Today's weather was definitely not cool, even though it had only been a short while since the court ended.
It was definitely not the hottest time of the day at noon.
But for Sheng Xia,
If you stood under the sun for less than a quarter of an hour,
It was enough to sweat profusely.
The blue brick gate of the drill ground,
The walls that were as tall as a few people, and the red flags that fluttered in the wind … surrounded the entire drill ground into a hot-blooded city filled with the smell of sour sweat.
Isolated from the hustle and bustle of the 'city', only the staunch and heroic charm of a man remained.
The soldiers in military uniforms who filled the drill ground were sweating profusely,
Those who waved their guns,
Those who waved their swords,
Those who drew their bows, those who wielded their broadswords,
Their faces were filled with a murderous aura, and their taut muscles shone under the sun.
Lord Chen, on the other hand, was wearing an official's robe, a black veil on his head, an auspicious silk robe, and a wide belt around his waist.
He was tall and straight, but he looked somewhat scholarly.
This was probably the part where all stalwart men would appear weak and frail.
This was a place that belonged to the warriors who fought on the battlefield.
Chen Jue frowned and looked around,
He was watching leisurely,
He saw Zhang Minglei wearing a martial arts suit,
Bare-chested and holding a broadsword in his hand, he walked towards him under the lead of a soldier.
Chen Jue gave a rare smile.
However, it was fine if he didn't smile. At most, he would make people feel that he was aloof and stern.
At this moment, his smile revealed a sense of superiority and pride.
In Zhang Minglei's opinion, it was very annoying.
The soldier had already told him that Lord Chen had come with a temporary commander's seal.
The Emperor had granted him the right to assist in the case. Within fifteen days, the five infantry battalions in the capital could be selected and dispatched by Chen Jue.
Zhang Minglei had roughly understood that he should have the right to ask, but not the right to stop.
"Lord Chen, your presence brings light to the drill ground." Zhang Minglei smiled and greeted Chen Jue.
Under the sunlight, his muscles expanded and contracted with his movements, as if he was showing off to Chen Jue, or mocking Chen Jue's weakness.
The frail Lord Chen stood there calmly with a smile on his face. He did not feel uncomfortable at all because he was with a group of muscular men.
There was no jealousy or envy in his eyes.
He had never felt that there was anything to be proud of about being a walking chicken.
Moreover … Chen Jue's smile at this moment had a bit of undisguised mockery. The commander in front of him was using clumsy idioms that were really laughable.
Such a rotten place full of sour stench … Bringing light to my humble dwelling?
You seem to be insulting your teacher.
Although Zhang Minglei was a boorish man, he could still sense the ridicule in Chen Jue's smile. He couldn't maintain his smile, and flames began to burn in his thick chest.
The minister of Dali Monastery in front of him was not ashamed of borrowing people every two to three days. Now, he actually came here to flaunt his power and transfer people?
Were the people he raised pigs and dogs? Couldn't he solve the problem himself and not trouble his brother's yamen?
The two of them had only met face to face, but the 'flames' between them had already made the people around them feel oppressed.
Many of the centurions who were training nearby took their soldiers and moved to a distance to train. They were afraid that if the city gate was on fire, they would be implicated.
Chen Jue was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhang Minglei. He hated being entangled with such brainless people the most.
Even an extra exchange of glances was a waste of his precious time.
He glanced at Wang Yi, and Wang Yi immediately took a step forward and shook out the temporary commander's seal that was bestowed by the emperor.
Zhang Minglei glanced at it, but did not wait for Chen Jue to select the soldiers.
His gaze fell on Wang Yi's hand that was holding the commander's seal. It was missing a little finger and half a ring finger. He suddenly smiled coldly.
"No wonder Lord Chen wants to transfer people from my infantry battalion. It seems that Dali Monastery really has no one to use. Even the disabled are used as guards. It's really sad and pitiful."
His tone suddenly became a little sharp. Many people around heard Zhang Minglei's voice and looked over. Those people quickly discovered Wang Yi's hand. Although it had healed completely, the broken limb would never be able to recover.
Wang Yi's face suddenly flushed red. His sword-like eyebrows exploded at this moment, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He clenched his fists, and his arms and even his whole body were trembling slightly.
He gritted his teeth, his cheeks were tight, his temples were slightly bulging, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
This wolf dog, who used to be gentle and peaceful, suddenly seemed to have his wolfish nature ignited. His whole body became flammable and explosive because of restraint and anger.
