"Many thanks, Brother Xiao, for letting me borrow your power to intimidate them!"
As soon as they left the tent, Wu Ming clasped his hands in salute.
"We're all brothers here. No need to be so polite!"
Xiao Jidu smiled as well.
In terms of rank, he was only a Subordinate Ninth Rank, lower even than Wu Ming. But sometimes, rank wasn't the only thing that mattered.
Xiao Jidu was a Guard Officer's personal guard, serving Commander-in-Chief Liu Jie day and night. They were close, and Liu Jie trusted him deeply.
Liu Jie, meanwhile, was the lord of Xinshan Commandery and Jin Gang's superior's superior. There were two ranks and four grades between them—a gulf as wide as a heavenly chasm.
If Xiao Jidu took offense and occasionally put in a bad word, that would be a great deal of trouble.
"But it seems that man has taken a grudge against you. Want me to pull some strings and get you transferred somewhere else?" Xiao Jidu asked quietly.
"No need!"
Thinking back to their meeting just now, Wu Ming gave a cold laugh.
Where did official fortune come from? Part of it came from the system bestowed by one's superiors, and part from the contributions of one's subordinates.
He had just seen the Camp Commander's fortune, and it was nothing special.
As his direct superior, the man even had to give up a portion of it to Wu Ming every day.
But Wu Ming had Daoist Arts to protect himself and a spell to lock down his fortune. He didn't contribute a single bit!
With their Qi Auras sensing one another, it was only natural that the man couldn't stand him.
If things went on like this, Jin Gang had only a hundred men to begin with, and half of