The imperial capital is the heart of Tianlong Dynasty, where emperors, high officials, and economic lifelines are all within the city walls. Any unexpected event could cause unimaginable damage.

    Martial artists break the law with their skills. To prevent troublemaking within the city walls of the imperial capital, the previous emperor established the Martial Stability Bureau during his reign. All personnel in the bureau start at the seventh rank, making it the strongest and most violent organization in Tianlong Dynasty, a formidable tool for intimidating the entire realm.

    "Third Young Lord, why do we need to go to the Martial Stability Bureau?"

    On the way to the Martial Stability Bureau, Zhang Long asked anxiously.

    In his early days, he had heard that the Martial Stability Bureau gathered the top fighters of the Tianlong Dynasty. So headstrong, he went to challenge it and was immediately disabled by the guards, his limbs broken before even entering the gate.

    Surviving in the imperial capital for months on end was a struggle, and he had almost starved to death.

    To this day, he still carries psychological scars from the Martial Stability Bureau.

    "Rescue"

    "Rescue? Rescue whom?"

    "Tonight, you'll find out."

    In Chen Mo's memory, the making of demons was related to rebellion.

    It is said that there have been dissatisfaction among those who did not support the female emperor even before her accession to the throne. As the female emperor implemented reforms, more and more disloyal officials and bandits hatched plots against her.

    But as long as the Martial Stability Bureau, a key instrument of the empire, remains intact, no one can challenge the authority in this world.

    Demons possess nearly immortal bodies and extraordinary strength that transcends the ordinary. Once successfully crafted, one demon can attain the power of a fourth-rank martial artist, even having the capability to fight against the Martial Stability Bureau, the imperial weapon.

    However, the current female emperor is not an ordinary person. Using thunderous measures, she has seized and destroyed the bases of demons and confiscated all demonic furnaces.

    The rebellious ministers, whose hearts were not yet broken, were not willing to see the seeds of rebellion destroyed. That very night when the demonic furnaces were being detained, they launched a massive prison break.

    Chen Mo and the other two finally arrived at the gate of the Martial Stability Bureau.

    Two guards, both wearing black robes of the Martial Stability Bureau and carrying crane feather knives, were alert and vigilant as Chen Mo and the others approached. They had already drawn their right hands to their blades' hilts.

    Those who can enter the Martial Stability Bureau are at least seventh-rank martial artists, and the aura they exude is not comparable to that of ordinary ninth-rank martial artists.

    From afar, Chen Mo felt a sense of oppressive atmosphere. Zhang Long involuntarily shrank his neck, looked a little embarrassed, and dared not look directly.

    "This is the Martial Stability Bureau."

    The two guards said in unison, a reminder to Chen Mo and the others that this was not an ordinary place; civilians should not get too close.

    "Gentlemen, I'm looking for someone, Mr. Pei Jiangnan from the Martial Stability Bureau. This person, I believe you also know him."

    Chen Mo said with a smile.

    Pei Jiangnan is one of the two great heroes of the Tianlong Dynasty three hundred years later, the first mighty general under the empress... Of course, this is all a story for later. At this moment, Pei Jiangnan is merely a new recruit who has just entered the Martial Stability Bureau for one year.

    Tonight's prison break has occurred, and Chen Mo needs to prevent it and save Liu Wu Xin. To do so, he needs a reliable partner, and Pei Jiangnan is undoubtedly the best choice.

    Pei Jiangnan is upright and can be considered a partner of justice. If he knows what will happen tonight, he will not hesitate to intervene.

    And another point is that there are informants of the rebellious officials within the Martial Stability Bureau. Chen Mo knows, and he can only trust Pei Jiangnan.

    "Pei Jiangnan? Why do you want to find him? He's not in the Martial Stability Bureau."

    The guard answered with indifference.

    "When is he expected to return?"

    "He's on a mission and I don't know when he will return."

    "This..."

    Chen Mo bit his thumb, looking troubled. He couldn't think of anyone else who could help him besides Pei Jiangnan. After much thought, he decided to take a chance.

