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The current Guard Department is vastly different from when Shen Jinmo first entered the Divine Capital.

The task of searching and defending the city has gone beyond the norm. It is something that must be done every day and has already subtly influenced everyone's words and deeds.

Although Shen Jinmo, the God of Death, rarely interferes in such daily matters, if someone escalates the situation, Shen Jinmo can change the course of events with just a few words.

Therefore, these people with little background, under the leadership of Tian Ding, did a good job in maintaining the stability of the capital of gods.

Sometimes when faced with conflicts between the common people and the powerful, they would try to smooth things over on smaller issues, but if human lives were involved, they would dare to step forward to uphold justice.

Everyone in the entire Imperial Guard Division knew that if something went wrong, Shen Jinmo would not intervene directly, but as long as they acted reasonably, most of them would not be implicated.

In this divine capital, Shen Jinmo has a very bad reputation.

However, Tian Ding and his city patrol guards, who were not sons of noble families, had a better and better reputation because they were accustomed to not favoring the powerful or the common people.

With a good reputation and a higher status, these guards became more motivated day by day and became more proactive in doing their work. As a result, the number of matters that Tian Ding needed to review on a daily basis also increased.

Because Tian Ding was not in the Imperial Guard Department for some time, the documents that originally required Tian Ding to review and approve had accumulated into a thick stack.

Shen Jinmo came here today because the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Commander-in-Chief had a fight outside the palace yesterday, and the incident came to Xia Hong today. Therefore, Shen Jinmo, who had finally got some free time, had to come and clean up this mess.

The people who led the riot had been kneeling in front of Shen Jinmo for half an hour. Shen Jinmo did not say a word, nor did he sit in the hall waiting for these people to confess their crimes. He just picked up a hoe to loosen the soil in the yard and watered the flowers.

After washing his hands in the basin, Shen Jinmo entered the room and said in a very cold voice, "Go back and do your job."

When this order was issued, the guards who were kneeling in front of the hall, originally feeling uneasy, were frightened out of their wits.

Shen Jinmo's current style of doing things in this divine capital is such that he cannot tolerate even the slightest bit of sand in his eyes.

If others hurt him one point, he will definitely return three points.

If I don't pay it back now, I will have to pay it back tenfold if he gets the chance.

They fought with the emperor's men just for a moment's pride, and even caused Shen Jinmo to be killed in front of the emperor. If Tian Ding was there, each of them would have been beaten with at least twenty boards.

Shen Jinmo's methods were naturally more brutal than Tian Ding's, and they were both prepared to receive fifty beatings.

"Master Shen, won't you punish us?"

Shen Jinmo's originally calm brows slowly drew together. He felt that these people were a little noisy and a little too stupid.

If those in power have to do everything themselves, it means disorder.

It’s not that Shen Jinmo can’t be an executioner wielding a knife, but there is no need to wield the knife against people who are much lower in level than himself.

Those in high positions of power always maintain an image of kindness and benevolence when facing people who are far beyond their own strength.

The people kneeling in the hall saw that Shen Jinmo had not spoken for a long time. In the increasingly cold atmosphere in the hall, some people secretly looked up at Shen Jinmo.

With cold sweat breaking out on his back, the guard pulled the person beside him and crawled towards the door.

Shen Jinmo glanced at the guards' embarrassment, and his eyes were fixed on a guard who was moving very quickly: "You stay."

Everyone turned around at the same time and followed Shen Jinmo's gaze to look at Mu Wu.

Thinking about how ruthlessly Mu Wu beat the imperial guards, they felt that Shen Jinmo was preparing to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.

Not wanting to stay in the house any longer, the guards except Mu Wu supported each other and walked out of the house.

Only after they had completely escaped from Shen Jinmo's threat did they dare to raise their hands, pat their chests and breathe a sigh of relief, feeling thankful for having survived the calamity.

Mu Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, did not dare to look Shen Jinmo in the eye. After a long period of silent prostration, the fear that slowly sank into his bones made him tremble and speak: "I, Mu Wu, pay my respects to Lord Shen."

Shen Jinmo held the whip on the table in one hand and tapped the handle on the desk rhythmically a few times before he finally spoke.

"When did you come?"

Shen Jinmo did not ask why Mu Wu appeared in the Guard Department, nor did he ask who introduced Mu Wu to the Guard Department. He just asked in a cold and ordinary voice when Mu Wu came to the Guard Department.

Shen Jinmo didn't know Mu Wu. Even though Mu Wu was from the Qiling Army, he had never been qualified to meet Shen Jinmo.

"I have been hunting in the mountains since I was a child. I have a good physique and I know some martial arts. I was selected by the captain to join the Guard Division after the Lantern Festival this year."

"You have only been in the Imperial Guards for a few months, and you dare to beat the emperor's men to death?"

The calm questioning made Mu Wu's guard robe soaked with sweat. The sweat would seep out of the clothes when he twisted it slightly. "I admit my crime. Please punish me, Lord Shen."

"Don't do such stupid things again in the future."

Pick it up lightly and put it down lightly.

Until Mu Wu walked out of Shen Jinmo's house with a heavy head and light feet, he still didn't figure out why he was kept by Shen Jinmo and why he was released by Shen Jinmo.

Looking up at the sky, Mu Wu hesitated and chose to remain silent.

After leaving the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Xie Nanxing went straight to the Imperial Guard Department. He waited for Shen Jinmo in the carriage for a while, and when he saw that he hadn't come out yet, he got off the carriage by himself and went to Shen Jinmo's office as if he knew the way.

Entering the yard, looking at the flowers and plants that had just been properly cared for, Xie Nanxing's emotions caused by meeting the Tutor were smoothed out by the spring breeze, becoming warm and soft.

The flowers and plants in the Imperial Guard Department were selected by Xie Nanxing after Shen Jinmo recovered and resumed his duties. Naturally, they were planted by Xie Nanxing and Shen Jinmo together.

Xie Nanxing hoped that whenever Shen Jinmo had the opportunity to be distracted for a moment, he could devote a third of his attention to looking at the beauty of this world and thinking about the blooming and withering of flowers.

Looking through the window at the man stroking the whip handle in his hand, Xie Nanxing suddenly turned red from his ears to his neck.

Shaking his head, Xie Nanxing drove out all the mess in his mind. He suddenly felt that some obstructions should be placed in front of Shen Jinmo's window.

From the perspective Xie Nanxing was standing at, Shen Jinmo was really too handsome.

Whenever others saw him, Xie Nanxing felt that he had suffered a great loss.

The person who reported in the house left from the darkness. Shen Jinmo looked through the window at Xie Nanxing, who had already acted out a play based on his imagination, and shook his head and smiled slightly.

Standing up from the chair, Shen Jinmo opened his arms towards Xie Nanxing.

The person standing there ran towards Shen Jinmo and jumped directly into Shen Jinmo's arms: "Shen Jinmo, I'm so tired today."

Without any intention of sitting down, Shen Jinmo walked slowly around the house holding Xie Nanxing in his arms, and used his free hand to skillfully loosen up Xie Nanxing's sore spots.

"Where are you tired?"

He rubbed his head against Shen Jinmo's chest: "My brain is tired."