At this moment, if it was Li Xiao standing opposite Wang Yi, he would probably be scared to tears by his appearance.
But …
Zhang Minglei glanced at Wang Yi, but only smiled disdainfully.
On the battlefield, he had seen a lot of people who wanted to eat him alive and the enemies who wanted to take his life.
Compared to those ferocious eyes, Wang Yi was even "cute".
In the eyes of soldiers like them, such a disability was no different from a piece of trash.
In the world, as a man, the most unbearable humiliation was probably the word "trash".
Chen Jue did not need to look back to know what Wang Yi looked like at this moment.
He smiled coldly, but he did not get angry.
Lord Chen was still standing there. He did not get angry because Governor Zhang mocked his guard for being disabled.
With Lord Chen's temper, this was not easy.
If Lord Chen was not angry, Wang Yi could only endure it. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes looked as if they were about to cry blood, but he could only … endure it!
Chen Jue stood there proudly. His expression was confident and calm, which was completely different from Wang Yi.
He did not seem to be ashamed of Wang Yi's "disability". He did not even think that Wang Yi's "disability" was something that was worthy of being used by others to attack Wang Yi or him.
He sneered softly and glanced at the young general behind Zhang Minglei.
The young general had been following behind Zhang Minglei. He stood like a pine tree and his eyes were sharp.
He was obviously an extraordinary person, which was why Zhang Minglei took him as a personal guard.
This kind of personal bodyguard was usually extremely strong in the army. They were also exceptionally intelligent and could fight loyally.
After all, on the battlefield, only such a guard would dare to entrust his back to him.
"Is this your guard?" Jue Chen pointed at the young general and asked in a dismissive tone.
Zhang Minglei did not need to turn around to know who Chen Jue was talking about. "Yes."
"He looks energetic. His limbs are quite healthy." Chen Jue's tone was a little sarcastic, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable, even though it sounded like a compliment …
Zhang Minglei furrowed his brows, his facial expression changing before he finally opened his mouth and said, "That's only natural. Everyone in my camp is a good and strong soldier. I naturally won't accept the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Commander Zhao is an elite soldier that I picked out from thousands of people."
He seemed to be implying that Wang Yi couldn't even come in if he wanted to, let alone become his personal guard.
He was not qualified.
Chen Jue nodded, and then said nonchalantly, "Why don't you let this young general guide this disabled soldier of mine?"
When Wang Yi heard this, his spirit was lifted. His eyes suddenly widened, revealing a sharp light. He looked at Zhang Minglei and Commander Zhao behind him.
Zhang Minglei was a little surprised. He thought that Chen Jue dared to say such a thing. Was he not afraid that this disabled soldier would be beaten to the point of pissing his pants and lose face in front of so many soldiers?
After all, if this crippled soldier were to lose, he wouldn't just lose face for himself, he would lose face for Chen Jue!
The Dali Monastery's face!
After being stunned for a while, Chen Jue smiled coldly.
In terms of sneering, if he, Chen Jue, was ranked second, no one in the world would dare to be ranked first.
Zhang Minglei looked at Chen Jue's coordinated facial features and subtle mockery. The fire in his chest was instantly ignited.
He laughed loudly and said arrogantly, "I'm afraid that this disabled soldier will cry when he loses."
"You don't have to worry about that. It's not embarrassing to lose to Commander Zhang's capable young general.
Our country is vast and mighty. Your personal guard must be an elite that is hard to find even with the strength of the whole country. Even if he loses, it's still a learning experience. "Chen Jue had built a few excuses for himself before the battle even started.
Wang Yi wanted to speak, but Chen Jue raised his hand. Although he did not look back, it was as if he had completely guessed Wang Yi's reaction.
Wang Yi was stunned. Did Lord Chen have eyes on the back of his head?
Did he see Wang Yi wanting to speak but hesitating?
The disdain in Zhang Minglei's eyes deepened. When he thought of Chen Jue's ashen face after the disabled soldier lost, he felt infinite pleasure in his heart.
He pursed his lips and shook his neck. He turned to the young general and said, "Keep him alive."
"…" When Chen Jue heard his words, his face finally darkened, but he quickly returned to normal.
It was not strange for a brainless person to act recklessly.
