In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.
Early that morning, Shen Fan arrived at the Seventh Battalion wearing his captain's armor. It was the unit under his command.
At their second meeting, the Black Armored Guards had none of their earlier contempt or arrogance.
Only the burly man serving as deputy captain still had a trace of hostility in his eyes toward Shen Fan.
As soon as Shen Fan arrived, several Black Armored Guards tried to greet him, but the burly man glared them back into silence.
That annoyed Shen Fan. He had finally gotten himself a little authority, and this guy wouldn't even let him enjoy it. He really wasn't showing him any respect.
If that was how it was, Shen Fan didn't need to show him any respect either!
With that thought, Shen Fan released the pressure of an Eighth-Rank True Ancestor.
The one who received the special treatment, naturally, was the burly deputy captain.
Though the man was also a Peak Ninth-Rank True Ancestor, only one step away from breaking through to the Eighth Rank,
that single step was a chasm.
He couldn't withstand the pressure of an Eighth-Rank True Ancestor!
In the span of a single breath, the burly man's body began to tremble violently.
Seeing that the pressure was about to give him internal injuries, Shen Fan frowned and stopped, looking reluctant to do so.
The pressure blanketing the entire area vanished like smoke.
The burly man gasped as if every last bit of strength had been drained from him. He could barely stay on his feet.
"Do you still have a problem with me?"
Shen Fan's voice remained calm.
The burly man's face turned pale, then flushed.
He struggled for a moment.
In the end, still unwilling, he lowered his