Chapter 316: Only Beat Into Submission, Never Beat To Death

Hearing this question.

Zhang Han, who had been silently filling out forms at the side, pricked up his ears as well.

Fang Wen let out a cold laugh.

"Heh."

"News travels fast, doesn't it."

Then, he looked toward his younger cousin and said lightly:

"That's right."

"Yan Lie really is planning to do exactly that."

Hearing his older cousin's confirmation in person.

Zhao Peng's heart rose again.

Although he was a useless rich second-generation, he still understood the rules of the Green Association to some degree.

"Cousin…"

Zhao Peng looked at Fang Wen with worry.

"I heard that to become president of the Green Association, you generally have to fight every council member and high-ranking executive…"

"You…"

Hearing Zhao Peng's words.

Fang Wen shot him a look.

"Put that extra worry of yours to use on yourself!"

After scolding Zhao Peng.

Fang Wen's expression grew serious.

"I admit it."

"Lin Mo's talent is unprecedented and unrepeatable."

"In the future, he will absolutely be the stabilizing pillar of our Dragon Nation."

"But then…"

Fang Wen's tone shifted.

"Talent is talent, combat power is combat power — those are two different things."

"In the Green Association, we don't talk potential, we only talk fists!"

At this, a wave of aura emanated from Fang Wen's body.

"Lin Mo's talent, Lin Mo's achievements — I accept them."

"But wanting to be president? He's not qualified yet."

Fang Wen let out a heavy snort.

Listening to his older cousin's words.

Zhao Peng was stunned for a moment, then still said with some worry:

"But cousin…"

"I heard that even President Yan Lie lost to him…"

Hearing this sentence.

Fang Wen laughed coldly.

"Yan Lie?"

"That's just him being too proud to back down and suffering for it."

Fang Wen curled his lip in disdain.

"Couldn't bring himself to use a higher level to bully someone, so he took the initiative to suppress his own attributes, pressing them down to the same level as Lin Mo."

"That's just him being stupid."

"Whose level wasn't earned through hard work?"

"Level is part of strength."

"If Lin Mo really wants to be president, then use real, solid strength to beat us at our peak into submission."

Hearing his older cousin's words.

Zhao Peng's eyes lit up.

So that's how it is!

So that's what happened!

No wonder!

Just as he thought!

President Yan Lie was a formidable level-65 powerhouse—how could he possibly lose to a freshman who had just enrolled?

Turns out President Yan Lie was too proud to back down and went easy!

Suppressing his own attributes to fight?

Isn't that the same as crippling his own martial arts?

Zhao Peng began calculating frantically in his heart.

As long as his cousin doesn't go easy on him.

As long as his cousin doesn't hold back.

Fighting at full peak strength, how could Lin Mo possibly win?

Absolutely impossible!

Thinking of this.

Zhao Peng's back straightened once more.

"Cousin is right!"

"If it were a real fight with real weapons."

"He would absolutely not be your match, Cousin!"

Zhao Peng's eyes sparkled.

Today, in front of his goddess, he had suffered several humiliating setbacks in a row.

He desperately wanted to regain some face.

If Lin Mo got publicly beaten up by his cousin, wouldn't he be able to stand tall in front of Zhang Han again?

After all, that was his own cousin!

His cousin's strength counted as his own strength too!

"Um... Cousin."

Zhao Peng lowered his voice.

"When you hold the meeting to elect the president later."

"C-can I come and watch?"

"I want to see with my own eyes how Cousin you unleash your divine might!"

Fang Wen glanced at Zhao Peng.

Seeing the look on this good-for-nothing cousin's face, a cold sneer rose in his heart.

However.

He didn't really care.

This battle to establish authority was meant for everyone to see anyway.

"Do as you please."

Fang Wen waved his hand.

"Come if you want."

"You can broaden your horizons too."

"See what a true clash of the strong looks like."

"Don't be like a frog at the bottom of a well all day long, making a fool of yourself."

Having said that.

Fang Wen did not linger; he turned and walked out of the reception room.

Watching his cousin's broad and powerful back disappear outside the door.

