Fang Xin’s eyebrows shot up.
He listened to Shi Tailang recount his various experiences as a little eunuch in his dream.
The kid couldn't help but pull open his waistband every now and then to check if his ‘magazine’ was still there.
He was the only male heir in the Shi family.
He was still a virgin.
(Censored, I'm saying that I, myself, have my own temper. I'm very easygoing, but if you step on my landmine, I'm very difficult to deal with, don't think I'm such a good Mr. Nice Guy! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!!!)
So his ‘lineage warehouse’ was more important than his life.
Just a moment ago, during a strange lapse in concentration, memories of having been a little eunuch were forcibly implanted in his mind. These memories simply wouldn't go away. Normally, after a dream, one would forget most of it upon waking, but this dream was like it had been embedded in his mind, and many details were very clear, as if he had personally experienced them.
The little fatty recalled the origin of this strange dream, tracing his memory back to when he went to find Fang Xin, and was dazed for a few minutes. Those short few minutes felt like a lifetime, and then he became like this.
In his memory, Fang Xin seemed to be chatting with someone, but the memory was a bit blurry, and he felt as if he was hallucinating. For a moment, he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, a feeling like waking up disoriented, unable to tell if it was morning or night.
“Xin Ge, were you just chatting with an older woman with a perm?”
“Was I?” Fang Xin asked, puzzled.
Shi Tailang scratched his head, “Why am I still so confused! I’m awake now, right! Xin Ge, hit me, let me confirm I’m awake!”
Fang Xin flicked Shi Tailang. Even a light flick from a Strength-based Awakened was enough to make other squishy Awakened suffer. With a 'thwack', Shi Tailang knelt on the ground, clutching his legs.
“Are you awake, little fatty?”
Shi Tailang clutched his crotch, “I couldn’t be more awake!”
The two went one after the other to rejoin the team.
By now, the fighting in the city was nearing its end.
The teams had already begun clearing the battlefield.
Everything concluded, and they prepared to regroup and return to base.
Among the six squads under Fang Xin, the three newly recruited squads had all come. As for the other three veteran squads, a Team Leader named Meng Xiaofeng did not follow Zhang Zhen this time, but led his squad to Fang Xin.
Two other squads hadn't arrived, and Fang Xin didn't wait for them at all, directly leading his squad to prepare for departure.
Zhang Zhen, somewhat concerned with appearances, still wanted to maintain his dignity. He deliberately held back for a bit, but when he rushed to the assembly point, he found that Fang Xin had already led his squad away. His face immediately became extremely unnatural. Originally, he was the one giving Fang Xin a hard time, but now the tables had turned, and Fang Xin was giving him a hard time.
On the way back, for such large-scale combat missions, squad leaders submit their combat achievement reports, which also need to be reviewed by both the Deputy Battalion Commander and the Battalion Commander. This is to prevent false claims of military achievements.
Fang Xin held his zhilian device, looking at the reports from the squads below. Zhang Zhen had approved all six squad reports. Fang Xin casually glanced at the reports from the three loyal squads and approved them. Meng Xiaofeng’s squad report was held up slightly and required four or five revisions before it was approved.
As for the reports submitted by the fickle Rui He and Hong Ping, who was very close to Zhang Zhen, Fang Xin directly rejected them.
But they didn't dare to complain about this, after all, everyone had witnessed their intentional delay in providing support earlier. If Fang Xin reported this matter, they would definitely be finished. A major disciplinary action would be unavoidable. If this matter were exposed, even if they used family connections to get assigned elsewhere, who would dare to work with them? Now that Fang Xin was holding up their reports, their subordinates wouldn't get military achievements, and they would certainly have a lot of complaints.
As a result, they were caught in a difficult position. Either they endured it, and the result would be their subordinates unleashing indiscriminate verbal attacks, tracing their family tree, using their mothers as the center, eighteen generations of ancestors as the radius, and expletives as the filling.
Or they could only humble themselves and apologize to Fang Xin.
