Night fell. The snow that had been falling all day finally stopped, and the weather grew even colder.
In the main bedroom in the rear courtyard of the Chen Family estate.
Chen Cheng sat at his desk, gazing at the Low Grade Muscle Strengthening Pill in his hand—only two-thirds of which remained—and shook his head slightly.
Today had been his most conscientious day of handling official duties. He'd had almost no time to slack off and focus on cultivating the Martial Dao.
First, he had been ambushed by Ren Fei, whom he'd killed in return. Then, he'd rushed the prisoner to the South City Prison for interrogation. After getting a confession, he'd moved to wipe out the Tiger and Leopard Gang. Following that, he had to deal with all sorts of cleanup matters. He'd been busy as a bee.
But for all the work, the rewards had been plentiful.
