Fang Xin turned his head.
He saw the young killing god, Tai Shi Bo, standing behind him.
"Team Leader!" Fang Xin called out.
He had been assigned to Tai Shi Bo's team.
Tai Shi Bo smiled at Fang Xin, "My brother said you made him a goalkeeper before?"
Fang Xin's body stiffened; he had indeed made Tai Shi Bo's wheelchair-bound brother, Tai Shi Yan, a goalkeeper before.
The others walking out looked at Fang Xin with smiles.
Fang Xin forced a smile, "Team Leader, wasn't there a shortage of people then!"
Tai Shi Bo smiled, "My brother was very happy that day. Since the day he started using a wheelchair, I've never seen him so happy."
Seeing this, Fang Xin asked curiously, "How long has your brother been in a wheelchair?"
"Oh, he's been in a wheelchair since birth."
Fang Xin didn't know what to say for a moment.
Tai Shi Bo returned to the main topic, "Take your team and gather on the roof in ten minutes!"
Fang Xin acknowledged, left the meeting room, first found Li Bao'er and the other squad leaders assigned to his team, telling them to gather their people. When he went to call the members of the other three squads, he found the office empty.
He asked someone in the adjacent office and learned that the people from these three squads had all gone to train. As they spoke, some looked at Fang Xin with a half-smile; everyone knew that the members of those three squads were old hands from the Ninth Division, all arrogant and proud. With Zhang Zhen leading them, they would definitely give Fang Xin, this 'parachuted' newcomer, a hard time.
Moreover, Zhang Zhen was an old hand who had been employed for three years and, logically, should have been promoted to Battalion Commander. But with Fang Xin's sudden arrival, there was naturally some resentment.
As for Fang Xin's identity, multiple versions had spread from the initial one. Some said Fang Xin's performance was too outstanding, and Old Master Ye wanted to allocate resources to cultivate him as a promising talent. Others said Fang Xin was Old Master Ye's distant relative, and recently, seeing Fang Xin's good performance, Old Master Ye exceptionally recognized him as a grandson. There were even ridiculous rumors that Fang Xin was a mistake Old Master Ye made in his youth. Such rumors, after being embellished by countless mouths, could deviate significantly from the original direction.
Fang Xin naturally understood the resentment of these people, but reality was like this, and complaining was useless. Moreover, if these people followed him to achieve great things, and if Fang Xin were to become the leader of the Ninth Division in the future, all these people would have the merit of following a rising power, which would be a great benefit to them.
Fang Xin also anticipated that these people might try to trip him up. As the saying goes, a small tree won't grow straight without pruning, and people won't behave without discipline. When encountering such troublemakers, one cannot confront them head-on; one must use both soft and hard tactics, and then demonstrate true skill and capability to make these troublemakers shut up and be convinced.
He sent a message in the battalion group chat using his zhilian device: "Assemble in the battalion meeting room within three minutes!"
Fang Xin tapped his fingers lightly on the table, waiting quietly.
Li Bao'er, Shi Tailang, and Bai Yulin quickly arrived with the three newly recruited squads. After arriving, they noticed that the other three squads of old members assigned to Fang Xin had not shown up.
Shi Tailang snorted, "Damn it, Xin Ge, these bastards are trying to give you a hard time!"
Fang Xin looked at the three arriving squads. These were all newly recruited. Fang Xin also understood Old Master Ye's intentions; these were all from Fang Xin's same cohort. Giving them to Fang Xin was essentially giving him a set of seeds; these people, once well-cultivated, would all be Fang Xin's personal retinue.
He glanced at the time; two and a half minutes had already passed.
Just then, the meeting room door creaked open, and a young man with a crooked hat walked in.
"Team Leader Fang! Sorry, I'm late!"
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The person smiled at Fang Xin, but there was no hint of apology in his smile.
Fang Xin looked at the newcomer, who was none other than the Deputy Battalion Commander, Zhang Zhen.
Zhang Zhen glanced at the time, "Oh dear, so much time has passed, why aren't these rascals here yet!"
