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Chapter 208: Thundering Charm, Military-Grade Armament
When the Inspection Team’s armed unit arrived, Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and Yue Jincheng all froze mid-motion—raising their hands high, clearly showing no intention to continue fighting.
Around the three of them, blades of light darted back and forth like flickering lightning slicing through the air. The chilling aura radiating from those blades made Zhang Yu’s skin prickle with pain along his arms and face.
“Military-grade flying swords?” Zhang Yu thought to himself.
He knew these were not the civilian-grade flying swords he’d seen before. Only members of the Inspection Team were authorized to wield these military-grade weapons—capable of transforming sword qi into a radiant beam, flexible and stretchable, able to grow or shrink at will.
“If those blades fully activate,” Zhang Yu mused, “they’d cut us down like slicing through melons.”
At that moment, four figures in Inspection Team combat gear had already landed above them, hovering in a tight formation.
Zhang Yu glanced up and instantly felt waves of intense heat pressing down on him—like four blazing furnaces suspended directly overhead. His blood surged in response.
“Military-grade combat technique,” he realized. “Combined with military-grade flying swords—no matter how experienced a Peak Qi Refinement cultivator might be, even someone like Lei Jun or Wang Hai, after decades of cultivation… they’d be dead in an instant.”
And this was only a small detachment of the Inspection Department—the Eighth Divine Office under the Heavenly Court—stationed in the outskirts of Songyang City, Kunxu First Layer.
Zhang Yu sighed inwardly. “That’s why the Top Ten Sects strictly control access to military-grade techniques, spirit armors, and talismans. Only through such tight restrictions can so many high schoolers, college students, office workers, and even the wealthy be forced to abide by the rules set by the Top Ten Sects.”
“Power… is ultimately the foundation beneath all social order.”
On the other side, Yue Jincheng stood perfectly still, utterly motionless. After becoming a security officer for his company, his first training lesson had been clear: Never engage in physical conflict with any government or divine authority—especially not armed personnel.
Those military-grade forces were beyond anything a corporate employee could hope to resist. And if injured—or worse, killed—there would be no compensation, no sympathy from the company.
So Yue Jincheng remained utterly cautious, afraid even the slightest movement might be misinterpreted. He’d heard too many stories: a wave of the hand, a pocket gesture, and suddenly the armed unit assumed aggression—then a single flick of a sword, and the man was dead.
Then, one of the armed agents narrowed his eyes, and a silver beam shot out, scanning all three of them.
The man turned to Zhang Yu and asked, “You’re the one who used Thundering Charm?”
Zhang Yu immediately pointed at Yue Jincheng. “He stole my—”
The man raised a hand. “I’m not asking about the case right now. The investigation can wait. What I need is for you to pay the call fee first.”
“Huh?”
What? Pay before enforcement?
Even after a year in Kunxu, Zhang Yu was stunned.
The man—Gong Zhe—snorted coldly. “Huh? If you can’t even afford the fee, we’re leaving right now. You can call the patrolmen yourself and wait all day.”
Since a previous incident where a caller had insufficient funds and failed to pay the premium service fee for Thundering Charm, the Inspection Team had implemented a new rule: pay first, then act.
Yue Jincheng, hearing this, looked at Zhang Yu with quiet hope, silently praying: What if he really can’t pay?
In front of everyone, Zhang Yu pulled out his phone. “I’ll pay.”
Thundering Charm’s minimum call fee was 10,000 credits—something Zhang Yu had prepared for. He obediently opened the payment app and completed the transaction.
Seeing the 10,000 credits land in the account, Gong Zhe finally nodded, his expression softening. The look in his eyes now carried genuine warmth.
Zhang Yu couldn’t help but wonder—was it just his imagination, or did the four Inspection Team agents above him seem suddenly more alert, more energetic, more proudly upright?
Gong Zhe straightened his chest and addressed Zhang Yu with a formal tone. “Honored Thundering Charm Premium Client, this is Gong Zhe, member of Songyang City District 7 Inspection Team, reporting for duty.”
“Please describe the incident.”
At that moment, Gong Zhe and the other three agents stared at Zhang Yu with eager, almost hungry anticipation.
“Kidnapping? Murder? Business dispute? Even better—tax evasion?”
“How long has it been since we had a real case?”
“Make it worth at least tens of millions!”
It wasn’t that they were greedy—Gong Zhe and his team were starving for work. As military-grade enforcement personnel, their salaries had been steadily declining over the years.
Gong Zhe often sighed inwardly: "Damn, public safety’s getting better all the time. Everyone’s too damn sneaky now, avoiding open fights. How are we supposed to earn our keep? We clock out at eight every day—no overtime, no way to work extra. All we do now is logistics duties, writing reports, doing side gigs just to survive."