The young general shouted loudly, appearing particularly high-spirited and awe-inspiring. He took a step forward and reached the edge of the drill ground. Then, he turned back and raised his chin at Wang Yi, indicating, "Grandson, follow me."
Wang Yi's face was calm. He took a step forward and suddenly stopped. He turned to Chen Jue and bowed deeply.
"Go ahead. Just fight casually. Don't be too serious." Chen Jue's voice was very calm, showing that he was not nervous at all.
Wang Yi's face was slightly red, but it was a red of excitement.
He raised his head and looked at Lord Chen, whom he had always admired. His eyes were slightly moist, sparkling, and filled with complicated and extraordinarily deep emotions.
He believed that he did not need to say anything more. Lord Chen would definitely understand.
As expected, Chen Jue waved his hand.
It was the same gesture that he liked to use on Wang Yi. However, this time, there was no impatience on his face. Instead, there was a bit of solemnity.
Wang Yi only nodded. Then, he turned around, straightened his back, and walked toward the young general called Zhao Tong.
The scene attracted the attention of the people practicing martial arts and single target shooting. Some stopped, some looked back from time to time, and some even walked directly toward them.
After a while, several groups of soldiers gathered around to watch.
All of them were burly and strong.
Anyone who was surrounded by such a group of people would feel a little unbalanced. However, Wang Yi stood at the side indifferently and looked at Zhao Tong coldly.
Zhao Tong's expression was very relaxed, unlike Wang Yi's solemn expression. He had a confident expression on his face, as if victory was already in his grasp.
Zhang Minglei crossed his arms and walked toward the circle of people under the hot sun.
Chen Jue raised his head and looked at the sky. He wiped his sweat impatiently and walked to the shadows by the wall. He looked like he was not concerned about the battle at all.
He despised the hot sun and was more concerned about whether he would get a heatstroke or something.
Many of the soldiers looked at Chen Jue and could not help but think, 'This Lord Chen of the Dali Monastery doesn't care about his personal soldiers too much.'
With such a leader, the remaining soldiers were really pitiful.
However … it was precisely because of such a high ranking official that he used such useless soldiers.
"Is there something wrong with Lord Chen's head?
It's bad enough that he came to our camp to transfer people, but he still wants to compete? "
"He's asking for humiliation."
"Who is he?
How did he get the commander's seal? "
"He's probably the bastard son that the emperor left outside."
"Don't talk nonsense —"
"Who is this soldier?
He's quite handsome, do you know him? "
"No, I guess he got here because of money."
"What a disgrace."
…
Amidst the ridicule of Chen Jue, the Dali Monastery, and the remaining soldiers, the soldiers who had seen Wang Yi and participated in a case with Wang Yi all had strange expressions on their faces.
They wanted to say something but stopped …
"I'll let you have three moves." Zhao Tong raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi didn't say anything. With a cold face, he took two steps toward Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong was still wearing a conceited expression, but when he saw Wang Yi's move, he was stunned. A layer of goosebumps appeared all over his body and his scalp was slightly numb — this was the alertness that he had trained for a long time on the battlefield!
He quickly pulled back his arm and didn't dare to be negligent as he hurriedly defended himself.
However, in a battle between two armies, there were sometimes milliseconds.
The first move would often have a great impact on the later stages of the battle.
Moreover, it was a battle between two top-notch soldiers. When the battle was intense, it would only take one move or even half a move.
Chen Jue was too fast. His change of hands and movements were beyond Zhao Tong's expectations — Zhao Tong, who didn't look at Wang Yi directly, couldn't use his absolute focus and posture.
"Bang!"
Wang Yi pulled back his fist. Before anyone could react, his other fist had already landed on Zhao Tong's face and fiercely smashed a heavy punch.
Just like the punch that made everyone cry out in surprise and stare in shock, Wang Yi didn't plan to hold back and didn't plan to 'casually' spar.
Zhao Tong was forced to take a step back by this punch. His entire head was buzzing in pain — Wang Yi had used the same fist with the missing finger to hit him.
Turning his head, Zhao Tong shouted loudly. He quickly understood that he had underestimated his opponent. He raised his arm slightly to block and prepared to change his defense into an attack to turn the situation around.
However, once Wang Yi gained the upper hand, how could he give others the chance to turn the tables?
This punch fiercely smashed into Zhao Tong's forehead. He didn't even see the path of Wang Yi's punch.
