Chapter 92: I Took Money from the Dragon Order Class—I

My god… King Shark has really kicked a titanium alloy plate this time!

So satisfying! These bastards always bully people, never thought they’d get their comeuppance!

Didn’t expect to run into the national team here—those gloves were so cool…

Deserved it! Evil begets evil; now King Shark Guild is going to lose a layer of skin!

The surrounding onlookers were all flushed with excitement.

Their gazes toward the King Shark Guild members brimmed with malicious delight.

At that moment, the crowd farther away parted again.

A middle-aged man in a suit ran over, drenched in sweat.

He was the vice-chairman of the King Shark Guild.

He’d been sipping tea at the back, but upon hearing the commotion up front, he nearly lost his shoes.

“Misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!”

Before he even reached them, he slid straight into a kneeling bow, stopping right before Xu Wenchang.

Ignoring the searing pain in his knees, his face beamed with obsequious smiles:

“This… this senior officer! It’s entirely a misunderstanding!”

“These blind fools had no idea who they were provoking—they’ve offended you all, they deserve to die! Truly deserve to die!”

Saying this, he rose and turned to slap the bald giant hard across the face.

“Slap!”

He put all his strength into it—two of the bald giant’s teeth flew out.

“Apologize to the senior officer and all the students right now!”

The vice-chairman roared.

The bald giant clutched his swollen face, sobbing incoherently:

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Spare my life…”

Xu Wenchang watched it all coldly, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

He withdrew the suffocating aura; the Heaven-Shaking Dragon God Gauntlets dissolved into shimmering light.

“Take your people and leave.”

The vice-chairman felt as if granted divine pardon, bowing repeatedly:

“Yes yes yes! We’re leaving! Right away! We’ll never show our faces before you again!”

With that, he kicked the guild members, already terrified into paralysis, and fled the scene, crawling and stumbling.

The sight of them was a far cry from their usual arrogant, bullying local tyrant demeanor.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

“Well done! This is what they deserve!”

“So satisfying! I wonder if King Shark Guild will dare be this arrogant again!”

“Only the national team can do this—silent until they strike, then with thunderous force!”

“That single ‘leave’ just now made my scalp tingle—so Baqi !”

“Exactly! This kind of poison should’ve been eradicated long ago—today was truly heartening!”

Watching King Shark Guild’s members flee like rats, the onlookers burst into wave after wave of cheers; some even wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Han Mengqing pouted and slipped the badge back into her pocket.

“Teacher Xu, why let them go?”

“These bastards must’ve done plenty of bad things—they should’ve been arrested or beaten senseless!”

Xu Wenchang turned around, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

“Little Han, though we hold privileges, they exist to protect—not to mete out vigilante justice.”

“If I slaughtered them here today, no one would dare speak, but what would distinguish us from them?”

At this, Xu Wenchang’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone deepening:

“Besides, letting them go doesn’t mean letting them off.”

“After you finish the temple dungeon, I’ll report to the Dragon Guard Army and notify the relevant authorities.”

“They… won’t escape a single one.”

Han Mengqing nodded, half-understanding:

“Oh… then I’m relieved!”

Lin Mo stood aside, smiling.

He agreed with Xu Wenchang’s decision.

In this world, possessing power truly lets one do as one pleases.

With Xu Wenchang’s strength, crushing these King Shark Guild thugs would be easier than squashing an ant.

But they represented the Dragon Order Class—the face of the state apparatus.

If we’d slaughtered them here today, drenching the ground in blood, it might’ve felt satisfying for a moment—but the moment this spread, the nature of the act would change.

How would the public see it?

They’d think the Dragon Order Class were privileged executioners who could arbitrarily take lives, not protectors.

Once fear outweighed reverence, order would collapse.

Moreover, for these bullies who’d long abused their power, death would be too merciful.

Stripping them of everything, condemning them to spend their remaining days in prison—that’s the cruelest punishment.

Lin Mo turned and walked over to Ajie, still frozen in shock, and extended his hand.

