"Captain, now that we have enough people, are we taking that mission or not?"
A fat man with a gold-foil umbrella strapped to his back and perpetually narrowed eyes asked from the side.
"Little Jin Pangzi, they're just two newcomers who haven't been tempered yet. Isn't a Four-star Mission a bit too much?" The woman standing beside Feng Ping voiced her disapproval with a rhetorical question.
"How about this? Miss Chong Ying's ability to control insects is uniquely suited to the Zero Room environment. She can exert more power than ordinary jailers. I just don't know much about Zhang Chen's strength. Let's head to the Martial Arts Hall and have Mu Qingshan spar with Zhang Chen to gauge his abilities. It'll also be a chance for everyone to get acquainted."
The Mu Qingshan Feng Ping referred to was a man in his forties. He was lean yet muscular, and there was an air of strength between his brows.
"Zhang Chen, do you have any objections? The Martial Arts Hall is a place for practice and arranged duels. We'll stop at the appropriate point."
"It's fine. We do need to get to know each other."
"Xiao San, have you finished registering them?"
Feng Ping asked the short youth responsible for submitting Zhang Chen and Chong Ying's information forms to the local administrator. He looked several years younger than Zhang Chen, had a mischievous, impish air about him, and stood less than one meter sixty tall.
"The procedures are all done. Let's go. I haven't seen Uncle Qingshan fight in ages. This should be fun."
This youth called Xiao San was a Level 2 Jailer Minister and a reconnaissance-type jailer. He handled intelligence gathering and communications with the rear, and moved as nimbly as a monkey.
"You two are so young, and