After his head was smashed twice, the scene in front of his eyes began to shake — how could this person's strength be so great?!
How could this be possible for a crippled soldier? This was definitely a person who practiced martial arts every day!
And it had to be the kind of person whose body had absolute talent!
The sounds of discussion all around quieted down almost as soon as Wang Yi threw out his first punch.
At this moment, other than the sound of fighting, there were no other sounds.
Perhaps there were sounds of people sucking in cold breaths.
They were sounds of surprise, no, astonishment.
In the distance, Chen Jue leaned against the stone wall and looked at the crowd of onlookers with a cold expression.
Inside the human wall, Zhao Tong was a soldier who had fought his way out of the battlefield. He was beaten until his head was dizzy and his eyes were seeing stars, but he still didn't admit defeat.
However, in order to have the strength to fight back, Zhao Tong finally had no choice but to take a big step back.
The human wall followed his movements and retreated. Governor Zhang's face darkened.
Zhao Tong was forced to retreat, but Wang Yi didn't allow Zhao Tong to retreat at all. He was like a maggot in a tarsal bone, nimbly catching up with Zhao Tong in one step. After going back and forth, he used his elbow to fiercely hit the side of Zhao Tong's neck —
There was an uproar all around. It was full of gritting teeth and sounds of pain and fear — as if this blow had hit their own body.
There was an artery in the side of the neck. If it was an ordinary person, it was normal for them to be knocked unconscious.
If it was a woman or a child, it wasn't impossible for them to die immediately.
Zhao Tong was forced to the point that his eyes turned red. After this, his face also turned red, as if he was suffocating.
Suddenly, a murderous aura rose. Zhao Tong gritted his teeth and fiercely released his strength.
Someone suddenly threw a sword at Zhao Tong from all around.
Zhao Tong reached out with his long arm and caught the sword in his hand.
In the next moment, another person threw a long gun into Wang Yi's hand.
When Wang Yi caught the gun, his eyes only turned and saw Xu Ting's calm face — unbelievably calm.
Although Wang Yi's murderous aura hadn't been aroused, the bloodlust all over his body didn't weaken at all. At this moment, he was more calm and composed than before.
With the long gun in his hand, he opened and closed wide.
With a sword in his hand, Zhao Tong's aura changed a lot.
The time the two of them took to catch their weapons also gave Zhao Tong time to breathe.
However, Wang Yi didn't care at all about giving Zhao Tong a breather. He stood there, holding the gun, and with a stroke of his long leg, the long gun broke through the air and opened up a piece of heaven and earth.
It was like adding wings to a tiger.
This time, Zhao Tong finally didn't 'let you have a few moves'. His hand suddenly shook, and a string of sword flowers stabbed towards Wang Yi.
Wang Yi's long gun swept horizontally. Zhao Tong nimbly dodged, not letting go of the sword flowers.
However, when Zhao Tong thought it was impossible, Wang Yi suddenly turned his wrist — Zhao Tong didn't even see how Wang Yi moved — the end of the gun in Wang Yi's hand swept towards the tip of Zhao Tong's sword.
With a sudden swing, the sword flowers shattered into countless scattered sword shadows, and the sword momentum was broken in one strike.
Zhao Tong was shocked, and the line of defense in his heart was suddenly broken — — Swordsmanship had always been his proudest point, and very few people could take three strikes from him.
He … … his momentum was actually broken in one strike by his opponent???
His eyes widened in disbelief, and his red face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wang Yi didn't seem to see his despair and stagnation. With a shake of his long gun, a large red cherry blossom appeared in the air. Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, Wang Yi slashed horizontally — — This heavy long gun in his hand was as nimble as a chopstick.
In the next moment, even though Zhao Tong forcefully pulled back his sword to block, he still used a considerable amount of speed — — this spear still forced Zhao Tong to take three steps back.
His face was pale, and he had already lost the will to win. His whole face was as white as paper, and his mind was in turmoil and defeat.
— — Wang Yi's long gun came again!
Zhang Minglei's face alternated between red and white. His palms were clenched into fists, and his eyes were like copper bells — — He didn't dare to believe it.
Other than those who had interacted with Wang Yi before and knew that this remnant soldier was' Wang Yi ', no one dared to believe it!
Unbelievable!!!
"Ah — —"
"Chief Zhao — —"
"Hiss — —"
"Huo — —"
"Ah!!!"
