Zhang Qian bent over, panting for a long while, his face full of anxiety and fear.
"What did Headquarters say?"
"Special Envoy Qian and Huang Kun jointly submitted an urgent report to Headquarters, saying you... saying you pocketed the resources from a B-Rank Rift, defied your superiors' orders, and assaulted the provincial capital's special envoys."
Lin Feng froze for two seconds.
"Assaulted?"
"Yes. That wound on Special Envoy Qian's shoulder—he wrote it up as 'Lin Feng deliberately attacked a provincial capital official.'"
Lin Feng laughed.
He was genuinely amused.
Those two useless fools couldn't beat him, so they'd run back to tattle?
"What else?"
Zhang Qian swallowed. "Headquarters also heard about a Martial Ancestor clearing a B-Rank Rift alone. They don't quite believe it. They want you to go to Provincial Martial Arts Association Headquarters in person and undergo verification."
"Verification of what?"
"Verification that your strength is genuine, and that you were the one who achieved the results at the B-Rank Rift."
Lin Feng swung Mountain Splitter over his shoulder.
"Sure. I'll go."
Zhang Qian grew anxious. "You're just going like that? What if it's a Hongmen Banquet? Those two envoys have connections at Headquarters!"
"A Hongmen Banquet?" Lin Feng patted him on the head. "I'd like to see what Provincial Martial Arts Association Headquarters is made of."
The news spread quickly.
That very night, all of the Sixth Defense Line erupted.
"Sergeant Major Lin is going to Headquarters?"
"I heard those two envoys reported him! Pocketing resources? He cleared the Rift alone. Why shouldn't he get to keep them?"
"Those damn cowards stayed on the wall without lifting a finger, and now they've run off to tattle?"
Captain Wang slammed the table and cursed. "I've served in the army for twenty years. I've seen every kind of dirty