Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 272 I'll Kill Your Whole Family

"Hey, what are you looking at here for?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, sounding somewhat impatient.

Chen Mo turned around and glanced at the other person.

The man speaking was wearing a gray short-sleeved jacket typical of logistics personnel; he was lean and had a bluish tinge around his mouth.

He was holding an account book, so he looked like someone in charge.

Seeing that Chen Mo still didn't move, he frowned and said, "Those who came to report, hurry up and go inside. Don't stand here and get in the way!"

"I'm looking for Director Sun."

Chen Mo stepped aside to make way for the doorway and replied casually.

"Director Sun is busy right now, you can wait here."

He looked Chen Mo up and down, his gaze lingering on the horizontal sword for a few moments.

"Don't go in there, it's full of equipment, you can't afford to pay for it if you break it."

As he spoke, he tucked the ledger under his arm and walked away without looking back.

Chen Mo watched the other person's back disappear behind the wooden frame, too lazy to bother with it, and was just about to ask someone else.

"Chen Mo?"

A young man walked over from the other end of the aisle, carrying a heavy metal box in his arms, the veins in his arms taut.

The man was in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a light wisp of downy hair around his lips, as if he had just shaved a couple of days ago.

"Sun Wenchang?" Chen Mo recognized him.

"Oh, it really is you!"

He placed the tin box on the wooden shelf next to him, shook his aching arms, and said, "I thought it looked like you, but I didn't dare to recognize you. What are you doing in logistics?"

"Something came up."

Chen Mo gave a brief answer without going into details.

Sun Wenchang wiped the sweat from his forehead, with an expression that said, "I knew it all along." "You were exiled too, weren't you?"

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"Yes, it was burned." Chen Mo smiled and did not deny it.

"Hehe, I knew it."

"A lot of people have come to your area recently, and they're all troublemakers."

Sun Wenchang lowered his voice and gestured in the direction the manager had left, "Did you see that person?"

"That guy looks like he has quite a temper."

"Ma Teng, the new deputy director of the logistics department." He looked at him with a hint of disdain. "He used to work in the warehouse at the headquarters. I don't know how he caught Director Wang's eye."

"You have no idea how much this guy knows how to put on airs."

Sun Wenchang glanced into the corridor to make sure no one was coming before continuing, "On his first day in office, he changed all the rules in the logistics department, which caused a lot of trouble for us."

"And you exiled people are also in his hands."

After hearing this, Chen Mo's brows furrowed slightly. "You mean, I'm also under his jurisdiction?"

"Yes, Director Wang decided it himself." Sun Wenchang looked at him sympathetically. "Director Sun only manages the old staff in the logistics department. After you report for duty, you will be assigned to him."

"So now you see that bruise on his lip, right?"

"Hmm? Who did you get into a conflict with?"

"They were attacked by five teams."

As Sun Wenchang said this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up for a moment, but he quickly stopped himself.

"It happened a few days ago."

"The young man couldn't stand Ma Teng making things difficult for him every day, so he slapped him in the face in front of everyone in the room."

"Ma Teng's glasses flew off at that moment."

"What happens next?"

"Xiao Zhang was sent back to headquarters, and now he's even taken off his uniform from the Inspection Bureau."

He sighed, "But Ma Teng didn't fare any better; the wound on his lip hasn't healed yet."

"These past few days I've been acting strangely towards everyone, and I don't dare to bully people like I used to, for fear of getting beaten up again."

After listening, Chen Mo smiled slightly but didn't reply.

"By the way, are you here to report to Director Sun?" Sun Wenchang asked.

"Okay, let's report it first."

"Then hurry up and go there. Director Sun's office is at the very back. Turn right after you pass that row of iron frames."

Sun Wenchang pointed inside and added softly, "Ma Teng will definitely look for you after you report for duty, so be careful."

Thanks.

Chen Mo patted him on the shoulder, walked around the piles of wooden crates and iron frames, and went deeper into the house.

The door to the innermost room was half open, and a yellowed note was pasted on the door frame with the words "Logistics Director" written on it. The edges of the note were curled up.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.

"Come in."

An aged voice came from inside.

Chen Mo pushed open the door and went inside. The room was small, about ten square meters.

An old desk leans against the window, with stacks of documents and a chipped white porcelain teacup piled on it.

The window was slightly ajar, and rainwater dripped down the eaves.

