Chapter 881

On the third floor of the Tavern, a guest room had been converted into Chen Wuji's temporary study, used for handling official business.

At that moment, candlelight flickered; Chen Wuji sat cross-legged behind the desk, scanning ten lines at a time of the documents sent from the prefecture, occasionally picking up his brush to write a few comments.

This was his daily routine after becoming the Regional Inspector Commander of Nan Jun.

While others were taking their noon break and sleeping, that was his fine moment to wrestle madly with these documents.

The documents sent from the various prefectures might involve many matters in a single letter; he couldn't be bothered to write a separate order, so he simply added his handling opinion after the matter.

Because of this habit, now whenever a matter is finished being stated in the documents sent from the various prefectures, a blank space is left in the middle so Chen Wuji can write his handling order.

Kong Fang knelt sitting opposite Chen Wuji, his buttocks constantly shifting as if inflamed hemorrhoids, his gaze vacant, his expression grim.

"If sitting is uncomfortable, just lie down; wait until I finish these documents and we can talk." Chen Wuji glanced at him and said casually.

Kong Fang pursed his lips and shifted the heel pressing beneath him.

He did want to, but did he dare?

That despicable trick could employ all sorts of lowly tactics; he didn't want to experience again the 'happiness' of being surrounded by dozens of women, and who knows what even more disgusting methods might appear.

This time it merely left his body completely drained, making it impossible for him to stay kneeling; who knows what vicious means he might produce next time.

Even though he had attained the post of Regional Inspector Commander, he was still so unscrupulous that he wouldn't dare gamble on the slightest possibility; risking his life would be secondary.

He feared a disgraceful death even more!

The study fell silent again, so quiet that the crackling of the oil lamp could be clearly heard.

One document after another was taken from Chen Wuji's hand and set down; the thick stack visibly shrank until it was completely moved to a wooden box beside him.

"Bring in a pot of tea." Chen Wuji suddenly spoke.

"Here."

Hua Yin's gentle voice sounded from outside the door.

The maid sent from the palace was truly impeccable in attending to people; no matter the time, she could always respond instantly and meet the demand at the fastest speed.

Even warming the bed.

Chen Wuji hasn't tried this yet, but Qin Zhanhong has experienced it.

A pot of steaming tea was quickly brought in; Chen Wuji ordered Hua Yin to pour a cup for Kong Fang, then took a light sip; after finishing the official business, this sip of tea was especially moistening, bringing a full sense of fulfillment.

"Do you have a deep grudge against the Yu family?" Chen Wuji asked.

Kong Fang raised his head abruptly, "Regional Inspector Commander, since you've already investigated this, why must you humiliate me?"

"If you can't speak, shut up; when have I humiliated you?" Chen Wuji glared.

"You're clearly doing a good deed, yet you act secretive and sneaky; even if I wronged you, it's your own fault, and you still dare to shout here? Do I look like someone who doesn't distinguish right from wrong?"

"This bastard, damn it, one sentence just set his liver ablaze."

Kong Fang felt somewhat indignant, "You don't even give us a chance to speak."

"Then go ahead and speak, acting all high and mighty like a big shot; if it weren't for seeing that your deeds aren't bad and you have some talent, you brat would already have been fed to the dogs by me." Chen Wuji scolded, "Do you look down on me?"

Kong Fang quickly shook his head, "I dare not!"

"I see you're quite daring." Chen Wuji gave a cold snort, "You came here with the purpose of seeking death; although I don't understand, it doesn't matter, but why did you drag in so many innocent people from the Xu and Lin families?"

"Or perhaps the Regional Inspector Commander didn't give me a chance to speak! If the Regional Inspector Commander were willing to listen to me in the daytime, the matter would already be clear; frankly, I had nothing to hide about those affairs." Kong Fang still felt somewhat indignant; the implication of his words was essentially that the problem lay with Chen Wuji and had nothing to do with him.

Chen Wuji burst out laughing in anger, "Damn, I haven't seen someone this bold in days."

"Arrogant because of talent, oblivious to life and death!"

This is an era of strict hierarchy, and Chen Wuji also needs these four words to consolidate his current position, but Kong Fang's attitude has always been to seek an equal standing with him.

With such an attitude, placed before any official with real authority, he would certainly not be given any chance to speak; there are plenty of talented people in the world, and it's impossible to let one person ruin the rules.

Such a person, placed in any group, is an absolute destabilizing factor.

He even dares to say he wasn't given a chance to speak.

"Opportunities," Chen Wuji has already given him several, yet he persists in correcting the attitude of Chen Wuji, this superior, even resorting to mockery, simply unwilling to directly state the facts.

"Tsk, damn it, he's also talent."

That this brat, with such a character, could actually produce the present situation is also rare.

Chen Wuji leaned back against the desk, said nothing more, and merely looked coldly at Kong Fang.

This was his last chance.

"Regional Inspector Commander, why must you look at me like this?" Kong Fang felt a bit guilty, muttering softly.

"Regional Inspector Commander, you are a person who understands great principles; I am only speaking a few truths, which shouldn't provoke you to murderous intent. The facts are exactly as such; I say I am framed, but you insist everything has already been investigated, so what more can I say? Now you say it's been cleared up, cleared up, yet you still humiliate me…"

"Regional Inspector Commander, you hold high rank and great power, yet you commit such vile acts; I, a petty person… cannot comprehend."

Chen Wuji's fists clenched.

This bastard, even if he had the talent of Zhuge Liang and the wit of Guo Jia, could absolutely not be used.

A natural-born contrarian!

Moreover, the point he insists on is strange; just how confident is he that he must obsess over a superior's attitude toward him—is his self-esteem perhaps overly exaggerated?

In such an era, it's unlikely he could have maintained his self-esteem so perfectly all his life.

"Someone, take this bastard away!" Chen Wuji shouted.

He had completely lost interest in communicating with Kong Fang; his blood pressure must be through the roof.

Two personal guards burst in at once, seized Kong Fang and dragged him out.

Kong Fang struggled hard twice, turned his head and shouted, "Chen Wuji, I thought you were a hero, but I never expected you to also be a narrow-minded petty person!"

Chen Wuji's face turned completely black.

Darker than the pitch-black night outside.

Chen Li stood at the doorway, quickly waved his hand, had people take Kong Fang down, then entered and closed the door, saying, "Family Head, this person might have some mental issues; don't let it bother you. There are plenty of talented people in the world; no need to get angry over this sort of trash."

"His mental state is fine, but he probably hasn't suffered any hardship, always unable to grasp his own status." Chen Wuji rubbed his brow and said, "I don't even need to get angry over him; let him clean the latrine, and after the march, let him pick up horse dung."

Here!