"Er Mengzi, long time no see! Come take a good look—your Uncle Zhang is still as dashing and vigorous as ever!"
Before he even arrived, his hearty laughter rang out.
It boomed like thunder, shaking the entire Command Center.
What a racket!
The Ninth Legion's garrison covered most of the Black Xie Starfield.
It was divided into three main defense zones, and this was the eastern front.
The Command Center was usually quiet. No one dared make a scene.
Especially with Commissioner Zhao, whose star was rising and who had earned the division's high praise. He was new to the post, and as the saying went, "A new official has three fires to light."
Commissioner Zhao always took military discipline seriously. He wouldn't tolerate the slightest lapse, and he showed no mercy when enforcing the rules.
Plenty of pampered young masters from the Nine Clans, confident in their direct-line status and powerful connections, had been given a thorough dressing-down here and drilled until they could barely take it.
"Who's this big shot with the nerve to make such a racket?"
"No idea. I heard he came in a high-class Divine Mecha!"
"Er Mengzi? I didn't know Commissioner Zhao had a nickname like that!"
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Commissioner Zhao holds a grudge. If the discipline officers catch you, you'll be in for it..."
Heads poked out from offices on every floor, eager to see what was going on. Then they quickly ducked back inside, lest Commissioner Zhao catch them and drag them into the mess.
"Uncle Zhang... keep your voice down! Don't disturb everyone's work!"
Commissioner Zhao looked helpless. Fortunately, he'd been prepared and was waiting at the entrance to welcome his visitor. The moment he spotted Old Zhang, he hurriedly ushered him inside.
Otherwise, Uncle Zhang