

As Chen Jue spoke, he strode into the office through the main entrance, stepping over the mess on the floor.

The broken glass crunched under his feet, like the face of the fourth group being pressed and rubbed hard on the floor.

"You're fucking asking for it!"

With Zhang Wei as the group leader, there are very few people with good tempers in Group 4.

Zhang Hao was only a distant relative of Zhang Wei. After the death of the four Zhangs, he had long wanted to show his loyalty to Zhang Wei and say, "I want to take care of you in your old age."

Now that the opportunity has come, how could he not seize it?

He clenched his fists, about to rush out, when Zhang Lin grabbed his shoulder from behind and forced him back into his seat.

The power Chen Jue unleashed during the battle at the Wutong Street restaurant was terrifying.

Although rumors later circulated that he had damaged his foundation and that his future in martial arts was "hopeless".

However, "hopelessness in martial arts" does not mean that one's strength is completely wasted; these are two completely different concepts.

"Zeng Youneng transferred you to Group Four. It seems he's fallen out with your uncle."

Zhang Wei maintained his smiling but ruthless demeanor, completely ignoring the messy office, and pointed to the last seat at the conference table, saying, "You're late, so sit next to the intern."

Seeing Zhang Wei's composure, Chen Jue couldn't help but think more highly of him.

Then, under the surprised, angry, and hostile gazes of the four inspection teams, he calmly sat down at the very end of the conference table.

"As mentioned earlier, a large number of people have recently gone missing on Cuihu Street, requiring increased patrols..."

"Previously, our team was short-staffed and unable to carry out the task. Now that the third team has come to support us, we can fill that gap."

Zhang Wei stood in front of the projection screen and used a laser pointer to draw the patrol area of ​​"Cuihu Street".

It was a densely populated shantytown, a melting pot of all sorts of people, from the most educated to the most rudimentary, including wandering knights-errant.

"The patrol hours for this area are divided into three periods... 8 a.m. to 4 p.m., 4 p.m. to midnight, and midnight to 8 a.m."

"Nephew, you're new to Group Four. Don't say Uncle Zhang doesn't take care of you. You'll be patrolling from midnight to 8 a.m. This is the time when there are the fewest people and it's the easiest to manage."

"Captain Zhang, don't get the form of address wrong." Chen Jue leaned back with his sword, his posture arrogant. "We're not close enough to call each other uncle and nephew."

"Chen Jue, you bastard, don't push your luck!"

"Who do you think you are? The boss calls you 'nephew,' that's a sign of respect!"

Chen Jue's arrogance enraged the four patrol groups, who glared at him angrily and even wanted to take action.

Zhang Wei smiled and waved his hand, signaling his underlings not to get excited.

They've already reached Group Four. Once they figure out the details, they can do whatever they want with them. Why rush things?

If you make a move now, you'll at most beat someone half to death.

If the other party uses this as an excuse to refuse to send four groups of support, wouldn't that be letting him off easy?

Zhang Wei, harboring a sinister plan, methodically assigned tasks to the group and then adjourned the meeting.

Chen Jue only realized what had happened after everyone had left.

He looked at Zhang Wei, who was standing motionless in front of the projector, and asked coldly, "Captain Zhang! Something's not right, is it? Where are my teammates?"

"Do you expect me to go on duty on Cuihu Street alone?"

He thought it wasn't impossible, but making Zhang Wei happy wasn't his style.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei slapped his forehead in "annoyance," then exclaimed with a look of sudden realization, "Look at my memory! I actually forgot something so important..."

"However, all four teams are severely understaffed, and everyone has important duties to perform..."

"How about this? You happen to be the fastest growing newcomer this year. Why don't you work a little harder and mentor the newcomers as well?"

Zhang Wei pointed to the woman next to Chen Jue, who was wearing a black mask that covered most of her face.

"Wu Nanyuan is a newcomer who was just transferred here from the martial arts academy a couple of days ago. If we're talking about seniority, you should probably call her junior sister."

Chen Jue glanced at the young girl beside him.

Having just finished his second year of college, he was transferred to the health center for an internship, so he must be quite capable.

However, since they've already ended up studying at a martial arts college, how high can their skill level really be?

"We're just ordinary alumni, so what's the point of talking about a close friendship between senior and junior classmates?"

Chen Jue finally realized that he had fallen into a trap set by the old fox.

If he speaks up about his teammates, this burden will inevitably fall into his hands.

"Tsk! Captain Zhang is meticulous. I've learned a lot from him this time."

Chen Jue stood up, walked up to Zhang Wei, and extended his hand.

"What are you saying? If your third group can come to help, our fourth group will naturally take good care of you."

Zhang Wei thought to himself that the young man was overestimating himself, and with a forced smile, he extended his hand.

They clasped hands and each exerted force to test the waters.

"Snap!!"

Before Zhang Wei's cold smile could fade, a piercing, excruciating pain shot through his entire palm.

"what!"

Young people lack martial ethics.

Veins bulged on Zhang Wei's forehead, and he felt as if his hand bones had been crushed to dust by a steel coil.

But he didn't want to embarrass himself in the office, so even though his forehead was covered in cold sweat, he only let out a very faint groan.

"Team Leader Zhang, you have to learn to accept getting old and leave the future to the younger generation."

Chen Jue brushed past Zhang Wei, keeping his mocking remarks to a minimum, and did not make his "victory" known to everyone.

He's going to take over Group Four in the future, so he has to take advantage of this time to see through everyone's true colors.

"Wu Nanyuan, what are you standing there for? Waiting for Captain Zhang to treat you to dinner?"

Chen Jue waved to Wu Nanyuan, who was standing at the conference table in a daze.

"..." The girl stood up without saying a word and jogged to catch up with Chen Jue.