Lightning Release Armor, Source Breathing, Armament Haki, and so on; besides Sage Mode, Chu Yang stacked all the buffs he could.
Finally, he held two wooden swords in his hands, one radiating dazzling sunlight and the other flowing with a clear moonlight.
"Although it's not my full power, it's about sixty to seventy percent, which means I'm taking you seriously." Chu Yang smiled, leaped up, and transformed into a brilliant streak of light, shooting out.
The dazzling light directly pierced through Margoli's heart; his chest exploded as if it had been hit by a cannonball!
Blood poured down like a torrent!
Margoli screamed hysterically a few times, his breath growing weaker and weaker.
The wooden man picked him up and threw him aside like trash.
Chu Yang returned to sit on the wooden man's shoulder, and the image on the LED screen froze on his indifferent face.
And this face was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone in D-City.
Foster, far away in A-City, saw the news and once again confirmed the fact of Chu Yang's infinite potential, so he eagerly sought out his direct supervisor.
"Believe me, he will definitely become an S-Class Hero.
Giving him some privileges in advance is absolutely no problem."
"Foster, that giant isn't as powerful as you imagine.
According to our investigation, he's just a human mutated by drugs."
"But… Chu Yang also showed overwhelming strength.
This is the second Ghost-level Weirdo he's defeated, and he only awakened not long ago!"
The supervisor seemed somewhat moved, suddenly falling silent.
After a moment of frowning in thought, he sighed, "Foster, I'll trust you this once.
Starting today, you will be his special commissioner, responsible for his liaison with headquarters."
Foster jumped up excitedly; becoming a special commissioner meant that his status in the Hero Association would rise with Chu Yang's strength.
And Foster was extremely optimistic about Chu Yang's future.
After the battle with the giant, Chu Yang became famous in D-City.
What followed was endless harassment; his address was leaked by former colleagues, and now every day many media outlets would camp outside his house, hoping for an exclusive interview.
After becoming a household name as a hero, the unexpected gift Chu Yang received was homelessness.
"Sigh… these people are really bored day after day."
Chu Yang stood in the shadows of the alley, looking at the crowds outside his home, shaking his head helplessly.
"You'll get used to it.
You'll encounter this kind of thing often in the future, but this time, I suggest you move."
Foster appeared silently behind Chu Yang.
Chu Yang looked at Foster in surprise; the latter waved a briefcase in front of him.
"I've brought you a new contract, Mr. Chu Yang."
Foster was all smiles.
"I'm not interested in being a bodyguard."
Chu Yang stretched, replying in a lazy tone.
"Of course not that." Foster was a bit embarrassed but still said, "Headquarters has agreed to your request.
As long as you're willing, starting today, you'll be a member of the Hero Association."
After speaking, Foster took out a freshly printed contract from his briefcase and handed it to Chu Yang.
"Take your time reading the terms on this.
If you have any questions, you can contact me anytime."
Chu Yang took the contract and nodded.
After leaving his contact information, Foster walked out of the alley.
Late at night.
The busybodies, seeing that they hadn't caught Chu Yang all day, finally left disappointed.
Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but not long after he returned home, a knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it again?"
Having hidden all day, Chu Yang's temper flared.
He walked to the door with a grim face, pushed it open, and found a man in a trench coat standing outside.
The man was about forty years old, with a small mustache and black-rimmed glasses, appearing both refined and rugged.
"Hello, Mr. Chu Yang, I am Rod, the section chief of the Major Disaster Response Section of the D-City Police Department."
The Middle-aged Man named Rod smiled, his eyes very sharp.
"Police Department?"
Chu Yang was momentarily stunned.
In recent years, the Hero Association had become prevalent, handling almost all security-related matters, making the police's existence extremely transparent; he had almost forgotten about their existence.
Rod was not angry about Chu Yang's attitude; instead, he showed a self-deprecating smile, "In this day and age, is the word 'police' very unfamiliar to people?"
"Everyone is used to asking heroes for help when something happens, making the police seem very incompetent."
Chu Yang smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean that.
I was just a little curious why Officer Rod would come to see me."
Rod took a deep breath and said seriously, "I'm an impatient person, so I won't beat around the bush.
I hope Mr. Chu Yang can join our Police Department as a security Advisor."
Join the Police Department?
Be a police officer?
Chu Yang looked at Rod with surprise.
Rod smiled bitterly, "As I just said, the public is more willing to trust so-called heroes than us.
Now, the word 'police' has almost become a derogatory term."
"The influence of the Hero Association is growing, and even the government can no longer restrain them.