Zhao Peng excitedly pumped his fist.

"Yes!"

He turned around and looked at Zhang Han.

"Zhang Han!"

"Did you hear that?"

Zhao Peng lifted his chin with an air of triumph.

"My cousin said it!"

"Lin Mo is completely unqualified to be president right now!"

"Before, others were just letting him win!"

Zhao Peng straightened his somewhat disheveled branded jacket.

"Let's go; we'll go watch the spectacle later too!"

Zhang Han frowned slightly.

Seeing Zhao Peng's disgusting, borrowed-tiger's-might look, she felt a wave of nausea.

A dog really can't change its habit of eating shit.

However.

Zhang Han did not refuse.

"Alright."

"Let's go take a look."

She had a certain intuition.

Lin Mo's cold face, that composure of not putting Zhao Peng in his eyes, of not putting anything in his eyes.

Could not be faked.

It was absolute confidence.

A person who could enter the battlefield of ten thousand nations alone and slaughter the top geniuses of seven nations until not a single piece of armor remained.

Could he be a paper tiger that only wins because others let him?

Youth Association Building.

A massive two-story structure.

Yan Lie led Lin Mo to the end of the corridor.

Pushing open a heavy door.

Lin Mo surveyed the surroundings.

This was an extremely spacious, one might even say enormous, room.

Or rather, it didn't look like a conference room at all.

The overall structure was circular.

All around, rows of seats rose in tiers.

In front of every seat was a desk.

On the desks sat microphones and several red-and-green voting buttons.

And right in the center of the circular seating—

—was a huge circular open space.

It looked both like a council chamber and like an arena.

"This is the highest council hall of the Youth Association."

Yan Lie walked ahead and began to explain.

"Whenever the Youth Association has any major decision to make, or an important personnel appointment—"

"—it all happens here."

Lin Mo's gaze fell on that enormous open space in the center.

"Council hall?"

Lin Mo chuckled and teased.

"Leaving such a huge patch of empty space right in the middle—"

"What for?"

"When meetings get boring, you all just throw down?"

Hearing Lin Mo's teasing—

Yan Lie burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha!"

"You're half right."

Yan Lie walked ahead and said lightly.

"The Youth Association, after all—"

"—is full of the top young prodigies from all over Dragon Nation."

"Everyone here is young."

"High spirits, short tempers, and nobody willing to back down to anyone."

"During meetings, disagreements are inevitable, and if you can't talk the other side around, nobody's willing to give ground."

"So what do you do?"

Yan Lie slapped the railing.

"Simple. Throw down."

Listening to Yan Lie's explanation—

a flicker of approval flashed through Lin Mo's eyes.

Pretty straightforward, actually.

I like it.

A rule like "if you can throw hands, don't waste your breath" is at least a lot better than all that backstabbing and scheming and endless bickering you get in some office.

"Let's go."

Yan Lie led Lin Mo all the way up to the highest point of the circular hall.

That was the main seat of this council chamber, and it symbolized the highest authority of the Youth Association.

"Have a seat, President Lin."

Yan Lie pulled the chair out for him.

Lin Mo looked at the main seat and chuckled.

"Already calling me that?"

Then, without standing on ceremony, he dropped right into it.

Immediately after—

Yan Lie said:

"I've had people take care of all your onboarding paperwork for you. All that's left now is for you to take office."

"Then I owe President Yan one."

Lin Mo thanked him casually.

Yan Lie laughed and said:

"No, no, don't call me President Yan anymore. From now on, I'm the one calling you President Lin."

"Don't sweat it, we're all brothers!"

Lin Mo clapped Yan Lie on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Yan Lie chuckled, then said in a serious, earnest tone:

"Lin Mo."

"I have a feeling fists are unavoidable."

"But you absolutely must not go for the kill, got it?"

"Those people may be a bit arrogant, but there's nothing wrong with them as individuals. We're all Dragon Nation people—don't kill anyone."

Watching Yan Lie's nervous, fidgety look—

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry."

"I know my limits."

"Just beat them into submission, not to death."