As he spoke, he picked up his zhilian device and sent a message, "What are you all standing around for! Get over here! Don't keep Team Leader Fang waiting!"
Zhang Zhen turned back to Fang Xin and smiled again, "Sorry, Team Leader Fang, these rascals just love to exercise! I'll call them over right away!"
Less than ten seconds after the message was sent.
Intense footsteps could be heard from outside.
Immediately after, more than a dozen people rushed in from outside, lining up in three columns.
One of them shouted to Zhang Zhen, "Report, Team Leader Zhang, personnel assembled!"
Zhang Zhen pretended to clear his throat, winked at them, "Team Leader Fang is here! Why are you reporting to me, report to Team Leader Fang!"
Fang Xin immediately raised his hand to interrupt Zhang Zhen's feigned politeness, "Dispense with it! No more nonsense. The mission has been issued. Pack your gear and head to the roof to prepare for takeoff!"
After speaking, Fang Xin walked towards the door, with Li Bao'er and the other two, leading their respective squads, following closely behind.
Watching Fang Xin and his group leave, the old team members looked at each other, then turned to Zhang Zhen.
"What the heck? Zhen Ge, this kid has quite an air about him! He really thinks he's the Battalion Commander!"
Zhang Zhen snorted, "He might be more than capable of being a Battalion Commander and showing off in other divisions, but he's showing off in the wrong place in the Ninth Division! He's barely grown up and he's commanding us old-timers!"
A slightly short young man in the squad said, "Zhen Ge, this kid was arranged by Old Master Ye. Isn't it a bit bad to trip him up like this?"
Zhang Zhen looked nonchalant, "It doesn't matter who arranged him. If you're capable, you stay; if you're not, you leave. Coming here isn't playing house. Are there really few people with connections in our Ninth Division? But those who remain in the end, aren't they all capable? Instructor Zhuge, Tai Shi Bo, Sixth Brother Hua, which of them didn't reach their position through their own abilities?
You want me to bow my head and call him Battalion Commander? Fine, if he's stronger than me, let alone calling him leader, I'll even recognize him as my foster father! The premise is that he has to have that strength, right?"
"But if we trip him up like this, will the higher-ups make trouble for us?"
Zhang Zhen grinned, "Sorry, I don't wear shoes, I'm barefoot. If he's not capable and can't hold his position as Battalion Commander, then you can't blame me, can you? If I can't make it in the Ninth Division, I'll just ask my great-uncle to transfer me to another division, no big deal."
Fang Xin led his three personal squads towards the roof. These were all from the same cohort, and they were well aware of Fang Xin's capabilities, so they were completely convinced by him. Moreover, Fang Xin became a Battalion Commander right after coming out, which they admired even more. Combined with Fang Xin's previous performance on the Dragon-Tiger Rankings, where he took first place and brought his teammates into the top ten, they all felt that following Fang Xin would lead to good opportunities.
Fang Xin already had an idea of how to deal with people like Zhang Zhen.
Upon reaching the roof, members of other groups looked over. When they saw Fang Xin only leading three squads, some naturally noticed the problem.
But no one said anything.
Before long, Zhang Zhen led his people towards them.
Tai Shi Bo yawned, lifting his eyelids slightly. He understood what was happening but did not intervene. If Fang Xin couldn't even solve such a small problem, how could he command respect in the future?
He glanced at the time, "Board the plane!"
Everyone boarded the plane one after another, and the aircraft took off, soaring into the sky.
The main purpose of this mission was to guard against other forces attempting to intercept them.
Several tens of minutes passed.
As the plane was about to land.
Fang Xin, looking out the window, felt a tingling sensation in his palm.
A familiar sensation came, and Fang Xin raised his hand.
The character 'zero' appeared in his palm, then slowly transformed into 'eleven'.
Fang Xin raised an eyebrow, confirming that what Gong Siyuan said during the meeting was true: they had indeed found Judge Number Eleven.
He was about to lower his hand, but the number on his palm wriggled again and changed into another number.