All around, there was a sudden uproar. All kinds of shocked and frightened voices exploded at the same time.
Chen Jue leaned against the wall and had already taken off his hat. He was leisurely fanning himself as he watched coldly from the side.
Zhao Tong was beaten back by Wang Yi continuously for ten times — — Yes!
Ten strikes!
Strikes!
Wang Yi didn't use the long gun's stabbing technique. He only used the Hong Ying spear as a rod, and forced Zhao Tong to take more than ten steps back!
In the army, this was already a great humiliation!
The faces of all the soldiers paled. Every soldier of the 5th Infantry Battalion on the drill ground had an ugly expression on their faces.
In their territory, where they woke up early and went to bed late every day, where they spilled blood and sweat to train, the best among them was beaten by a remnant soldier led by a civil official to the point where he couldn't even fight back!
Wang Yi hit Zhao Tong's joints from the bottom to the top — — Zhao Tong would be in pain for at least a month!
Finally, the fierce strike on Zhao Tong's back caused him to fall to the ground — —
Even though Zhao Tong made a sound and tried his best to stand up, his face was red and his lips were green. He was dizzy and couldn't support himself.
Xu Ting stepped forward and lifted Zhao Tong up. Seeing that Zhao Tong was still trembling, he finally stood up properly. Only then did he take a step back and hide in the crowd.
He looked at Wang Yi with a burning gaze.
Even though his expression was still indifferent, his eyes and slightly red face exposed his agitation.
Wang Yi stood in the middle of the drill ground. His two hands brushed the long gun in the air. The long gun drew an arc in the air and stood quietly beside him — — Everything was not so fierce, and even revealed a somewhat leisurely and unhurried tone.
His forehead was slightly wet with sweat, but it was far from being completely soaked. It showed that he hadn't used up all his strength and hadn't even fully warmed up.
His face was slightly red, and his long blade-like eyebrows were relaxed. His slender phoenix eyes were cold as he stared at Zhao Tong opposite him.
Although he was dressed in the Dali Monastery's slightly restrained and exquisite official clothing, it was not bold and unrestrained enough.
But at this moment, no one would doubt his heroic and tyrannical strength.
Everyone believed that under the somewhat loose clothes, there were muscles full of explosive power, and a valiant battle strength that could not be underestimated.
This remnant soldier with half a finger was exuding a terrifying heroic spirit, like a knife.
Zhang Minglei stood aside with a cold face. His lips were pale and pursed into a straight line.
He clenched his fists and his back was stiff.
Chen Jue finally walked over slowly from the wall. At this moment, Lord Chen, who was known to be a mean person, would not let go of this opportunity.
He stood beside Zhang Minglei and stood tall. Although his muscles were not as impactful as Zhang Minglei's, at this moment, everyone realized that Lord Chen was not shorter than Governor Zhang. In fact, he was even taller than Zhang Minglei by the length of a finger.
It was just that he was wearing court attire and his tall figure did not appear as imposing.
But … although Lord Chen's posture was calm and composed, his eyes, which were constantly shooting daggers, could not be a gentle person who was easy to bully.
"Is the Provincial Governor's Office a Tzu Chi facility?
Are all the people you take in beggars?
Why is it that the leader of the soldiers beside you is not as good as the disabled people in my yamen? "Chen Jue's voice was faint, but everyone around him heard it clearly.
The officers and soldiers who were bare-chested suddenly blushed. There were even some who took a step forward and seemed to want to beat Chen Jue up, but they were stopped by the Commander of the Thousand Guards beside them.
Chen Jue did not care about the hostility of the entire drill ground. He was indifferent, as if he was chatting casually with Zhang Minglei.
Yes, he was just returning Governor Zhang's words to him. How come you can talk nonsense with me, but I can't reply politely?
Hmph, how could there be such a logic in this world!
It turned out that the words Chen Jue said a few minutes ago, "Wang Yi lost to Governor Zhang's capable young general, so it's not shameful."
The meaning behind his words was: If the personal soldiers that Governor Zhang had chosen and cultivated with the strength of the entire country were not as good as a disabled soldier like himself, then … it would be shameful!
Zhang Minglei seemed to have finally understood something. His entire body trembled with anger and shame.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Jue, then looked at the young man standing on the side with his spear.
