Chapter 84: Leaping Onto the Table, Seduction in Motion

Flashing the badge of the Dual Power Warrior, Zhang Chu received a salute from the security at the Martial Arts Administration Bureau, who personally led him to the cafeteria.

It was Zhang Chu’s first visit to the Bureau, and the place was certainly impressive—both the architecture and its cutting-edge style. He could even sense the spiritual vibrations of formations set up by those with spiritual abilities.

"The Martial Arts Administration Bureau, with its official positions for warriors, really offers incredible benefits!" Zhang Chu couldn't help but marvel as he gazed at the cafeteria before him. In both his previous life and after rebirth, wealth and status had always meant power.

The Bureau’s cafeteria sprawled across two floors. Every famous snack found across the country was served here, and at half the price of those outside. This was why ordinary people fought tooth and nail to become warriors, and warriors vied just as fiercely to secure a position in the Bureau.

Six types of insurance, two separate pension funds, regular supplies of elixirs, housing allocation, even matchmaking for marriage—the allure was undeniable.

Once inside, Zhang Chu quickly spotted Wang Peng waving from a corner. He threaded his way through the bustling crowd of diners and sat down.

Wang Peng had already ordered a lamb stew for him, still steaming hot. "Just got the scoop—those tables in the middle are reserved for the Bureau's department-level officers. Fang Danan and his group are queuing up for their meals."

Zhang Chu glanced in the direction Wang Peng indicated and saw the sign marking the officers’ dining area. Fang Danan and his companions were chatting animatedly, trays in hand at the window. Among the queue, he also spotted Fan Dayong and Chen Long.

What a lineup! A single slap could take down a whole cohort of department-level officers. The Binzhou Martial Arts Administration Bureau was merely a city-level office, yet it had dozens of department-level warriors. One could only imagine the scale at the provincial headquarters.

"How’s the plan? Any chance Fang Danan will take the bait later?"

Since Fang Danan played both sides, why not make a decisive move? A lackey of the Fallen Gods Alliance, serving as a director in the Bureau—no matter the reason, such a person was a parasite. Zhang Chu was doing the public a service.

"Don't worry, Xiao Chu. I arranged a chance encounter just now, flattered Fang Danan, and even bought him lunch," Wang Peng said confidently. "The old fox said I have potential, told me to work hard. I’ve planted a mental seed in his consciousness using hypnotic techniques—it’ll activate in five minutes."

Since awakening his divine gift, Wang Peng had practiced hypnotic arts day and night, achieving some mastery. Fang Danan was a two-star Dual Power Warrior, but caught off guard, even he could be hypnotized without a trace.

Seeing Wang Peng so composed, Zhang Chu could barely suppress the grin tugging at his lips.

"Dayong, isn’t that Zhang Chu?" Chen Long, having just gotten his food, turned and spotted Zhang Chu in the corner, cap pulled low.

"He still hasn’t cleared his name—what’s he doing here? The Martial Arts Research Institute's meals are way better."

Chen Long’s awakened mental skill was "Eagle Eye," allowing him to precisely analyze opponents’ moves and techniques, effectively slowing their speed by half in his perception. Precision analysis was his forte.

Fan Dayong glanced over, brow furrowed. "Feels like he’s here for Fang Danan."

Chen Long followed Zhang Chu’s gaze, which landed squarely on Fang Danan. "If he’s really targeting Fang Danan, I might even lend a hand."

"Let’s just watch for now. As long as it doesn’t threaten us, no need to expose him. He’s Luo Zhidong’s junior now—don’t court disaster."

Whether Zhang Chu was a spy for the Fallen Gods Alliance hadn’t been determined. Everyone here had a background; tearing off the mask would be ugly.

They found a corner with a clear view of both Zhang Chu and Fang Danan, eating as they watched the drama unfold.

Meanwhile, Fang Danan, surrounded by subordinates, took a seat in the officers’ dining area. The table overflowed with seafood and sea cucumber, all paid for by Wang Peng—great nourishment.

Having bitten Zhang Chu in the star beast tree cave earlier, Fang Danan had received a call from the Fallen Gods Alliance leader that morning, praising him for five minutes and instructing him to collect life-saving medicine in the evening.

Fang Danan was elated: "Once I get the medicine for my grandfather, I’ll sever ties with the Alliance, and my future as a Bureau director will be bright!"

"Why is he grinning so lewdly?" Wang Peng muttered, feeling inexplicably annoyed by Fang Danan’s smug expression. "Xiao Chu, how do you want to play this? Ready to start?"

"Let’s have Director Fang dance first. Make it explosive," Zhang Chu replied, sipping his cola and pulling out his phone to record. First, disgrace him publicly, then force him to confess. It would be like pinning Fang Danan to the ground and beating him senseless—even his grandfather couldn’t cover up such a scandal.

"Exciting!" Wang Peng instantly grasped Zhang Chu’s intent. The two hid in a corner behind a load-bearing wall. Wang Peng adjusted his focus, unleashing his mental power.

As Fang Danan boasted to his subordinates, his mind suddenly buzzed, and he stood up abruptly.

"What the—?"

"What’s going on?"

Fang Danan was utterly bewildered, feeling his body slip out of his control. The loud crash of his overturned chair drew the attention of everyone in the first-floor cafeteria.

"Director Fang, are you alright?"

"Director Fang, did I say something wrong? Please don’t be angry!"

Two subordinates, terrified, assumed Fang Danan was furious.

From afar, Chen Long and Fan Dayong stared in disbelief.

"Get on the table!" Zhang Chu commanded from across the room, as Wang Peng transmitted another hypnotic directive. Fang Danan obeyed.

"Who did this?" Fang Danan leapt onto the table, trying to shout, but no sound emerged. His mind buzzed with panic—something bad was about to happen.

"What the heck, has Fang Danan gone mad?" Chen Long gaped, losing all appetite for his ribs.

The first reaction among the cafeteria staff was to whip out their phones and start filming.

Fan Dayong locked his gaze on Zhang Chu, who calmly ate with his head down, betraying nothing. "Feels connected to Zhang Chu, but there’s no evidence."

"Play some music, something wild!" Zhang Chu continued.

Wang Peng gave the command, and Fang Danan pulled out his phone, blasting a raucous DJ dance track. The place erupted.

Subordinates hurriedly backed away. They had expected Fang Danan’s anger, but now it looked like an impromptu performance.

"Take off your clothes, go!" Zhang Chu issued the third command.

"Going that far?" Wang Peng was stunned, glancing at Zhang Chu—this was getting intense. He swiftly manipulated Fang Danan’s mind.

The next moment, Fang Danan, weighing nearly two hundred pounds, began to gyrate, stripping piece by piece.

This was… mental control! Who was behind it?

The women in the cafeteria went wild—covering their eyes, but peeking through their fingers, eager to see how the notorious "Fiery King Yan" could act so coquettishly.

Chen Long spat noodles onto the table, applauding, "Director Fang’s moves are seductive! Let’s give him some courage!"

Thunderous applause filled the room, along with the clicking of cameras. Fang Danan writhed, nearly naked save for his underwear. He was on the verge of madness—his hands, uncontrollably, gripped and tugged at his crotch, his posture as shy as could be.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chu, unfazed, logged into the "Warrior Forum" with an alternate account and started livestreaming…