Battalion Commander Zhang! It only takes five minutes to gather your men and come to reinforce from your post, yet you were three minutes late! I know you don't respect me as your Battalion Commander, but don't you know that while that's our personal matter, because of your jealousy, you deliberately delayed and almost got your comrades killed!
It doesn't matter if I die; you, Battalion Commander Zhang, can get promoted and rich. But have you considered what will happen to the lives of these brothers behind me? Because of your selfish malice, you almost got an entire squad of brothers killed! Can you bear that responsibility?
Slap!
As he spoke, Fang Xin's Panlong Spear lashed across Zhang Zhen's face, leaving a bloody gash, skin torn and bleeding profusely.
Zhang Zhen gritted his teeth, not daring to breathe heavily.
Fang Xin leaned in, his eyes full of murderous intent, making Zhang Zhen tense up involuntarily.
"This is the first time, and it will also be the last. If you dare to do it again, I'll kill you!"
With that, Fang Xin kicked Zhang Zhen into the bricks and stones, then turned and left.
Zhang Zhen struggled to sit up from the rubble, wiping the blood from his face.
His gaze shifted to the members who had just fought alongside Fang Xin. After seeing them, Zhang Zhen knew that these men had now become Fang Xin's loyal followers, completely devoted to him. He realized he had provoked more than just Fang Xin alone.
Struggling to his feet from the ruins, Zhang Zhen dusted himself off and looked at the enemy corpses on the ground. He was filled with doubt, wondering if the intelligence was wrong. Otherwise, how could this Strength-based Mangfu have killed that Level 9 Warrior enemy?
He gave a look to the subordinate who had come with him, and the subordinate understood, immediately leading men forward to help clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.
After checking, the subordinate returned to Zhang Zhen's side, looking somewhat surprised. "Zhen Ge, these people are from the Nine Nether Special Forces! The leader, identified by his badge, is indeed a Level 9 Warrior! There are also two other corpses on the ground who are Level 8 Warriors! The intelligence wasn't wrong!"
Zhang Zhen was filled with doubt, staring at Fang Xin's back. "So, Fang Xin killed a Level 9 Warrior enemy?"
The subordinate continued, "I just checked the bodies. That body was smashed by a fist; it's clearly the work of a Strength-based Mangfu. An ordinary person couldn't deliver that kind of power!"
Zhang Zhen recalled the momentum with which Fang Xin had struck him earlier. Even though he had deliberately held back due to a guilty conscience, allowing Fang Xin to hit him, he had seen very clearly that Fang Xin showed no fear of him at all. It seemed Fang Xin didn't even put him, a Level 9 Warrior vice-captain, in his eyes.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhen couldn't help but lick his lips. If Fang Xin really killed that Level 9 Warrior enemy, then it meant Fang Xin was much stronger than him. On second thought, since Old Master Ye gave Fang Xin the position of Battalion Commander, it proved that Fang Xin must have extraordinary abilities, and Old Master Ye rarely put people into the Ninth Division.
At this point, Zhang Zhen suddenly felt that trying to trip up this newly arrived Battalion Commander might have been too foolish. Because of his resentment, he almost caused trouble. Zhang Zhen grew more conflicted the more he thought about it, wondering whether to humble himself and apologize to Fang Xin.
However, on second thought, Fang Xin had just arrived, and he had already tried to trip him up. Many people in the Ninth Division had seen it. If he bowed to Fang Xin so quickly, wouldn't he lose too much face?
With a certain amount of arrogance in his bones and his self-esteem at play, Zhang Zhen decided to wait a bit, pretending to be at odds for a while. Once others gradually realized Fang Xin was truly deserving, then he would formally bow to Fang Xin. It would be reasonable, and he wouldn't lose so much face!
Fang Xin inspected the corpses on the ground and also thoroughly searched their spatial rings. He put the Crescent Moon Scimitar into his spatial ring and equally divided various supplements and similar items with the teammates he had just fought alongside.
The members of Bai Yulin's squad were a bit embarrassed, but Fang Xin waved his hand, saying there was no need. As a Battalion Commander, giving enough incentives to his subordinates would make them willing to risk their lives. Otherwise, who would risk their life for a monthly salary of eight hundred yuan?
This made the few people Zhang Zhen brought with him envious. This Battalion Commander Fang was truly generous. If they had arrived even a little earlier, they would certainly have gotten a share of the spoils. They couldn't help but cast a lingering glance at Zhang Zhen, which made Zhang Zhen frown again.
Fang Xin noticed a strange badge on one of the corpses. After scanning it with his zhilian device, he discovered that these people belonged to an organization called Nine Nether within the Eternal Night Army.
The name sounded familiar. Fang Xin thought carefully. A long, long time ago, right after graduating from school, before going to Sky Shield Academy, Chu Xinyao had invited him to the aquarium. They encountered a group of people who tried to harm Chu Xinyao, and the leader of that group was from Nine Nether.
He didn't expect to encounter them again in this place. Now, with battles erupting everywhere, the entire city was in chaos, and people were constantly pouring in from outside the city.
Fang Xin turned his head and sternly shouted at Zhang Zhen, "What are you standing around for? Get back to your posts!"
Zhang Zhen feigned an expression of defiance, then led his men and turned to leave.
Fang Xin's gaze returned to the two Judicators.
He then noticed that Judge Number Two, who had originally been wandering in Zone C, was now heading towards Zone B, where Judge Number Eleven was located.
So much time had passed, and not even a single armpit hair of the King of Reincarnation had been found.
But Fang Xin stared at Judge Number Two. After several hours of surveillance, Fang Xin realized that this bastard didn't seem to be after the King of Reincarnation; it seemed more like he was after Judge Number Eleven.
Fang Xin looked at the city, embroiled in battles everywhere, and then at the direction of Judge Number Two. Judge Number Two, being in front, could see the Judicator behind him.
That meant Judge Number Two could track Judge Number Eleven's movements. Furthermore, Judge Number Two now had several people constantly accompanying him.
Fang Xin's heart jolted. Looking at the various forces continually rushing into the city, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.
This Judge Number Two didn't seem to be after the King of Reincarnation at all. If this bastard was from another faction, then he was very likely after Judge Number Eleven.
If a Judicator is killed, the person who kills him will usurp his Judicator qualification. If this Judge Number Two finds Judge Number Eleven and has his own people kill Judge Number Eleven, then wouldn't he be able to control the King of Reincarnation later on?
Fang Xin stared at Judge Number Two, who was gradually approaching Judge Number Eleven.
He felt this conjecture becoming clearer and clearer.
Grandma Li's jelly suck!
This absolutely cannot happen!
Only I can cheat; others cannot. My cheating is to encourage other players to better hone their own strength, but others cheating affects game balance and destroys the game environment! Maintaining balance starts with me!
To verify his suspicion, Fang Xin found an excuse, pretending to go patrol other squads. He then left a clone here, while his true self, after disguising, quickly headed towards Judge Number Two.
If it was truly as he suspected, then Fang Xin would have to stage a 'mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind' scenario.