"Only one way to do this—go all out." Wang Yu thought to himself, focusing as he waited.
There was no way he could afford to underestimate this matter.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
The two prepared to conduct the test right there in the square, while Wang Butong and the others watched closely from the side.
If the results were less than ideal or did not match what had been reported, they would record it truthfully. That was their job.
The air around them felt somewhat oppressive. Wang Butong and the others were so solemn that Chen Wenlin became a little nervous as well, secretly rubbing his hands together.
"Don't mess this up," Chen Wenlin could not help muttering under his breath.
"Old Chen, what are you mumbling about?"
A resonant male voice suddenly came from beside him.
Chen Wenlin immediately turned to look, surprised. "Why are you here too? Aren't you busy with matters upstairs?"
The newcomer wore a pure-white Nanxi officer's suit of armor. On his chest was a Nanxi military insignia—a trident emblem.
Two tiny yellow stars were also set upon the insignia, signifying that he held the Military Rank of second-class squad leader, also known as a two-star squad leader.
His name was Luo Chu. He was the squad leader of the Eleventh Corps of the Third Battalion, and Wang Yu's direct superior.
"Didn't I come to see the young genius you keep talking about?" Luo Chu said with a light laugh.
He was broad and imposing, his skin like cast bronze, his features sharply defined and heroic.
He was quite a few years younger than Chen Wenlin, so he usually called him Old Chen.
The two had partnered up for many years and could be considered comrades who had faced life and death together. They spoke