The unruly Guard Corps members

"You're not quite there yet to ambush me."

The man who slammed the table reacted quickly, catching the half of the identity card that was thrown at him.

He sneered repeatedly, thinking the plaque was some kind of Hidden Weapon that had failed to launch a sneak attack and had been grabbed by the hand.

At that moment, he felt a little smug.

So the opponent's strength is nothing special; he was even able to catch the things they threw.

This indicates their strength is not very good.

Thinking of this, he felt a sense of relief.

He was worried about the opponent's strength and even brought up the Spirit Hall to intimidate them.

However, he immediately suppressed this small bit of joy.

What if the other person just threw it away casually?

What if the opponent is truly exceptionally skilled?

You mustn't use your hands.

At least he can't take the initiative.

When it comes to taking action, it's a collective effort; one person can't be the only one to suffer misfortune.

"You dare to make a move here? You've got some nerve! I think you're tired of living. Your actions have violated the rules of the Spirit Hall, and no matter who you are, you won't escape today!"

The man who slammed his hand on the table suddenly raised his voice, then looked around and shouted, "What are we waiting for if we don't make a move now?!"

Although the man who slammed the table had just been arguing with the others, he was still a member of the Guard Corps.

Now that outsiders are here, they should naturally unite as one.

The crowd's expressions turned hostile, their eyes fixed on Li Mubai as if they were sizing up prey!

Several men even rolled up their sleeves, revealing their thick, muscular arms.

They rubbed their hands together, eager to fight, and swarmed forward.

Hehehe...

Li Mubai suddenly chuckled.

The bearded man frowned, his face showing wariness. Why was he laughing?

Does the other side have some kind of backup plan?

As soon as the idea popped into his head, the bearded man immediately confirmed his guess.

If that weren't the case, the other party should have already escaped. Since they faced an attack from several of them without retreating, it shows that they have enough confidence!

Even so.

They were determined to defeat their opponent; even if they were outmatched, they could not retreat!

Because this is the Guard Corps's base.

Anyone who trespasses on our territory, regardless of who they are, shall be apprehended immediately!

This was an ironclad rule set by that elder, and even though he was no longer there, they still consciously abided by it.

Hesitation was ingrained in their very being.

Despite their various speculations, the group continued to press forward step by step, using coercion.

"Don't you even look at what you're holding?"

Li Mubai's laughter stopped abruptly as he stared at the man who had slammed his hand on the table.

The identity token is still in the other party's possession.

Upon hearing Li Mubai's words, the man who slammed his hand on the table froze, and Nian, who was about to take a step forward, also stopped.

What's the meaning?

He stared at Li Mubai's smiling face, completely bewildered.

Is the other party just trying to stall for time so they can leave?

Impossible.

If the other party wanted to leave, they should have seized the opportunity they were given. Could the thing in their hand not be some kind of Hidden Weapon? I wondered.

The man who slammed his hand on the table looked down and gazed at the hand holding the token.

Open your palm.

Finally, I saw its true form.

A simple, bronze-colored plaque with only one large character written on it.

Make!

Upon seeing this word, the man who slammed his hand on the table's pupils contracted sharply.

It was as if I had been struck by lightning; my whole body was numb and I couldn't move at all.

"This, this is..."

He opened his mouth slightly, unable to speak for Jiujiu.

Others saw this.

They couldn't help but turn their gaze over there.

In the outstretched palm, an ancient-looking identity plaque lay quietly.

When they saw the large character above it, everyone was stunned.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

However, this tense atmosphere did not last long.

Three breaths later.

Someone finally came to their senses and shouted, "It's the commander's ID badge!"

Everyone was shocked.

A moment later, their faces fell.

"Where did you obtain this identity? Tell me the truth now!"

The bearded man said in a deep voice.

"That's right, quickly confess the truth to avoid physical punishment."

"You think you can rule us with just a token? That's wishful thinking! Our Guard Corps will always belong to only one person!"

Li Mubai laughed, "What if this identity token was personally bestowed upon me by the Pope? What would you do then? Would you acknowledge me as your leader, or... disobey the Pope's orders?"

In an instant.

Everyone shut their mouths, not daring to say anything more.

After a while.

The man who slammed his fist on the table broke the silence:

"It's impossible for you to make us obey you based on your own words alone. Who knows how you obtained this token? Also, please state your identity!"

"Me..."

