Probing

The Adjutant, Zhou Yan, then glanced at the law enforcement captain, who was frozen in place, his eyes cold.

"This is none of your business. Take your men and that piece of trash, and get out."

The enforcement captain felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He trembled all over and didn't dare to ask a single question. He immediately ordered his men to drag the completely dumbfounded Ma Long away in a disheveled state at the entrance of the hall.

After the area was cleared, when Zhou Yan turned to Chen Fan again, the cold expression on his face instantly melted away, and he became gentle again.

"The Commander asked me to convey his apologies to you. The oversight in the War Zone's internal management caused you distress." He paused, then extended a formal invitation, "To express his apologies, the Commander would like to invite you to the Command Center for a discussion. Would that be convenient for you?"

The entire Mission Hall so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was Petrification in place, staring blankly at this mind-blowing scene.

From the moment the law enforcement team attempted to forcibly detain the person to the moment the Commander and his Adjutant personally came to apologize and invite them back, only a phone call took place.

Chen Fan looked at the Adjutant in front of him, whose attitude had completely changed, and then at Lei Kun, Leng Yan, and Monkey, who were completely stunned and like three statues by the corner of the wall in the distance. He understood.

It seems that my Senior Fellow Apprentice's abilities are even greater than I imagined.

He nodded calmly and said.

"Lead the way."

A hint of joy flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, and he immediately made a gesture of invitation.

Chen Fan calmly began to walk.

The entire Mission Hall, filled with hundreds of battle-hardened warriors, was now deathly silent, like ducks with their necks being choked.

Their gazes converged into a rigid river, following the figure of the thin child all the way to the entrance of the hall.

Just before leaving, Chen Fan seemed to remember something, and glanced back at the three teammates whose statues had been completely weathered into sculptures in the corner.

Chen Fan gave them a barely perceptible nod.

A simple movement caused the three "sculptures" to tremble violently, as if they had been infused with a breath of life.

Zhou Yan witnessed all of this, and his opinion of Chen Fan rose even higher.

He led the way discreetly, and the two passed through layers of heavily guarded Alloy Gates, entering the Core Zone of the entire War Zone 450 — the Command Center.

The air here seemed to be frozen with the scent of iron and blood, cold and chilling.

Each officer, hurrying along, exuded the powerful aura of the Sixth Grade Undying Realm, their eyes sharp as knives.

However, when they saw Chen Fan walking behind his Adjutant Zhou Yan, their sharp gazes invariably turned into restrained surprise and inquiry.

A child?

Following Adjutant Zhou?

Pushing open a heavy Alloy door engraved with the Federation Eagle emblem, a middle-aged man with a towering figure and gleaming general's stars on his shoulders stood up the instant the door opened.

He was Huo Yan, the supreme Commander of War Zone 450.

A genuine Seventh Grade Immortal Realm expert!

"Welcome, young friend Chen Feng!"

Huo Yan showed no airs of superiority; instead, he exuded a cheerful and warm demeanor, extending his large, generous hand. "What happened just now was due to my mismanagement, and I'm sorry you had to suffer! On behalf of the War Zone, I sincerely apologize!"

Such a gesture would likely have overwhelmed any other young person, leaving them flustered and at a loss for words.

However, Chen Fan simply extended her small hand, gently shook his, and responded calmly.

"General, you flatter me. I acted somewhat impulsively."

Neither humble nor arrogant, neither overjoyed nor fearful.

That composure beyond his years only deepened the admiration in Huo Yan's eyes.

After exchanging pleasantries, Huo Yan personally poured Chen Fan a cup of hot tea that exuded a misty spiritual aura, seemingly casually making small talk.

"Young friend, to possess such terrifying strength at such a young age truly puts us to shame! I wonder... which of our Human Race's top Martial Dao academies you graduated from? Perhaps your teacher is even an old friend of mine!"

They've arrived.

Chen Fan picked up his teacup, the steam blurring his clear eyes.

He took a small sip, his tone as nonchalant as if he were talking about something trivial.

"General, you flatter me. I merely practice in a little-known school of thought; I am unworthy of your praise."

He did not lie.

The Life School is indeed not well-known to outsiders, and is even referred to as a mental asylum.

The first strike missed.

Huo Yan's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, but his smile remained unchanged. He changed his perspective and sincerely praised Huo Yan.

"Young friend, your miraculous skills have truly broadened my horizons! Especially that crimson-gold flame that can annihilate everything in an instant—I've never heard of it before! Could it be inherited from some powerful Primordial Era bloodline, or some reclusive ancient Dao Lineage?"

This question is more pointed than the previous one, getting straight to the root of the problem.

Chen Fan put down his teacup, shook his head, and even showed a perfectly appropriate hint of shyness on his face.

"It's just a little trick I stumbled upon during my cultivation, a mere stroke of luck. Compared to your immense power, General, which commands the galaxy, it's nothing."

The conversation was shut down.

Moreover, it was completely sealed, leaving no gaps.

Both attempts to probe were met with a firm but not overly forceful response, which even sounded incredibly sincere.

Huo Yan finally realized that the seemingly naive boy in front of him was far more unfathomable in his character than in the strength he had shown.

This isn't a teenager at all; it's clearly a prehistoric behemoth disguised as a kitten!

"Ha ha!"

Huo Yan slapped his thigh and let out a hearty laugh, as if the probing had never happened.

He stopped beating around the bush, and with a flick of his wrist, a token shimmering with a faint azure light appeared in his palm.

"Well said! A hero's origins are irrelevant!"

He handed the token to Chen Fan, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Young friend, this is my private communication key. Within War Zone 450, if you encounter any trouble or require any authorization, you can contact me directly."

"We, in War Zone 450, must never let true heroes be disheartened!"

This is an olive branch.

Half an hour later.

Under the respectful escort of his Adjutant Zhou Yan, Chen Fan returned to the barracks of the Pioneer Team Seven.

He pushed open the door.

The anticipated exciting or curious scene did not occur.

Lei Kun, Leng Yan, Monkey sat upright, their bodies taut, like three prisoners about to be executed.

Upon seeing Chen Fan return, the three of them sprang up from their chairs as if a button had been pressed, their movements perfectly synchronized.

The air inside the barracks was so tense it was almost frozen.

Lei Kun took a deep breath, veins bulging on his thick neck, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar boy before him, and as if using all his strength, he finally asked the question weighing on the minds of the three of them in an almost trembling voice.

"Chen Feng..."

"Who... who exactly are you?"