“You okay? Can you stand?”

Ajie stared at the boy before him, utterly stunned.

He gazed blankly at Lin Mo.

He never imagined his small act of kindness, in this dire moment, had saved his life!

And it had even brought him face-to-face with these towering figures!

Since childhood, Ajie had idolized the Dragon Guard Army and dreamed of joining the Dragon Order Class.

In his mind, those who wore the golden dragon badges were national heroes, divine beings beyond reach.

Now, the god in his heart stood right before him, smiling and reaching out.

Ajie slowly extended his muddy hand.

Suddenly, a wave of intense shame surged through him.

“L-Lord, my hands are dirty—don’t dirty yours…”

Ajie’s voice trembled with emotion; he instinctively tried to pull his hand back.

But Lin Mo didn’t care—he grabbed Ajie’s wrist firmly and yanked him upright.

“Dirty hands can be washed; if your heart’s dirty, no washing cleans it.”

Lin Mo patted Ajie’s shoulder and smiled:

“To me, your hands are a million times cleaner than those people’s hearts.”

Ajie trembled.

He looked up, eyes instantly reddening.

“L-Lord…”

“Don’t call me ‘Lord,’ it sounds weird.”

Lin Mo waved his hand, his tone casual and gentle: “I’m Lin Mo, just an ordinary student.”

“O-Ordinary student?”

Ajie’s lips twitched.

If you’re an ordinary student, what are we?

At that moment, Han Mengyao walked over, sheathing her spear and saying calmly:

“I’m Han Mengyao.”

Chu Lingxuan, slightly shy, murmured: “I’m Chu Lingxuan.”

Han Mengqing lifted her chin proudly: “I’m Han Mengqing—remember it! We’re this year’s Dragon Order Class… uh, F4!”

“D-Dragon Order Class…”

Hearing those three words, Ajie’s head buzzed.

“I… I rented a car to Dragon Order Class students? And… and took your money?”

Ajie’s face twisted with regret and terror; he wanted to slap himself:

“I’m guilty!”

Seeing Ajie’s expression, Lin Mo couldn’t help laughing.

“Enough, don’t say that—your car was fine, just the brakes were a bit intense.”

“Pfft.”

Han Mengqing couldn’t hold back a laugh.

The next moment, she scanned the injuries on everyone.

Ajie and his friends were all bruised and swollen, some with dislocated arms—looking utterly pitiful.

“Oh my, you’ve all been turned into pig heads! So tragic!”

Han Mengqing swung her staff, “Watch as this young lady heals you to full HP in an instant!”

Upon hearing this, A Jie and the others panicked, waving their hands frantically:

“No no no! Don’t bother! These minor wounds are fine with just a pill—how could we waste your magic power?”

“Enough talk! This young lady heals whoever I want!”

Han Mengqing gave them no chance to refuse, jabbing her staff forward sharply.

Hum—!

A thick emerald-green column of light enveloped them all.

“Aaaahhhhh—!!!!”

“Holy shit—!!!!”

Heart-wrenching screams erupted instantly.

After just a few seconds, the light faded.

A Jie and the others were completely healed.

But they were drenched in sweat, their eyes vacant.

A Jie gasped for air, face pale with terror: “In that instant… I swear I saw my great-great-grandmother waving at me from across the river…”

Watching this scene,

Han Mengyao and Chu Lingxuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Lin Mo also had to suppress a smile.

This little Han’s skill was powerful, but no ordinary person could endure it.

At that moment, Xu Wenchang walked over.

“Enough. Since you’re all healed, let’s move—the coordinates are right ahead.”

“Got it! Let’s go!”

Han Mengqing shouted.

Lin Mo glanced at A Jie beside him and smiled:

“Your dungeon coordinates should be ahead too—want to go together?”

A Jie paused, then nodded firmly:

“Yes! Thanks, Senior Lin!”

He quickly fell in step, eyes resolute.

As if following behind this boy meant fearing nothing at all.