An old man in his fifties sat behind the table, wearing a faded gray short-sleeved jacket with two buttons undone at the collar.

He sat with his reading glasses perched on his nose, looking down at a receipt.

"Who are you?"

He looked up, his gaze passing over his glasses.

"Chen Mo, Third Squad, Director Zhou asked me to come and report for duty."

"Oh, Chen Mo."

He took off his reading glasses, held them in his hand, and nodded. "Director Zhou told me to sit down."

Chen Mo sat down and leaned his sword against the table.

Sun Demao took a form out of the drawer and handed it to him. "Fill this out: your name, your team, and your reporting date. That's all."

Chen Mo took the form, pulled a pen from the pen holder on the table, filled it out in a few quick strokes, and handed it back.

Sun Demao took it, glanced at it, and then put it in the drawer. He picked up the white porcelain teacup and took a sip of water.

"The logistics department is divided into two parts. The senior staff in the logistics department are under my supervision, while those of you transferred from the front lines to help out are under the supervision of Deputy Director Ma."

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"You can go next door to him now, and he will arrange specific tasks for you."

"OK.

Sun Demao seemed surprised by his decisiveness and glanced at him again.

"Go ahead, it's right next door."

Chen Mo stood up, picked up his sword, went out the door, and turned right.

The door to the next room was closed, and there was no sticker on it, but the door frame was much newer than Sun Demao's, so it had obviously been replaced.

Light shone through the crack in the door; someone was inside.

He raised his hand and tapped twice.

no respond.

He knocked twice more.

A nonchalant voice came from inside, "Come in."

Pushing open the door, I found that this room was almost twice the size of Sun Demao's, with newly made tables and chairs, their paint gleaming.

A brass table lamp sits on the table, next to which sits a porcelain white teacup, steaming hot.

Ma Teng sat behind his desk, holding a pen, looking down at a document with extreme concentration.

He didn't look up until Chen Mo walked in and stood in front of the table.

One second...

Two seconds....

Three seconds...

Half a minute passed.

Ma Teng turned a page, remaining in the same position as if no one was in front of him.

Chen Mo finally understood.

This is to leave him hanging.

Showing off?

Some people can put on an act because they are highly skilled.

The fluctuations in this guy's qi and blood are probably only at the "full" level, no wonder he got beaten.

Chen Mo wasn't annoyed. He glanced around the room and saw a chair in the corner.

He walked over, leaned his sword against the chair leg, sat down with an air of authority, crossed his legs, and waited quietly.

Now it was Ma Teng's turn to break the charade.

"Who told you to sit down?"

He looked up, and as the sunlight fell on Chen Mo, his brows furrowed into a knot.

His expression was clearly displeased, and his domineering attitude was quite offensive.

Chen Mo didn't move, he just looked at him calmly.

"Bang."

Ma Teng's face darkened, and he slammed his right hand on the desk, almost shouting.

"Stand up!"

"This is the logistics department, not your third squad."

"I didn't even offer you a seat, and you just sat down? Don't you know any manners?"

Outside, several young people who were moving boxes looked at each other and slowed down their movements.

Sun Wenchang had just put the tin box on the shelf when he heard this noise, his arm stiffened, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the deputy director's office.

"It's starting again."

He muttered something under his breath, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.

A young man in a similar black uniform leaned over and asked, "Who went in? Is he new?"

"Chen Mo from the third team."

"The third team?"

The man raised an eyebrow. "Isn't the third team Director Zhou's men? Why were they assigned here too?"

"Who knows?"

Sun Wenchang sighed and turned his gaze away from the office. "I knew something was going to happen when he went in to report to Ma Teng."

"Ma Teng's temper has been like a powder keg these past few days, he's been biting anyone he sees."

"Can that guy really stand it?"

Sun Wenchang did not answer, but simply shook his head.

He didn't know either; the shouting in the office continued, and he couldn't hear it clearly through the door.

She was full of imposing manner, as if she wanted to unleash all the anger she had been venting on Chen Mo.

On the other side, two elderly people from the logistics department were counting supplies.

Hearing the noise, one of the older men put down his ledger and glanced toward the office.

"here we go again."

He spoke in a low voice, his tone suggesting he was used to it.

"Deputy Director Ma has been yelling at this person and scolding that person these past few days, doesn't he get tired?"

The younger man put his pen down on the table, rubbing his aching wrist. "He should have calmed down after being beaten up, so why is he getting even worse?"