Li Mubai smiled:

"Li Mubai, the tenth elder of the Elder Hall. You may also call me... the Wine Sword Immortal."

The Wine Sword Immortal!

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

This name is widely known.

If it were just the name Li Mubai, some of them might not even know it.

But he could never forget the name "Sword Immortal of Wine Sword Immortal."

Just recently.

Battle of the Two Titled Douluo.

They also went to stop and watch, and the opening poem filled them with admiration and respect.

How could anyone not be shocked to hear Li Mubai reveal his identity?

"You're the Tenth Elder?"

The bearded man's voice still betrayed disbelief.

Just as he asked the question.

An indifferent and immense pressure suddenly erupted within the small room.

Everyone felt as if they were in the middle of a vast ocean, realizing their own insignificance, as if they would be swallowed up and killed by the surging waves at any moment.

It only took a short while.

Beads of sweat immediately appeared on their foreheads.

My whole body started trembling uncontrollably.

The bones made a creaking sound.

It felt like carrying a heavy burden on one's shoulders, making it unbearable.

"So, is this evidence sufficient?"

Gathering his aura, Li Mubai revealed a kind expression.

However, at this moment, no one dared to underestimate the young man in front of them anymore.

Many people wiped the sweat from their foreheads with their sleeves, their eyes filled with a hint of awe.

Li Mubai revealed his strength not because he loved to show off, nor because he wanted to impress these people.

In the military, the strong are respected.

This is an unchanging ironclad rule.

Showing off one's strength can save a lot of boring and meaningless talk, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Greetings, Tenth Elder.

Everyone realized what was happening and bowed in unison.

"Your attitude is very good, I'm very pleased."

I just don't really like the way you're addressed.

This plaque is an identity token personally bestowed by the Pope. What do you think I should be called?

Li Mubai did not accept the respectful titles bestowed upon him by the crowd.

Everyone froze, exchanging glances.

In their hearts.

They had only one leader, the original elder.

Although their leader has been gone for many years, they still hold him in high esteem.

Now Li Mubai wants them to address him as "leader," which they cannot accept.

In the past.

That elder had treated them very well; how could they betray him and pledge allegiance to someone else?

"It's alright if you don't call out. We just came today to familiarize ourselves with the place."

Just as everyone was in a dilemma, Li Mubai spoke up, interrupting their predicament.

Before anyone could say anything...

Li Mubai glanced at the crowd with disdain and continued:

"Look at yourselves. Beards, greasy faces, hair so thick it could be squeezed for oil, disheveled clothes, reeking of alcohol, and the dust and trash on the ground... Is this what the Guard Corps looks like?"

Li Mubai smiled disdainfully.

"To be honest, even if you were given to me, I wouldn't want trash like you, you're like rotten mud in a stinking ditch, good for nothing."

The man who slammed his fist on the table, with a fiery temper, immediately blushed and retorted.

"If you don't want to be the leader, then what are you doing here?! Why don't you just get out?"

Li Mubai burst into laughter, then stopped abruptly and stared at him.

You think I wanted to come?

If it weren't for Bibi Dong's repeated instructions...

"Why would I come to this godforsaken place, to this stinking cesspool?"

The offensive words immediately made the veins on their foreheads throb.

Li Mubai likened their address to a cesspool.

Isn't this indirectly comparing the people living here to a pile of shit?

This is practically grinding their self-esteem under their feet.

And.

As they were talking.

Li Mubai's gaze swept across the room, carrying a strong sense of disdain.

How can we prevent them from getting angry?

"You!"

The bearded man pointed at Li Mubai, too angry to speak.

Others also had something to say.

But as the words were about to come out, he suddenly realized that he couldn't refute Li Mubai's words no matter what.

Their room was considered good; the other rooms were even worse in terms of hygiene. Some people even got drunk and used the dormitory as a toilet, relieving themselves there.

Therefore, it's normal for this dormitory to smell bad.

However, after staying there for a while, they found it somewhat bearable.

Mainly.

What can you do if you can't stand it?

Could they possibly ask someone else to clean this place up?

It's good enough if you can sweep the snow in front of your own door.

How can I care about other things?

"Notify all personnel to assemble at the training ground."

If it weren't for the Pope, I wouldn't have time to waste with a bunch of trash like you.

After I complete my task, you can do whatever you want with me.

Li Mubai finished speaking.

