Fang Mo gave a quiet acknowledgment and obediently sat down.
Before Lin Qiye, he possessed none of the bearing expected of the captain of the hottest Special Squad of the day. Instead, he still seemed like the student who had just emerged from Training Camp.
"Shen Qingzhu already told me the details... This hunt for 073 was successfully completed. Your squad did well."
"We actually didn't do much. We just drifted around that stretch of sea for a few days, then triggered an Outer Space Strike to keep 073 from escaping... In the end, Instructor Shen was the one who killed the god." Fang Mo smiled helplessly.
"What? You haven't even reached the Human Apex, and you want to slay gods?" Lin Qiye raised a brow. "As a Special Squad, you've already done very well."
"Weren't you only at 'Wuliang' when you slew a god in Takama-ga-hara? And there were only three of you at the time."
Lin Qiye froze for a moment, then said helplessly,
"Do you really have to compare yourself to me?"
"I know I may never surpass you... but at the very least, I want to try chasing after your back."
Fang Mo's eyes were full of determination.
Knock, knock, knock—
Before Lin Qiye could speak, an elegant knock at the door interrupted the conversation.
"Looks like you recovered rather quickly this time." Having guessed who it was, Lin Qiye said directly, "Come in."
The door opened, and a figure clad in red-and-white armor with a pure white cloak draped over his shoulders walked to the center of the office. He placed one hand over his chest and respectfully saluted Lin Qiye like a knight.
"Have a seat, Charles. You were a little slower than Fang Mo this time," Lin Qiye said.
Charles and Fang Mo