Zhang Zhen clutched his zhilian device. Hong Ping grimaced as he approached, “Zhen Ge, what do we do? Those under me are already showing their displeasure. If my own merits are stripped, it’s fine, but if the merits of these few team members under me are stripped, that would truly put me on the hot seat.”
Rui He sat nearby, “Zhen Ge, these few under me are also getting restless. How about we go and humble ourselves to Team Leader Fang? That Meng Xiaofeng just humbled himself, and his report has already been approved. If you two don’t go, I’m going!”
Zhang Zhen clutched his zhilian device and grinned, “Damn it, I really underestimated this kid. I thought he was just a flashy but useless lightweight, but I didn’t expect him to be quite capable. First, he shows us his hard power, then he stabs us with a soft knife like this, directly putting us on the hot seat!”
Hong Ping bit his lip, “Damn it, you’re right. And he didn’t report your intentional delay in providing support, which clearly gives us a chance to bow down and apologize to him! I estimate he probably has a deadline in mind. If we don’t humble ourselves before the deadline, we might be disciplined.”
Zhang Zhen grimaced, “Damn it, I admit defeat. I’ll go humble myself and apologize. Are you two coming or not!”
Rui He chuckled, “Let’s go! He has the power, so it’s not shameful for us to humble ourselves, right!”
The plane landed, and Fang Xin had just reached his office.
Someone knocked on the door.
Zhang Zhen, accompanied by Hong Ping and Rui He, walked in from outside.
“Team Leader Fang!”
Fang Xin glanced at them, thinking they might hold out a bit longer, but he didn't expect them to come to apologize so quickly.
“Is there something you need?”
Rui He was the first to speak, grinning shamelessly, “Team Leader Fang, what we did before was indeed a bit excessive. We’ve come to apologize to you!”
Fang Xin said nothing, waiting for them to continue.
Rui He nudged Zhang Zhen with his elbow. Zhang Zhen cleared his throat and smiled somewhat awkwardly, “Team Leader Fang, before, I was narrow-minded and unconvinced, and almost messed up a big matter. I’ve come to sincerely apologize to you! I hope you, as a great man, won’t hold a grudge against a small one. From now on, I will follow your lead!”
Fang Xin’s gaze swept across their faces, “Alright, I understand.”
The few men froze, “Team Leader Fang, the military achievements of the brothers under us...”
“I have my own considerations for this matter! Is there anything else?”
The few men exchanged glances, then bowed slightly to Fang Xin and successively walked out.
Fang Xin watched their retreating figures. If he had resolved the matter as soon as they apologized, wouldn't that be too easy for them? He decided to hold them back and observe them first.
He opened his computer. He was now a Battalion Commander and had the authority to investigate certain matters.
As Fang Xin clicked to view his parents’ case file.
He heard angry shouts from outside.
He couldn't help but cock an ear and listen.
He heard someone banging on a table and roaring, “Gong Siyuan, what the hell are you doing! The mission wasn't completed, and the Judicator card in your hand was even killed. Can you still do your job? If not, get out of this position! Let a capable person take over as Deputy Director!”
The voice sounded like an old man, likely a veteran figure from the Ninth Division.
“Old Wang, please calm down. You must be tired from the journey. Let’s go eat something first!” Sikong Zhao’s voice came, trying to smooth things over.
Fang Xin raised an eyebrow. Even Sikong Zhao had to call him Old Wang. What kind of status did he have?
Unexpectedly, the other party fumed, “Eat what the hell! I’m already full of anger! The mission turned out like this, and he, as the decision-maker, is primarily responsible! Don’t talk about writing reports to summarize combat experience, or what the hell about learning lessons! It’s all bullshit!
Everyone, use your brains and think. If Nine Nether could accurately locate Judge Number Eleven, what does that prove? It proves they have other Judicators ranked before Judge Number Eleven! Have you ever considered, what if the Judicator they have is ranked very high? What if it’s Zero Arbiter! He could control the King of Slaughter! That would be a royal flush! We’d all be screwed!”