"You don't understand."

The older man picked up the account book and continued flipping through it. "He's trying to establish his authority."

"I lost face after being beaten by Xiao Zhang, so now I'm trying to get back at the newcomer."

"The newer they are, the more you should suppress them. If you suppress them, no one will dare to make a move again."

"What if it can't be suppressed?"

The older man paused for a moment, then didn't reply.

Can't suppress it?

Then it's likely that the guy surnamed Ma won't have a good time in logistics anymore.

The two remained silent for a few moments, with only Ma Teng's faint voice and the sound of rain outside the window remaining in the room.

Suddenly, the sounds in the office stopped abruptly, without even an echo.

The people outside stopped what they were doing again and exchanged puzzled glances.

"Why is it so quiet?" someone asked in a low voice.

Sun Wenchang frowned, listened intently for a while, but heard nothing.

The office door was tightly shut, and no one knew what was happening inside.

Meanwhile, in Sun Demao's office next door.

When the old man heard the sound of the table being slammed, his teacup paused for a moment, then he resumed his normal motion, picked it up, and took a sip of water.

"here we go again."

He put down his teacup, took off his reading glasses, and gently wiped them with a soft cloth.

He knew what Ma Teng was doing next door.

I've seen a lot of these past few days.

Every new inspector who came in looked rather grim when they left that room.

Several hot-tempered individuals confronted Ma Teng directly, and in the end, there were only two possible outcomes.

You either have to back down and admit defeat, or you have to take action like Xiao Zhang did, and then you'll be sent back to headquarters.

"Hopefully, this kid can put up with it."

Sun Demao said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the misty rain outside the window, "Don't ruin your future with a slap in the face."

He stood there for a while before getting up to close the window.

The neighborhood was quiet for a while, which was unusual.

Given Ma Teng's temperament, an outburst of this magnitude would last at least three to five minutes, until the person who came in was so badly scolded that they couldn't lift their head. Why did it stop after just a few shouts this time?

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not get up to look.

It's none of his business, and it's not his place to interfere.

Inside the office, Chen Mo had a cold expression, his right hand forming a claw shape, and the dark golden light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Across from him, Ma Teng felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his neck, lifting him off the chair with his feet off the ground, dangling in mid-air.

His face had turned a deep purplish-red, and he was desperately grabbing at his neck with both hands.

The fingernails scratched white marks on the skin, but couldn't grasp anything.

At the same time, the dragon's might emanating from Chen Mo was released without reservation. The pressure of the Condensing Fiend Realm was like a mountain collapsing, and the majestic aura filled the entire office.

All the oppressive aura was compressed within this small room of a dozen square meters, without leaking out at all.

At this moment, Ma Teng felt as if he were being watched by an ancient ferocious beast.

That oppressive force not only crushed the physical body, but also ravaged the soul.

He felt as insignificant as an ant, while the young man in front of him, with his legs crossed, was the giant beast that was about to crush him.

"Let...let go..."

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Ma Teng's pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened wide.

A warm liquid trickled down his thigh, soaking his pants and dripping onto the ground.

He actually peed.

The pungent smell permeated the air.

Chen Mo waved his left hand, and the window facing the river opened by itself, letting in a damp, cold wind mixed with rain, which dispersed some of the stench of urine in the room.

But his right hand did not loosen its grip at all.

Ma Teng was suspended in mid-air, his legs weakly kicking a few times, the liquid still dripping from his trousers, forming a small puddle on the floor.

"I have a bad temper."

Chen Mo's voice was very soft, "I especially can't stand it when someone bangs on the table in front of me."

He tightened his right hand slightly, and Ma Teng's eyes bulged out even more, with purple veins appearing on his face.

"Do you think anyone outside will notice if I strangle you right now?"

Chen Mo tilted his head, looking at Ma Teng's distorted face with great interest.

The other person nodded frantically.

You guessed wrong.

A slight smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a chilling depth. "They won't find out."

"I can crush you in three breaths, then climb out the window and kill your whole family."

Ma Teng's eyes widened suddenly.

"Your father, your mother, your wife, your children..." Chen Mo said calmly, "Not a single one will be left."

"You...you dare...."

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"Do you think I dare?"

"No... I... I was wrong..."

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Chen Mo released his right hand.

Ma Teng fell to the ground with a thud, lying there like a rag doll, panting heavily.

"What's wrong?"

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