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Chapter 569 Zong Baoguo: Who Do You Look Down On? [2 Updates]

Zong Baoguo then stopped and watched to see how the evil general would be dealt with.

The evil general entered and glared fiercely at Ren Yuan:

"His Majesty has explicitly forbidden private duels during the assembly!"

"You scoundrel not only violated the rules, but you also dared to lay a hand on an old man!"

"Don't you know that respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue of our Qi state?"

He grabbed Ren Yuan by the collar: "Come with me to the Bureau of City Management!"

Ren Yuan hurriedly put on a smile, nodding and bowing:
"General, I'm from Taiyuan Prefecture. Ignorance is no excuse..."

Respecting the elderly and caring for the young—is there such a rule?

Zong Baoguo's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the evil general actually take Ren Yuan away.

Ren Yuan, in a state of desperation, sought any treatment he could find, and then hastily begged Zong Baoguo for help:

"Old man, please say a word for this young man!"

"That's fine!"

Seeing how pitiful the large man was, bowing and scraping, Zong Baoguo's heart softened, and he spoke a word of justice to the evil general:

"This scoundrel even tried to steal my mount!"

Ren Yuan: Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ

"Is there such a thing?"

The evil general slapped Ren Yuan on the back of the head and said to Zong Baoguo with a gentle smile:
"Sir, this matter is of great importance. Please come to the Bureau of City Management to assist in the investigation."

Zong Baoguo was curious to see what kind of government office the Guanchengsi was, so he went there with the Evil Ghost General and Ren Yuan.

The heroes who had originally gathered to watch the literary contest even stopped eating and called on their friends and gangs to follow along and watch the excitement.

Since the matter was true and there were witnesses and physical evidence, the official in charge of the administration first rewarded Ren Yuan with fifty strokes of the cane!

After administering the beating, Lord Guan also disqualified Ren Yuan from participating in the World's Greatest Hero Tournament!
Ren Yuan, his lower body covered in blood, was carried away by his apprentice while crying and screaming. The onlookers cheered loudly and applauded!

Zong Baoguo couldn't help but marvel. At this moment, the Prefect of Guancheng walked up to Zong Baoguo and cupped his hands in greeting:
"Old man, if anything like this happens again, just report it to the authorities!"

"No matter which government office in the State of Qi is in charge, they will certainly handle this matter impartially!"

After saying this, Lord Guancheng turned to leave, but was stopped by Zong Baoguo:
"Wait a moment, sir. Do you perhaps recognize me?"

The man in charge of the administration shook his head: "I don't recognize him. Is there anything else, sir?"

Zong Baoguo shook his head, and Guan Cheng bowed slightly before turning and leaving.

At this moment, someone nearby chimed in, "Lord Guan is the King of Qi's own brother, and he is incorruptible and impartial. How could he possibly recognize you?"

"The King of Qi's own brother..."

Zong Baoguo glanced at the back of the official in charge of the city. No wonder this civil official was tall and burly, exuding a murderous aura!
If the brothers are all such heroes, what kind of hero must the elder brother be?

The dark-faced man leaned closer and whispered, "Father, it seems that King Qi is truly a rare and wise ruler!"

"shut up!"

Zong Baoguo glared at him: Who are you mocking? Who are you implying? Who are you alluding to?
The dark-faced man immediately shut up and dared not say another word.

Zong Baoguo snorted: "Let's go, let's register first."

The registration office was set up at the small training ground. When Zong Baoguo went there, he found that there was a long queue there as well.

The dark-faced man advised Zong Baoguo, "Father, there are too many people."

"Why don't we go to the inn to rest first, and then come back another day..."

"It doesn't matter."

Zong Baoguo waved his hand: "The more people, the better. Let's line up."

The dark-faced man had no choice but to stand with the old man at the end of the long line.

Zong Baoguo made a point of observing whether anyone was cutting in line, and sure enough, someone was, but they were immediately pulled out by the Qi army.

If the person who cut in line honestly admits their mistake, they will be taken to the end of the line and rejoin the queue.

Those who didn't honestly admit their mistakes would have their names recorded, be expelled from the training ground, and disqualified from the World's Greatest Hero Tournament. Zong Baoguo couldn't help but marvel again; this was unprecedented in the entire Song Dynasty.

The dark-skinned man muttered under his breath, "To disqualify someone from cutting in line? That's too strict!"

"You know shit!"

Zong Baoguo glared at his son: "If the registration process is this strict, do you think the King of Qi's military discipline is any better?"

Dark-faced man: "..."

Finally, Zong Baoguo reached the front of the line and saw the registrar and the assessment required for registration.

The registrar was a pretty boy, with a handsome face, red lips, white teeth, and a neatly trimmed mustache.

Her neckline revealed snow-white flesh, with large patches of floral embroidery faintly visible, which was quite beautiful.

Zong Baoguo saw that after giving his name, everyone in the queue ahead of him was assigned by the registration officer to carry the stone ox.

A stone ox was lying on the ground nearby. Zong Baoguo estimated that the stone ox weighed at least 200 jin (100 kg).

The registrar writes down the name of the child who is picked up.

Those that can't be picked up don't need their names remembered.

This single hurdle alone weeded out many undeserving and incompetent individuals.

When it was Zong Baoguo's turn, a young general in white armor, white robes, and a silver spear suddenly galloped towards him.

"Quack! Quack!"

He bypassed the long queue and reached the registration desk, where the young man leaped off his horse and rushed ahead of Zong Baoguo.

"Brother Yi, please help me register!"

Even the registrar, Xiao Yi, with his pale face, turned black:

Didn't your master teach you about the concept of first come, first served?

"The King has decreed that even the Heavenly King himself must queue up!"

"Ah this..."

The young general blushed deeply, handed his horse to the Qi soldier beside him, and actually went to the back of the line.

Zong Baoguo glanced back at the young man, only to hear Xiao Yi ask in a friendly tone:
"Sir, are you here with your son to register?"

Zong Baoguo nodded: "We've come to register."

As she spoke, she pushed the dark-faced man forward, and the dark-faced man went to hug the stone ox.

"Hi!"

The dark-faced man grabbed the stone ox with both hands, gave a low shout, and exerted his strength, easily lifting the stone ox off the ground.

The dark-faced man carried the stone ox for a couple of steps, then jumped twice before finally dropping it on the ground.

He remained expressionless, with no sweat on his forehead, though his breathing was slightly erratic.

Little Yi then picked up his pen, filled it with ink, and asked him:
"What is your name, sir? Where are you from? How old are you?"

The dark-faced man said, "My name is Zong Fang, from Wuzhou, and I am thirty-two years old this year."

Little Yi made a mental note of it, but then he saw Zong Baoguo walk up to the stone ox and reach out to hug it, so he quickly stopped him:
"Watch out, old man!"

"This stone ox weighs over two hundred pounds, don't strain your back, old man!"

Zong Baoguo straightened up and glanced at him:
Who do you look down on?

Originally, Zong Baoguo wanted to hide his skills and picked up the stone ox with both hands, but after he said that, he simply used only one hand.

One hand grabbed the stone ox's horn, and the old man gritted his teeth, glared, and lifted the stone ox up!
"hiss--"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp:
Good heavens! This old man, wow, this old man...

Zong Baoguo lifted the stone ox above his head with one hand and strolled around it with effortless ease.

Back at the starting point, Zong Baoguo gently placed the stone ox on the ground. Without blushing, his heart pounding, or his breath catching in his throat, he told Xiao Yi in a booming voice:
"I am Zong Baoguo, a native of Wuzhou, and I am sixty-one years old this year!"

(End of this chapter)