"However, if the government can grant me appropriate freedom in my actions, that would be acceptable."

Zhang Qidao nodded decisively and said with a straightforward expression:

"Some regulations are only meant to restrain the majority of people. For cultivators, especially Foundation Establishment cultivators, the state's restrictions are much more lenient as long as they don't go too far."

"But everything has its limits, and we must not disrupt the existing order."

At this point, Zhang Qidao's tone became serious.

After all, for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, killing an ordinary person is incredibly easy, and it would be impossible to detect.

Once they act without restraint, the destructive power they cause will be absolutely catastrophic.

Realizing his tone had been a bit too serious, Zhang Qidao quickly softened it.

"But as long as there is a legitimate reason, such as an insult to one's dignity or a threat to one's own or another's life, a Foundation Establishment cultivator can decide the severity of the punishment independently."

Chu Mo understood.

I can't just hit you because I don't like you, but I can find an excuse to do so.

Even murder is not unacceptable if there is sufficient reason.

He also noticed something else: this was a privilege reserved for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

After a moment's thought, Chu Mo could understand why such an extraordinary being would exist.

Appropriate privileges are necessary; otherwise, there's no way to manage things, and you can forget about getting help from others in critical moments.

After they finished talking, Chu Mo took out a handwritten manual and handed it over.

Zhang Qidao took it with trembling hands, but did not open it to read.

Instead, he carefully placed it close to his body before giving a silent and solemn bow.

Seeing the anxious look in their eyes, Chu Mo chuckled.

"Old Zhang, Captain Lu, you two go ahead with your work. We'll get together again when you have time."

After saying that, he got up to take his leave.

Zhang Qidao chuckled sheepishly, looking slightly embarrassed, and said:

"Then I won't keep you for dinner. I need to get the baby back to the Military Affairs Council right away. Those guys are definitely waiting anxiously. If you need anything in the future, just give me a call."

"Okay, you go ahead and get back to your work!"

Chu Mo turned and left.

"Brother Chu, thank you for your Kunlun Immortal Wine. I am now at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment."

Lu Fangzhou shouted excitedly at his retreating figure, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Captain Lu, you'll have to treat me to drinks another day." Chu Mo turned around and laughed.

"Alright, let's drink until we drop!"

The voice was powerful and resounding throughout the surroundings.

...

The third day.

Tianxing Group's stock price hit the daily limit down again.

The next day, at 9:30.

Just as all the shareholders were speculating at what time Tianxing Group's stock would hit its daily limit down,

As soon as the market opened.

All of Tianxing's stock sell orders were snapped up by a mysterious buyer.

The shareholders were completely bewildered.

Meanwhile, Liang Jinshan, who thought he had victory in the bag, was also stunned and furious.