The battle against the Crimson Corpse had thoroughly turned Cheng Han into a hot commodity.
Previously, although he was a prodigious youth renowned throughout Black Mountain Camp, the Black Armor Army fought primarily in squads, and teamwork was the most important consideration.
Many squads did not know how well he worked in a team, so no team leader had approached him.
But now, during the hunt for the Crimson Corpse, everyone had seen Cheng Han's ability to plan and coordinate with a team.
Including Vice Commandant Tie Feng, every Warrior had rated him extremely highly.
What squad would not want a Warrior with formidable combat power and outstanding teamwork skills?
Thus.
Mu Qiushan, the Commandant of the Second Battle Group, now faced a headache-inducing problem.
Four team leaders were eyeing Cheng Han hungrily, all hoping to recruit him into their own squads.
"I am a Senior Team Leader! I have twenty-eight years of experience leading squads!"
One of the team leaders, named Ao Feng, gave this reason.
"I am also a Senior Team Leader! I have a very mild temperament, and I guarantee Cheng Han will feel the warmth of family."
The other team leader, Ling Handong, displayed his own strengths while quietly taking a jab at his competitor.
His talk of having a "mild temperament" was clearly implying that Ao Feng had a terrible temper.
It was also a form of provocation. If Ao Feng got angry, would that not perfectly prove the point? However.
At the crucial moment, Ao Feng did not take the bait. Instead, he revealed a calm smile. "In front of a prodigious youth, no one's temper will be bad."
The third team leader was not a Senior Team Leader. He began explaining his own advantages—or rather, flattering the prodigious youth from afar. "As far