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three seconds.

A full three seconds of silence.

Then the guards realized what was happening.

"Assassination!"

A loud shout shattered the silence.

Around the hall, eight of the Martial King's guards simultaneously drew their swords and surrounded Lin Feng.

The alarm went off.

The entire headquarters building's defense system was activated, and dense footsteps echoed through the corridors as more Martial Grandmaster and Martial King level guards rushed towards the hall.

Lin Feng stood between the two corpses, and the mountain was still dripping blood.

He held the knife horizontally in front of his chest, his vital energy slightly radiating outwards.

Eight guards rushed to within five meters of him.

"Stop, everyone."

Zhou Che's voice wasn't loud.

But the eight guards' feet were planted firmly on the ground, unable to move an inch.

The oppressive aura of a Martial Saint descended from the main seat, covering the entire hall.

Everyone's breathing became heavier.

"Sheathe your sword and step back."

The eight guards looked at each other, hesitated for half a second, then sheathed their swords and returned to their original positions.

The guards who rushed in were stopped by the people at the door, who all craned their necks to look inside.

Zhou Che stood up from the main seat.

He walked down the steps, one step at a time, neither too fast nor too slow.

Everyone in the hall automatically made way.

Zhou Che walked up to Lin Feng and stopped.

The two were three steps apart.

The Martial Saint versus the Martial Clan.

Lin Feng gripped the Mountain-Splitting Blade, not sheathing it.

His hair stood on end, and he was on edge.

Zhou Che looked at him, then at the two headless corpses on the ground.

half an hour.

"Two Martial Kings, one strike."

Lin Feng remained silent.

"The speed of your strike just now exceeded my expectations." Zhou Che stretched out his hand and gestured in the air to illustrate the trajectory of the gale.

"If they had prepared a defense, this strike wouldn't have killed two of them. But you timed it perfectly, catching them off guard."

"A gossipy person dies quickly." Lin Feng tossed Lie Shan over his shoulder.

Zhou Che stared at him for three seconds, then suddenly grinned.

The scar that ran across his entire face twisted into a curved arc as he smiled, and paired with his full head of silver hair, he looked indescribably fierce.

"Good! A gossipy person dies quickly!"

He laughed loudly twice, the laughter echoing in the hall.

After laughing, he turned to face the officers in the room.

"I'd like to say a few words about what happened today."

Everyone held their breath.

"Qian Peng and Huang Kun were ordered by headquarters to go to the northern border to handle matters related to the Class B rift. After arriving at their post, they used thirty veterans as cannon fodder to scout ahead, resulting in the deaths of twenty-nine people. Did anyone here know about this beforehand?"

No one said a word.

"I don't know either." Zhou Che's voice calmed down. "Headquarters sent them because they are Martial King level combatants, not to have them sacrifice lives to fill a hole."

He paused for a moment.

"Twenty-nine lives are not just a number."

Upon hearing this, the officers who had initially wanted to speak up for Qian Peng all shut their mouths.

Zhou Che turned around and faced Lin Feng.

"You killed two special envoys of the Martial King level in the headquarters lobby. According to military law, this is a capital offense."

Lin Feng didn't move.

"but."

Zhou Che emphasized the word.

"Two Martial Kings joined forces and were killed by you in a single strike. This shows that their strength is not worthy of the title of Martial King, and the face of the provincial envoy is not worth exchanging a genius for."

He stretched out his hand.

"Kid, would you be willing to come under my command?"

The crowd erupted again.

Qin Haotian stood in the corner by the door, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.

The general personally recruited him?

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't find such a good thing even with a lantern.

Lin Feng looked down at Zhou Che's outstretched hand.

"What kind of treatment?"

Zhou Che paused for a moment, then laughed.

This kid's first question was about salary.

"Headquarters-direct-command special operations unit, with the rank of Second Lieutenant. Monthly salary of 200,000, plus combat merit subsidies. You are free to choose any Northern Rift to carry out missions, and all profits are yours; you do not need to hand them over."

This condition caused everyone present to gasp in surprise.

Second Lieutenant, that's a mid-level officer rank in the regular army.

How could an 18-year-old jump straight to this position?

Lin Feng thought for two seconds.

"All the magic cores and resources obtained from the rift, are they really all mine? I don't have to hand over 40%?"

"Need not."

"OK."

Lin Feng grasped Zhou Che's hand.

"Then I need to add one condition."

"explain."

"Commander Li Zhenguo of the Sixth Defense Line must not be touched; he's a true hero. Also, the pensions for the twenty-nine veterans killed by Qian Peng and his men must be paid at the highest standard, not a penny less."

Zhou Che nodded.

"Of course."

The handshake is complete.

Zhou Che turned and walked towards the main seat. After taking two steps, he tossed out a sentence without looking back.

"Oh, right, clean up those two bodies on the ground, pick up their heads and wipe off the blood."

Two guards quickly stepped forward and dragged the body away.

Lin Feng stood in the center for a while.

Qin Haotian jogged over, speaking in a low voice.

"Brother Lin, do you know how dangerous that was for you? If General Zhou had ordered an ambush, you wouldn't have been able to escape from those dozens of Martial Grandmasters and Martial Kings here!"

"But he didn't give the order."

How do you know he can't?

Lin Feng inserted the Rift Mountain back behind him.

"I guess the general is a reasonable person."

Qin Haotian's face was filled with shock.

Lin Feng stopped arguing with him.

He walked towards the exit of the hall, but when he reached the door, he was stopped by a young officer in a black military uniform.

"Commander Lin, please follow me. Headquarters has arranged a new unit card and authorization token for you."

The young officer was respectful, his attitude completely different from before.

"Wait a minute." Lin Feng took the organization card and flipped through it. "It says 'Third-Level Commander, Second Lieutenant' on it?"

"Yes."

Have the business cards been printed?

The officer paused for a moment, then said, "Not yet. We need your confirmation before we can print."

"Don't print so much on it."

"What should we print?"

"Just print the four characters 'Lieutenant Lin Feng,' anything more is unnecessary."

The officer's lips moved a few times, and he cautiously offered a flattering remark: "Yes! Impressive enough!"

Lin Feng followed him out of the hall.

In the corridor, several officers huddled in a corner, whispering amongst themselves.

"Who is that kid? He killed two Martial Kings with a single strike?"

"The General didn't pursue the matter and even gave him the rank of Second Lieutenant?"

"Second Lieutenant? That's the same rank as us!"

"Equal rank my foot! Go try and cut down two Martial Kings with one strike!"

Lin Feng's footsteps faded into the distance.

The discussion continued.

Starting today, the layout of the provincial capital's martial arts headquarters will have one more name.

Lieutenant Lin.