Many high-ranking officials have even sided with this organization."
Rod said in a grave tone, "This is not a good thing.
The Hero Association is an organization led by the large conglomerate Algreni.
Its essence is still to serve the rich; ordinary people are just incidental objects of protection."
"When this organization completely replaces us, it remains unknown whether ordinary people can still receive protection."
Chu Yang listened silently.
In fact, Rod's worries were not groundless.
The Hero Association had previously engaged in many overstepping behaviors, but given that it did rescue many civilians, everyone turned a blind eye.
More obviously, although the Hero Association undertook many post-war reconstruction efforts, it also frequently occupied land privately for self-serving modifications.
They acted as they pleased!
No one could guarantee what this force, entirely organized by the wealth of the rich, would become after gaining actual power.
Even if it is currently so supported by the public!
Chu Yang could feel Rod's urgency, but he did not want to participate in the power struggle between factions, so he shook his head.
The light in Rod's eyes quickly dimmed, and his disappointment was evident.
There were truly too few people as powerful as Chu Yang who had not been absorbed by the Hero Association.
"May I ask, has the Hero Association contacted you?"
"They gave me a contract today."
"No wonder…"
Rod showed a self-deprecating smile, as if resigned.
"The Police Department really can't offer better terms than them, especially for a strong person like you."
Chu Yang shook his head and said, "They did give me very good treatment, but that's not why I'm joining them."
Except for S-Class Heroes, the income level of other heroes is not really high.
Ron looked at Chu Yang with a face full of confusion.
"If the Hero Association has problems, does that mean the Police Department doesn't?"
"Mr. Rod, if you keep pushing the responsibility onto others, even if I join you, the police's standing won't improve at all."
"The Hero Association is an organization founded only a few years ago, a pitifully short time.
Before the Hero Association appeared, the police were the ones people relied on."
"And what did you do?"
"Disappointment isn't accumulated in a day, Mr. Rod."
Rod was speechless, lowering his head in shame, his whole body trembling slightly.
Chu Yang sighed; some words, though hurtful, still needed to be said.
If the Police Department truly intended to make changes…
The next day.
Foster joyfully came to Chu Yang's house and signed the contract with him, and Chu Yang officially became an A-Class Hero.
Temporarily ranked 10th.
A coffee shop in the central business district of A-City.
"Why does this guy, whose name I've never even heard, get to take my spot?"
"Just because he was on TV?"
"That kind of weirdo who mutated from taking drugs is strong on the outside but weak within; if it were me, I could easily defeat him!"
Du Ci, who had just been pushed out of the 10th spot for A-Class Hero by Chu Yang, angrily complained to his companion, wondering why he was the one pushed out and not someone else!
Sitting next to Du Ci was Golden Ball, also an A-Class Hero, ranked 26th.
Because of Chu Yang, he was now 27th.
"It is indeed strange.
It's not even time for public recruitment, and suddenly a hero we've never seen before pops up and directly gets promoted to 10th place."
Golden Ball was dressed like a rapper, with a small goatee, and when he spoke, his brows involuntarily furrowed, looking as if he carried a deep-seated grievance.
"Do you think that guy might have pulled strings?
Isn't that kind of thing pretty common?
There are a lot of guys like that in the Association."
The man speaking, wearing a brown snakeskin suit and a red tie, was somewhat thin and looked quite dejected.
He was Snake, the lowest-ranked A-Class Hero.
Snake's remarks resonated deeply with Du Ci.
"That guy definitely pulled strings!" Du Ci said indignantly, "I'm going to D-City to challenge him in front of everyone and reclaim my 10th spot."
Golden Ball frowned, "Wouldn't that be bad?
Meaningless conflicts between heroes might incur punishment from the Association."
Du Ci's attitude was very firm.
He said in a deep voice, "I must challenge him!"
Snake said, "It's fine.
As long as you don't hit him too hard, the Association won't care that much.
At most, it'll just be a warning."
Snake was eager for Du Ci to challenge Chu Yang, because that suddenly appearing guy made his already precarious last-place ranking even more so.
Du Ci was also impatient; as soon as he made his decision, he immediately got up and hurried out of the coffee shop.
Golden Ball watched his departing back, worriedly saying, "This is going to cause trouble."
It was the next day when Du Ci arrived in D-City by train.
Chu Yang happened to be near the station dealing with a Tiger-level weirdo.
He didn't use anything, not even Haki; he just relied on his physical strength to instantly kill the opponent.
His fist, as big as a casserole, landed on the weirdo's body like a butcher pounding meatballs; in the blink of an eye, the weirdo became a pile of meat paste.