Wu Yong was speechless, his feelings complicated.
He had been prepared to sacrifice his future prospects, even everything, for the sake of his sense of justice. Instead, Mo Zhenting had torn his argument to shreds.
"Young people are often full of fantasies. They think powerful figures are cold and sinister, that those at the bottom are constantly oppressed and treated like expendable tools, used and then discarded. They think the whole world is a dark forest, and that they have to shine, work hard, and make their voices heard."
Mo Zhenting's expression was blank, but his tone was deeply sardonic. Wu Yong lowered his head, feeling ashamed.
"I acknowledge your sense of justice and your determination to defend the Seventh Legion's honor. But that doesn't mean you did nothing wrong. A subordinate reporting their superior is an act of overstepping the line.
"If word gets out, it'll plant a seed of doubt in the Wind Scythe Sequence Army under my command. That's a potential source of division. So you'll have to be punished, too.
"Can you accept that?"
Mo Zhenting stood like a towering boulder on a vast plain, his Life Force steady and weighty, unshakable.
Wu Yong pressed his lips together, his gaze resolute.
"Reporting, Commander! Wu Yong of the Wind Scythe Sequence Army, Seventh Legion, is willing to accept any punishment! I have no objections!"
A ripple finally stirred in Mo Zhenting's calm eyes. He tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.
"Haila, record what he just said."
The energy-saving lights in the operations room dimmed. Light intertwined, and Haila's lovely features took shape. She stood with her hands crossed over her abdomen.
"Recording complete."
Mo Zhenting nodded.
Then he announced Wu Yong's punishment.
"You will be dismissed from the Wind Scythe Sequence Army and removed from my