This martial god is too extreme

At this time, the night was quiet.

Uncle Gong looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The figure who was high above and stepped on him was now kneeling on the ground, wailing, miserable, like a dead dog.

In the past, the boy who always smiled had a cold face and acted like a devil, but in Uncle Gong's eyes, the boy was still the hungry child.

However, the child would now block the door of the store and stop the bad customers.

Uncle Gong fainted directly after his anger was gone. Seeing this, Su Tu appeared beside Uncle Gong in an instant and touched his nose to make sure that he was fine.

Su Tu was relieved.

"Ahhhh!!"

"How dare you, how dare you treat me like this for a mud leg."

"You're dead, you're dead, no matter which family you are from, which martial arts school disciple you are, you have to pay the price!"

The man knelt on the ground and screamed crazily, and the severe pain in his limbs made him unbearable.

He was shouting like crazy.

But the boy in front of him didn't even look at him.

Su Tu turned around and looked at the small restaurant. The original store was only a ruin.

He didn't say anything, picked up Uncle Gong, and walked straight to the security car not far away.

The two security guards were now confused. Everything just happened too fast.

It only took a few minutes for the boy to appear and cripple the other party. They didn't even figure out the situation before they saw Su Tu holding Uncle Gong in front of the car door.

"Please help me take him to the hospital." Su Tu said softly.

The old security guard hurriedly opened the car door, Su Tu put Uncle Gong in the back seat of the car and turned to leave.

"What are you going to do."

The younger security guard couldn't help but look at Su Tu's back and speak.

Su Tu returned to the warrior, holding the other's head with one hand, and then strode away.

"I want to ask, what does privilege mean?"

"If the privilege of a warrior can make him wantonly set fire and kill people in Beihai, then can I also do it in front of the Martial Arts Department?"

"Kill him!"

The night deepened, the moonlight was hazy, and the boy grabbed the warrior's head and walked on the street like dragging a dead dog.

The warrior's wailing sounded in the streets and alleys

It was miserable and shrill. That night, many parents scared their children, saying that if they didn't obey, there would be a night cryer to find you in the middle of the night.

The Martial Arts Department was still bustling at this moment, and many staff members were still counting the names.

All matters related to martial arts, from warrior certificates to martial arts exams, are managed by this organization, so the Martial Arts Department has a lot of official business.

At this moment, at the top of the Martial Arts Department

Chen Yuan sat on the sofa with a cup of tea: "Don't worry, since the higher-ups think the martial arts luck is rising too slowly, let's add fuel to the fire."

"People nowadays have not realized what the privileges of a warrior represent."

"As long as they realize that when you become a warrior, all constraints and laws cannot control them, they will pursue ways to become warriors like mad beasts."

"And my junior brother has helped you open the lock now."

Chen Yuan took a sip of tea, and there was a bit of teasing in his careless voice.

It was as if he was lamenting how profound his words just now were.

Opposite him sat a slightly older man, who had a few spots of baldness on the top of his head, a big belly, and looked very "official".

"The rise of martial arts luck is not slow. In half a month, the luck has risen by at least 10%. I didn't expect that the higher-ups are still not satisfied."

"Ah, I have no choice but to beg you."

"Hahaha, Director Wang, don't be modest. You already have a solution."

"The more people are eager for martial arts and the higher their desire for martial arts, the more people practice martial arts, and the more martial arts luck the Zuxing will rise."

"The more local strongmen there are in Zuxing, the more luck will rise. But a group of natives still want to breed strongmen? What a dream!"

"So, why not let them pursue martial arts crazily under the stimulation of various privileges, and then rise? Isn't this what you told me at the beginning?"

Chen Yuan said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, you, don't call me Director Wang. The directors of the Martial Arts Department are Director Lin and Director Bai. It's just that they are so elusive that I have to worry about them more."

"When this matter ferments, our great hero Chen Yuan will appear on the stage."