It was not until the moment he lost, when the young general Zhao Tong could not stand up, that Zhang Minglei suddenly remembered —
Did Chen Jue have a martial arts champion by his side?
"His name … is Wang Yi?"
Chen Jue turned his face, glanced at him arrogantly, and said indifferently, "His name is Wang Yi."
Yes, his name was Wang Yi!
Wang Yi pursed his lips and looked at Lord Chen.
He looked at Lord Chen, who was as calm and indifferent as ever.
This Lord Chen, who was always scolding him!
This Lord Chen, who was always looking down on him!
Wang Yi was full of hot blood, but he gradually calmed down. At the moment of victory, at the moment when Lord Chen casually counterattacked Zhang Minglei for him, and at the moment when Lord Chen confirmed his name, it turned into a slight bitterness and a slow joy and satisfaction.
Before the battle, Lord Chen felt that he would definitely win — he would definitely win against anyone on the drill ground.
There was no doubt at all.
Absolute trust.
Zhang Minglei opened his mouth, but he did not know what to say.
Shame, awkwardness, heat all over his body, and anger in his belly.
In front of all the subordinates and soldiers on the drill ground, the five infantry battalions lost face, and he, the commander of the Nine Gates, lost face.
What should he say?
He only felt his throat dry and his whole body cold.
Just before Chen Jue said something even more infuriating, a soldier suddenly reported.
Then, a eunuch from the Imperial City came to pass on the emperor's message —
"Commander Zhang, His Majesty has ordered you to enter the palace for a discussion."
Zhang Minglei blinked, took a deep breath, looked at Chen Jue, and did not say anything. He responded to the eunuch a few times, and did not even have time to stuff money into the old eunuch's sleeve. He turned around and hurried out of the drill ground.
The old eunuch looked at Zhang Minglei's arrogant face, curled his lips, and cursed in his heart, "What a tough guy who doesn't even know how to be polite."
While the old eunuch was cursing in his heart, he noticed that Lord Chen, who had always been scolded by the eunuchs for not knowing etiquette and having a face as smelly as sh * t, was actually smiling at him in a very friendly manner.
"Oh, Lord Chen."
The old eunuch was flattered and hurriedly bowed. He felt that Chen Jue, the cold-faced King of Hell, was being "polite", but he did not know what it meant.
Gloomy …
He felt uneasy and hurriedly left.
Chen Jue looked indifferently at the people who scattered around, and then looked at the back of Zhang Minglei, who was washing up and getting changed in preparation to meet His Majesty. Then, he waved his hand and called the deputy general to him. He did not care that the deputy general's face was as black as iron, and arrogantly ordered him around.
No matter how humiliated you felt, a loss was a loss. Not only did you have to obey the authority, but you also had to obey the winner.
…
On the other side …
Zhang Minglei's face was pale. After washing up, he put on his court clothes and walked out of the screen to see the military doctor treating Zhao Tong's wound.
He took big strides and was about to walk out of the house, but he looked up at the sky and sighed. He stopped and turned back to Zhao Tong.
"You don't have to be upset. Although he defeated you in a one-on-one battle, he might not be useful on the battlefield."
Zhang Minglei looked at his junior general who was in a daze and seemed to have lost his soul. He helplessly said with a gloomy face, "That person is Wang Yi, the martial arts champion four years ago …"
He was the number one person who had fought his way out of the country.
…
On the field of the Fifth Infantry Battalion —
"These one hundred people are under your command. They are responsible for searching for Liu Rui in the city." Chen Jue covered his eyes with his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Yes, Sir." Wang Yi, whose blood was boiling, did not look tired at all. Instead, he was full of excitement and agitation.
Chen Jue nodded. He thought for a moment and said, "Do you need me to tell you what to do?"
"… No need, Sir."
Wang Yi hesitated for a moment and was worried that he would not be able to satisfy Sir. But after thinking about it, he still answered decisively.
He … he had to work hard and show Sir some results.
He could not … he could not always be a burden to Sir, like a child who had not been weaned off milk.
Thinking of this, Wang Yi stood up straight again. His face was full of encouragement.
Chen Jue stared at him for a moment and sighed and waved his hand.
Even a stupid bird would have to fly.
He looked up at the sky —
This … damn the sun. It was giving him a headache!
Chen Jue nodded at Wang Yi and walked out of the field —
His carriage was outside.
Now, it should be time for dinner.