Without giving them a chance to reply, he left the room and walked out of the dormitory gate.

"Old Li, why are you out so quickly?"

Outside the dormitory.

The Demon Bear asked, puzzled.

He thought Li Mubai would be staying inside for a long time.

He knew those thugs inside were not easy to deal with.

Perhaps coercion can make those people obey temporarily, but they will not be truly convinced in their hearts.

"You Old Demon, you dare to trick me? It stank in there and you didn't even warn me?"

Li Mubai feigned anger and walked towards the Demon Bear, making a move as if to strike someone.

"Haha... isn't this just to let you get used to it in advance?"

Upon learning that Li Mubai had been humiliated, the Demon Bear burst into laughter.

Screw your early adaptation.

Li Mubai was utterly speechless.

He still vividly remembers the taste inside; it was truly a unique and delicious flavor.

The combination of all those flavors was so intense that even a deity would have to vomit three liters of water before they could leave.

"By the way, what did those bastards say? Do they acknowledge you as their boss?"

The Demon Bear asked the question that concerned him most.

Upon hearing this...

Li Mubai shook his head:

"Those people might still harbor some illusions about that elder."

"Fantasy?"

The Demon Bear was surprised, then laughed:

"That elder was very powerful, but he perished in that hunt, and his body was never found."

Demon Bear also knew some of what happened back then.

He did not participate in that hunt, because although he and the elder were not close friends, they were acquaintances who saw each other often.

"These people are nothing but a lump of mud now."

Thinking of the people playing cards, smoking, and drinking inside, Li Mubai couldn't help but comment.

His earlier remarks in the dormitory were actually a form of reverse psychology.

As for whether it would be useful to these people, he didn't know.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

If even reverse psychology doesn't work, then these people are truly beyond saving.

What's the point of keeping someone who takes money from the Spirit Hall but does nothing?

It would be better to hire three thousand ordinary people.

"Normal.

When that elder left, these people grieved for a long time.

"If that elder hadn't disappeared so suddenly and vanished without a trace, these people would probably have dispersed long ago."

With memories in his eyes, the Demon Bear continued:

"The reason the Spirit Hall keeps this group of people around is simply to use them as a substitute."

After all, they were three thousand top-tier Soul Grandmaster.

It would be such a waste to dismiss them directly.

Although these people cannot be used directly, having them around still poses a threat to the class's combat strength.

Certainly.

The previous Pope also had the idea of waiting for these people to change their minds.

That's why they weren't dismissed.

As for what Bibi Dong thinks, I have no idea.

However, she appointed you as the leader of this unit, so she certainly doesn't want to give up the fighting strength of these three thousand people.

Although it was only three thousand Soul Master.

However, their combat strength is already comparable to that of an elite force composed of 50,000 ordinary people.

Li Mubai nodded slightly, agreeing with the Demon Bear's words.

Actually, for these three thousand people...

He didn't want to give up immediately either.

After all, this is one of the Spirit Hall's core strengths.

Most importantly, he wanted to transform these three thousand men into a special type of soldier.

Hot weapons combat team!

Did he know that in the original story, the Tang Family Army, equipped with Hidden Weapon, utterly routed the Spirit Hall's forces?

Such is the Hidden Weapon.

How powerful would that force of three thousand Soul Master equipped with firearms be?

He was really looking forward to it...

The two of them walked to the moss-covered training field, exchanging words back and forth.

Then wait quietly.

Inside the dormitory.

Seeing Li Mubai leave.

The group of men immediately looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

But Li Mubai's words did indeed ignite their anger.

Back in the day...

When that elder was still alive.

Who dares to call them trash?

They are elite troops!

Now, several years have passed, and many of them have broken through to level 40 or above, no longer the level 20 or above Soul Grandmaster they once were.

With such strength, he was actually called trash and garbage.

How could they tolerate this?

"What do we do now? Should we go out?"

A burly man with a steamed bun on his head was unsure what to do and asked the others for their opinions.

"We have to go out. It wouldn't make sense if we didn't."

The man who slammed his hand on the table thought for a moment and then spoke.

The bearded man, who had been on the verge of attacking, now with his arms bare, nodded.

"In that case, I'll go and call someone."

"Let's go together, otherwise those people will think we're joking..."

"OK."

Li Mubai and the Demon Bear waited for about twenty minutes.

People would occasionally emerge from the dormitory gate.