Director Wang said, breathing heavily, and his big belly shook, as if he was pregnant for ten months.

During this period, the superiors were not satisfied with the speed of the rise of the luck of Zuxing, so they issued a notice requiring all places to improve the luck as soon as possible.

And the method chosen by Director Wang was to let people see the privileges of warriors, see the arrogance of warriors, or fear or desire, so that people can arouse their desire for martial arts in the shortest time.

Because of some coincidences, he found the person to open the lock.

And that man was Chen Yuan's junior brother.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Now the entire city of Zuxing is trying to improve the luck of martial arts. The documents for the training camp have not been approved yet. If Beihai is the first to meet the standards, the rewards from above will definitely be indispensable.

Getting promoted and getting rich is not a problem, and maybe they can even get the qualification to explore the ruins.

The two thought happily.

Suddenly, the door of the office was pushed open, and a panicked man ran in.

"Not good!!"

"Someone came to the Martial Arts Department with a warrior."

"Crazy! Dare to come to the Martial Arts Department to make trouble!" Director Wang glared, and the fat on his forehead piled up.

He got up in a hurry and followed the man out.

The Martial Arts Department had just been established, and it must not explode in his hands. He was still counting on the Martial Arts Department for promotion and wealth.

"Interesting, actually came to the Martial Arts Department to make trouble." Chen Yuan sat in the room without going downstairs, with an expression of watching a show on his face.

The relationship between them was not even a drinking buddy. It was normal to cooperate for the sake of interests and watch the other party's excitement.

Director Wang came to the second floor hall panting.

He looked down and saw a young man standing there with a dying warrior in his hand.

The warrior's limbs were limp, and his face was stained with blood and dirt, but Director Wang still recognized the identity of the warrior at first sight.

"You!! You!! You are so bold that you dare to commit a crime in front of the Martial Arts Department. Do you know who you caught?"

"A student of Tingfeng Martial Arts School, a disciple of Master Chang Xiao, you dare to do this, do you know how big a mess you have caused! Your family and your master will suffer a great disaster because of you!"

He knew this man very well. He was Chen Yuan's junior brother and the 'lock opener' they chose.

"Catch him for me, catch him for me!!" Director Wang roared.

In an instant, the warriors who had been watching coldly rushed out from all directions and headed straight for Su Tu, wanting to join forces to suppress Su Tu.

At this moment, Su Tu threw the man at his feet.

"It turns out that the warriors of the Martial Arts Department can also enforce the law."

"A student of Master Chang Xiao, a student of Tingfeng Martial Arts School, the title is quite long, mentioning someone, right? I should be able to mention it too."

Su Tu raised his head and looked at Director Wang, with a dark abyss in his eyes.

"My master Zhou Wuliang, my senior brother Li Hu, he has a teacher, and so do I." Su Tu's voice was not loud.

But it sounded like thunder in Wang Ju's ears.

There are eight garrison dojos in Beihai, eight garrisons, and the other seven people have made great contributions and exchanged their merits for the opportunity to come to Zuxing to accept disciples and get lucky and look for opportunities.

Only Zhou Wuliang came by air, and his disciple directly became the first captain of the Special Operations Department of the Public Security Bureau.

The Federation has secret orders for other garrisons, telling the Martial Arts Department how to treat these garrisons, but Zhou Wuliang only has one sentence.

"Everything is allowed!!"

This sentence is enough to show that Zhou Wuliang's status is above other garrisons!

Can his disciples afford to provoke him?

"Stop! Stop!"

He was sweating on his forehead and shouted anxiously. He was not careful for a moment, his feet slipped, and his fat body fell forward, and he fell straight from the second floor.

Thank you all for your support, my brothers. Because of the recommendation, the release time will be delayed for a few days, but the delay will not be in vain. The original 30,000-word burst will be changed to 40,000 words. Thank you all for your support again. Finally, I beg you not to idle away from the book these days, as it needs a wave of catch-up reading.