    Chen Mo came to a nearby teahouse and got some paper and pen. He wrote a brief letter and then returned.

    "Brother, can you please deliver this letter to Pei Jiangnan for me? Just say it's important."

    The guard took the letter from Chen Mo's hand and reached to open it, but Chen Mo quickly pulled out fifty ounces of silver and placed it on top of the letter.

    Seeing this, the guard quickly put the silver into his pocket and said with a cough, "Your letter is indeed important. I think it's necessary to deliver it to Pei Jiangnan as soon as possible."

    Chen Mo nodded slightly and took out another fifty ounces of silver, handing it to the second guard with a smile, "This letter is truly important. I would appreciate it if you could deliver it to Pei Jiangnan before midnight tonight."

    "Don't worry, it's not just about midnight. Would it make a difference if I delivered it to him myself now?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, the person who took the letter turned around and ran outside.

    Zhang Long was left in shock. Earlier, when he first arrived, the people from the Martial Stability Bureau certainly wouldn't have been so courteous to him. Helping him deliver a letter? If it wasn't for killing him, it would have been a miracle.

    Indeed, money can make the devil work for you...

    After leaving the Martial Stability Bureau, Chen Mo didn't stop for a moment. He rode his horse without pause, heading in the direction of the Chen Family Mansion.

    "Third Young Lord, we just left the Chen Mansion. What are you going back for? Could it be that you forgot something?"

    Zhang Long was puzzled. From the way Chen Dewang chased Chen Mo away, it seemed the head of the family was unwilling to see them again.

    "I just beat my second brother. He will definitely report it to our father when he gets back. If we don't take the initiative first, we will be in a passive position. As for me, I can handle it, but for you, it could be dangerous. Furthermore, we just spent so much money. I have only thirty-two ounces of silver left on me. If we don't get some more money back, life will be difficult from now on..."

    Chen Mo explained with a smile.

    Zhang Long listened in confusion, wondering what the connection was between going to the Chen Mansion and money.

    In just half an hour, Chen Mo and Zhang Long had arrived at the front gate of the Chen Mansion.

    Seeing that Third Young Lord had returned, the two guards at the gate were startled. They had heard that Third Young Lord had been banished, so why was he back at this time.

    They were unsure whether to let him in or not.

    Before the two guards could figure things out, Chen Mo drew his sword and approached the front gate of the Chen Mansion step by step.

    The two guards were immediately alarmed. They raised their swords and entered the Chen Mansion, thinking that Third Young Lord was planning to kill or hurt someone.

    Chen Mo raised his right hand and lifted his sword high. With his left hand, he raised the long hair tied up and then sliced it sharply with the sword. He threw it violently onto the gate.

    The body and skin are gifts from one's parents. In ancient times, hair was considered akin to another head. While it could be trimmed, it was never cut off in such a large section as Chen Mo had just done.

    This would be considered equivalent to beheading someone on the streets in other people's eyes.

    The two guards at the gate were startled. Seeing the imposing scene, they dared not remain calm to guard the gate. They stumbled and ran into the mansion to report.

    Less than a quarter of an hour later, Chen Dewang arrived in a hurry with Xu Cheng. Stepping out the gate, he saw Chen Mo standing with his arms crossed and a sword in hand, his head bowed, and the cut hair in his hand.

    When Chen Dewang saw this, his eyebrows raised, and he first swept his eyes around the surroundings. He noticed that many people were gathered around the Chen Mansion, and he immediately became angry, "Chen Mo, what are you doing! Cutting off your hair in public. Do you even have me as your father in your eyes?"

    Before Chen Dewang arrived, Chen Mo had secretly used his fingers to poke his eyes and recalled the most sad events of his life.

    When Chen Mo looked up, his eyes were red and brimming with tears.

    When Chen Dewang and Xu Cheng saw this, they were startled. They could see that Chen Mo had been suffering a lot of grievances...

    "Do you want to kill me, father?"