Enlistment... deserter...
Shen Qian, who had already harbored some suspicions, roughly understood what was going on.
"Captain Song, do you know who the director of the Jing City branch of the Martial Law Bureau is?" Shen Qian set down the documents and looked up.
"I think his surname is Zhao. If I remember correctly, his name should be Zhao Guangshou," Song Ye said after thinking for a moment.
"Then that confirms it."
"What do you mean?" Song Ye froze.
"My dad had a former colleague in Lucheng named Zhao Guangzhi. About two months ago, my dad invited him and his son Zhao Xin over to our house, then asked him for a favor—to pull some strings and get me enlisted in the military..." Shen Qian explained.
"Wait." Song Ye interrupted Shen Qian, asking in confusion, "A regular military unit?"
"Yeah. My dad didn't specify any requirements. Any branch would do."
"With your talent, why would you want to take that path?"
Song Ye asked in disbelief, "You could easily get into any of the three top Martial Arts Universities, couldn't you? Even an ordinary Martial Arts University would have better prospects than that route, right?"
Song Ye genuinely could not understand it.
There was another question he had been holding back, one he had not yet had the chance to ask Shen Qian.
How had Shen Qian managed to win so decisively against the Martial Law Bureau's experts after only breaking one leg?
Chai Mu had brought six men. Including himself, there had been seven of them, and all seven had been seriously injured.
Two of them were still being resuscitated, and whether they would survive remained uncertain.
Chai Mu seemed to have brought some kind of healing compound, which was the only reason he had held on. Otherwise, he