Chapter Fifty-Three: A New Order!

“Damn! Ye Xun, your disguise skills are incredible!”

“Yeah! I never expected Ye Xun’s real face to be so young!”

“Now I finally understand what a young hero is.”

…

When everyone in the spacious conference room saw Yang Ye, who had looked like a teenager of eighteen or nineteen, walk out as a man in his thirties, a wave of astonished exclamations rippled through the crowd.

Looking at the dozens gathered, Yang Ye smiled and said, “It’s good that you all know. But keep this to yourselves!”

“Yes, Inspector Ye!” they answered in unison.

Yang Ye had used his flesh-puppet to return to his identity as Ye Tianzu. As for Long Xiaoqing, there was no need to disguise her.

To his subordinates, he explained that Long Xiaoqing’s previous appearance was due to a cultivation mishap, and she had now recovered.

A cultivation mishap?

Everyone present had never heard of such a thing before. Failure to advance, yes, but never a mishap like this.

“Let’s go!” Yang Ye swept his gaze over his men and raised his hand.

After over a month of silence, the Summer Capital Inspectorate was on the move again.

This time, Long Xiaoqing led the team.

In any case, Long Xiaoqing couldn’t sit still in the office. She needed some action.

A wolfish pack of subordinates stormed into the home of Councilor He Xiaodong.

The He family wasn’t a major clan—there were only two bodyguards at the initial planetary stage. When they saw the Inspectorate’s squad burst in, they didn’t even have the courage to resist.

He Xiaodong, who was napping, was dragged from bed by Zhou Hun.

“In broad daylight—how dare you! What are you doing? Is there no law anymore…”

Zhou Hun and another subordinate each seized one of He Xiaodong’s arms and hauled the protesting councilor down from the second floor.

Everyone else in the villa was also ushered into the main hall on the first floor.

The villa He Xiaodong lived in was lavishly decorated. Besides his official wife, he kept a pair of twin beauties.

Mao Li shook her head, pointing at the decorations and the two women. “Madam, just look—this is what passes for an official in our country.”

Once he’d been brought downstairs, He Xiaodong fell silent, his attention wholly captured by Long Xiaoqing.

A sharp crack rang out.

Zhou Hun slapped He Xiaodong, snapping him out of his daze.

“Take him away!” Long Xiaoqing cast a look of disgust at He Xiaodong and waved her hand.

There was nothing difficult about this operation.

In less than an hour, He Xiaodong was brought to the Inspectorate.

Xiao San had already set up the camera and connected to China’s national television.

The moment they heard Inspector Ye was back and would be speaking live, the country’s most-watched television station immediately interrupted its top-rated fantasy romance drama.

When the effeminate male lead was replaced by the powerful, commanding Inspector Ye, the visual contrast left many viewers momentarily stunned.

“Everyone, your Inspector has returned. Now, it’s time to fulfill the promise I made over a month ago.”

Yang Ye faced the camera and beckoned.

He Xiaodong, still in pajamas and massively overweight, was brought before the lens.

Without another word, Yang Ye raised his hand and slapped He Xiaodong hard across the face.

With a grunt of pain, He Xiaodong’s cheek instantly swelled.

A second slap landed on the other cheek, leaving both sides red and puffy—a perfect symmetry.

Yang Ye took a towel from Mao Li, wiped his hands, and said coolly, “I was going to hit him a few more times, but he’s so filthy, it’s like striking a pile of dog shit. I’m sure you can all understand that feeling.”

“Let me share something with you: this honorable councilor lives in a villa worth tens of millions, keeps several wives at home—including a pair of twins who are probably younger than his own daughter. For the sake of their privacy, I won’t show them on camera. And yet, this is the man who accused me of disturbing international peace! According to him, when people from Fusang trespass on our land and murder our citizens, I should smile and send them home with courtesy. What kind of twisted logic is that?”

With that, Yang Ye flung the towel in He Xiaodong’s face, folded his hands behind his back, and continued, “At one o’clock this afternoon, I invite everyone to tune in to my ‘Dog Execution Rally’ at the Summer Capital Stadium, live on China Television. Don’t miss it.”

He raised his hand and waved.

At that moment, Xiao San, in charge of filming, immediately switched to footage recorded over twenty days ago—after the assault on Zhao Fei’s estate.

The video showed five severed heads, neatly arranged in a row.

These were the Fusang cultivators executed by Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing.

Although the footage had aired before, it now felt even more impactful.

…

“Everyone, thank you for your hard work this month! At one o’clock, China Television will broadcast the Dog Execution Rally live, so as your boss, I’m giving you all a half day off!”

In a certain company, a middle-aged boss announced this with a beaming smile.

“Yeah!” The employees, who had just been secretly watching Yang Ye’s livestream on their phones, all jumped up in delight.

The boss they usually resented was, in that moment, suddenly both lovable and admirable.

Across the nation, other company leaders made the same announcement.

Factories went idle, schools suspended classes… For the people of China, this was like a grand festival.

Yet after the cheers, many found themselves worrying for Inspector Ye.

Facing a hundred-strong Fusang squad alone—could Inspector Ye prevail?

Alone?

No.

At the Inspectorate—

“Inspector Ye, I am Tang Youzhong, mid-Stellar level. I wish to aid you! As a token of respect, I bring the heads of three late-stage planetary Fusang cultivators!”

“I am He Wu, early-Stellar level. Please allow me to join the rally! I have brought ten Fusang heads as a greeting!”

“I am Wang Sheng, early-Stellar level—two heads as my offering!”

…

One after another, Stellar-level cultivators appeared before Yang Ye, bowing in salute.

Yang Ye returned each salute with military precision.

There were ninety-one Stellar experts reporting in the conference room.

As he listened to their reports, Yang Ye felt heartened—there was still hope for the cultivation world of China.

Yet he was also secretly shocked.

Over the past century, Fusang cultivators had flooded into China. In nearly every city, Fusang practitioners could be found!

After the collapse of the Department of Star Martial Management, some Fusang experts had even seized Chinese territory and slaughtered Chinese citizens.

Looking at the assembled cultivators, Yang Ye clenched his fist. “From this day forth, China must forge a new order!”

He glanced at the clock on the wall and said calmly, “It’s twelve-thirty. You may all depart now.”