Gu Jianlin was born with an indifferent personality, not fond of talking.

Moreover, his worldview was fundamentally different from normal people. He believed the ideological gap between individuals was as vast as heaven and earth, and the disagreements between people couldn't truly be resolved through communication.

Issues that could be resolved by communication inherently weren't real issues.

He said he'd repeat himself no more than three times, and that was final.

He just rolled up his sleeves.

"Eh?"

Ji Xiaoyu was originally sulking, but suddenly saw this Demon standing in front of her. Her childish and barren little brain churned for a moment before realizing—this time the one who needed to apologize wasn't her.

She lost her parents at a young age, and the elders around her were always occupied in the Extraordinary World, never bothering with her emotional needs. Everyone treated her like a little brat. A child's feelings were considered inconsequential.

Sometimes, she indeed made mistakes.

She got reprimanded.

But more often, she felt what she'd done was correct.

Yet in the end, she still got reprimanded.

So eventually, she gave up entirely.

One thing those people always overlooked.

They were once children too.

They too experienced joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

But as they grew up, their perspectives shifted irrevocably, and they forgot about it all.

Over the years, the Little Princess had heard plenty of the outside world's judgments about her. But she had long ceased to care. Whether she was obedient or unruly, those so-called adults wouldn't change at all. So why not just be free and be herself? Occasionally, disgust those annoying adults—it gave her a sense of satisfaction.

It was her way of rebelling and expressing discontent.

The more she fought back, the more isolated she became.

No one had ever stood by her side and told her: You're right.

Even the President.

For the first time in 12 years, she was so surprised she couldn't speak.

"Sister Xiao Yu?"

Wanwan noticed the stunned expression on her little face, unsure if it was joy or astonishment.

"Gu Jianlin! What do you think you're doing?"

Nie, the Deacon, having experienced earlier incidents, knew this was a lunatic who couldn't be reasoned with. His face changed dramatically. "This is the base of Black Cloud City! You dare to lay hands on a superior? You've got to be insane!"

On the other hand, Wang Taisheng's mind started to churn. His son had been beaten into the hospital, prompting him to issue a warrant for the perpetrator's arrest. However, despite days of relentless effort, there had been no progress, leaving him both furious and fuming.

And then yesterday, he suddenly learned something.

This young man in front of him was intricately connected to the perpetrator!

Yesterday, he had returned to reality, planning to leverage connections to interrogate the culprit's whereabouts. But unexpectedly, this boy had been taken away by someone directly. Enraged, he had immediately reported the matter, requesting upper-level punishment.

Yet he hadn't anticipated that Director Chen would blatantly turn a blind eye.

Now, things seemed to be looking up. If he could provoke this young man into publicly assaulting a superior, there'd be no way to dodge accountability!

"Are you Ji Xiaoyu's guardian? If not, then this is none of your business."

Director Li's gaze gradually turned cold.

Of the people present, he was the only one unaware of what had transpired. As the President's confidant, he commanded respect wherever he went. Even though his Rank had just reached Superdimensional Level, he was not someone a mere young man could affront.

"Wanwan, come here."

Gu Jianlin suddenly said.

Wanwan now held the belief that any place where her big brother was would be a safe place.

So she wasn't afraid and obediently scooted over to his side.

Gu Jianlin crouched down, lifting her bangs to take a look. On her forehead was a small bruise. Her little arms hidden in her sleeves also bore several bruises, and there were countless more on her calves.

This little girl had been bullied for at least half a month.

"It's those scumbags who did this! They just love picking on the Unclean!"

Ji Xiaoyu huffed angrily, "Hanging them from the streetlamps would've been letting them off easy!"

Gu Jianlin grunted softly, noting the location of all her injuries, then turned around.

"Today, we're settling this with fists."

He said calmly, "Anyone who tries to intervene will get beaten up as well."

The timid Wanwan shrank back, suddenly feeling like she'd caused trouble again.

Ji Xiaoyu froze for a moment, then broke into a mad, savage grin.

Boom!

Black Ghost Fire ignited on Gu Jianlin's forehead, triggering full Ghost Transformation with maximum output!

Ghost Transformation meant the Divine was completely consumed by negative emotions—merciless, cold, and insane.

And this was paired with Berserk mode, signaling blood rage!

"You dare!"

Director Li was furious, immediately summoning the Qi stored in his body, entering Berserk mode, and throwing a powerful punch!

This was a Fourth Rank Mad King following the Ancient Martial Path!

For just a brief moment, Gu Jianlin stared at him impassively, as though a precise machine scanning from head to toe, using the exceedingly obvious external traits to profile the man in detail.

No calluses on his hands, posture not upright enough, even slightly hunched. A faint beer belly, reeking of alcohol, teeth slightly yellowed from smoke—clearly an office-bound worker.

All Rank, no substance—a bloated bureaucrat.

It's widely known that strength for those pursuing the Ancient Martial Path is determined by their level in Martial Arts!

Boom!

Their fists collided like cannon fire, sending chaotic ripples through the Void!

Director Li was shaken by an immense force that made his entire body tremble. Even his bones quaked violently. His footing faltered—had it not been for the Qi supporting him internally, he'd likely have collapsed!

This was impossible.

He was a Fourth Rank Mad King!