So now, Gong Zhe and his team looked at Zhang Yu, hoping for a big case.
Zhang Yu pointed at Yue Jincheng. “He tried to steal my phone. I caught him, and when I tried to stop him with my friend, he attacked us.”
Gong Zhe paused. Then, after a beat, asked again: “That’s it?”
Seriously? That’s all you call Thundering Charm for?
The momentary spark in their eyes instantly dimmed.
Gong Zhe gave a flat reply: “Pay the fee.”
Zhang Yu stared at the bill—8,000 credits. “Why 8,000? You just flew here. We didn’t even fight.”
Gong Zhe shot him a cool glance. “This is a Protected Zone. Do you think we don’t pay for entry? No ticket, no breathing fee, no cultivation cost?”
“And what about the time we’ll spend later—taking statements, gathering evidence, processing the case? That’s not work? Not labor?”
Zhang Yu sighed and paid the 5,000 credits, then turned to Bai Zhenzhen. “A Zhen, I’m out. Can you cover the remaining 3,000?”
The sight of Zhang Yu’s financial struggle made Gong Zhe and his team even more disappointed. Seriously? This guy’s broke—why not just call the regular patrolmen?
After receiving the payment, Gong Zhe said, “Alright. All three of you come with us.”
……
Moments later, Zhang Yu and the others arrived at a remote Inspection Bureau on the outskirts of Songyang City.
As the complainants, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were escorted into a private office within the Investigation Zone.
Gong Zhe said flatly, “Wait here. Someone will come to interview you later.”
Zhang Yu added, “By the way, the guy had an accomplice. He ran off before you arrived. You might be able to trace him through nearby surveillance footage or ticket records…”
Gong Zhe frowned and cut in. “Enough. We know how to handle cases. You don’t need to teach us.”
He wasn’t interested in a petty phone theft. He’d rather spend the time doing a side job and make a few extra credits.
After Gong Zhe left, Bai Zhenzhen glanced at the camera in the room but said nothing to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu, meanwhile, opened his phone and sent a message to the Four-Directional Spirit, Deng Bingding.
Unlike the version he’d told Gong Zhe—a simple case of theft—he added his own suspicions in the message.
What if this guy’s been tailing me? he wondered. Has he been photographing me training? Is he investigating my Foundation Establishment Exam preparations?
After all, he couldn’t possibly tell the Inspection Team about his real intentions.
Deng Bingding’s reply was simple: Three thumbs up.
Zhang Yu frowned. What does that mean? Is she helping—or not?
Fujie chuckled in their minds. “Based on my understanding of Zheng Shen, three thumbs up is actually high praise. The next level up is three flower offerings.”
“Those are Zheng Shen’s coded phrases. You’ll get used to them with time.”
Then Zhang Yu messaged Yun Ni, recounting the entire incident—being robbed, dragged to the bureau.
Yun Ni replied:
Which Inspection Bureau?
I’ll find someone on our side.
Oh, by the way—did you get checked for injuries?
What’s your target settlement amount?
Zhang Yu stared at the messages, realizing Yun Ni was treating this like a typical theft or brawl case—teaching him how to maximize compensation.
About ten minutes later, Gong Zhe returned to the office—this time with a faint smile.
“Honestly, if it weren’t for your Yun Captain reaching out, I wouldn’t have known you two were also part of the Inspection Team. Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“We’re close—last month, we even had dinner together.”
After Yun Ni had vouched for them, Gong Zhe’s expression softened. His gaze toward Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen now carried a hint of camaraderie.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You two are clearly victims.”
“I’ll have someone come take your statements. You’re free to go.”
“As for him… daring to attack a Spiritual Assistant in broad daylight? He’s going to pay everything.”
With that, Gong Zhe left again.
Zhang Yu was surprised by the shift in tone. So Yun Ni really does have clout here in Songyang City.
But Gong Zhe was gone for over half an hour—longer than expected.
Impatient, Zhang Yu tried to stand up and check on the situation—only to find the office door had locked from the outside.
At that moment, Bai Zhenzhen suddenly whispered, “Yu! Look!”
Zhang Yu followed her gaze through the office window.
There, flanked by several Inspection Team agents, Yue Jincheng was walking out of the Investigation Zone—confident, unbothered, almost swaggering.
Bai Zhenzhen gasped. “He’s… being released?”
Then, catching sight of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen watching from inside, Yue Jincheng turned and gave them a small, knowing smile—before walking away.
(End of Chapter)
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