I Start with a Mysterious Island

Chapter 306 - 247: Civility for All, but Your Grandpa Is Still Your Grandpa

Choking on the smoke, the young man with the earring was on the verge of coughing.

Suddenly, all the smoke in the office gathered into one mass. The air in the room cleared, and he slowly took a deep breath.

"Yaozi, go investigate that guy who hurt you. I’ll get even for you..."

A thought crossed the tank-top man’s mind, and the ball of smoke floating before him immediately flew out the window.

Under the bright sunlight, a grapefruit-sized ball of smoke flew out of the arcade. It suddenly exploded in mid-air.

A cloud of white smoke covered an area of over ten square meters. The wind caught it, and it quickly dissipated into the air.

The young man with the earring had gotten the nickname Yaozi because he loved to eat grilled kidneys whenever he had barbecue.

Hearing his boss say he was going to go after Lin Li, the underling named Yaozi froze for a moment before quickly trying to talk him out of it.

"Boss, how about we just let this go! That guy’s no pushover. We don’t need to go after him for that little bit of money."

The underling, Yaozi, was still rational enough to think it wasn’t worth going after a young man he felt was incredibly difficult to deal with, all for a debt of just over ten thousand yuan.

He did believe that with his boss’s level of cultivation, he could definitely give the guy a beating.

But if they actually went through with it, things could spiral out of control afterward.

After all, that guy was also a Cultivator. Plus, he had a tough personality—he wasn’t a pushover.

A dispute between Cultivators that came to blows.

If no one saw it, that would be one thing. But if some onlookers witnessed it, they would definitely call the Superpower Administration Bureau.

When an Investigator showed up at their door and figured out what happened, they’d be in for more trouble than they could handle.

Hearing his underling’s words, the tank-top man frowned and said, slightly displeased.

"Yaozi, what kind of talk is that? You get bullied like this, and if I, your boss, don’t stick up for you, what will everyone else think of me?"

"..." The underling, Yaozi, fell silent. A few seconds later, just as he was about to try persuading his boss again, someone knocked on the office door.

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK..."

The tank-top man heard the knock and shouted, "Come in."

"CLICK."

The office door opened, and an elderly gentleman with gray hair walked in.

The man was in his seventies, wearing a simple linen shirt and radiating an air of integrity.

Though well on in years, he was hale and hearty, full of vigor.

All in all, his bearing was far better than that of many young people today who stay up all night.

But the first thing you noticed about the dignified old man was the red armband on his sleeve.

Two large, conspicuous words were written on the red armband: Civility Supervision.

The tank-top man had been slouching in his office chair, leaning back with his feet casually propped up on the desk, looking completely listless.

When he saw this dignified, red-armband-wearing old man enter the office, he jolted.

He scrambled to pull his feet off the desk, then stubbed his half-finished cigar out in the ashtray.

"Mr. Liu, what brings you here? Is there some kind of notice for us?"

The tank-top man, who just a moment ago had been looking fierce and vowing revenge for his underling, now wore a completely different expression.

A kind smile spread across his face as he greeted the elderly gentleman with the utmost respect, looking for all the world like a model citizen.

"..." The underling, Yaozi, was rendered speechless by his boss’s transformation, though he wasn’t much better. "Mr. Liu, hello! Long time no see."

Mr. Liu, whose arm bore the red armband, glanced at Yaozi’s injured wrist before turning to the tank-top man.

"I was just passing by your arcade when I saw a grapefruit-sized ball of smoke fly out of your office. That was your handiwork, I presume?"

"Er..." The tank-top man gave an awkward laugh. "That was me. I was smoking in the office, and it got too smoky, so I just used my Superpower to gather it up and toss it out the window."

Seeing the tank-top man admit his actions, Mr. Liu immediately began to lecture him.

"Our street is currently competing for the ’Model Civility Street’ award. I can’t tell you not to smoke in your own office.

But using your Superpower to dump smoke onto the street below could easily startle unsuspecting passersby. Such uncivilized behavior is simply not acceptable."

"I’m sorry, it won’t happen again..." the tank-top man quickly admitted his fault.

"Knowing your mistake and correcting it is a good thing. However, you still have to pay the fine.

For such uncivilized behavior, the regulations state a fine of fifty yuan."

As he spoke, Mr. Liu pulled a small pad and a pen from his pocket, scribbled something down, and tore off a ticket.

"..." ’The neighborhood committee sent someone. There’s no getting out of this fine.’

The tank-top man took the ticket from Mr. Liu and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"I don’t have a phone on me. Give me cash," Mr. Liu said, seeing the tank-top man pull out his phone.