After seeing off the few unexpected visitors, Zhang Yang decided to take a look at what his mining protection team—now made up entirely of Soldier Kings—was like.
If the system called them Soldier Kings, then they were undoubtedly Soldier Kings, and not the watered-down kind.
They were absolutely versatile in every way—any one of them could be the male lead in an urban Soldier King novel. But now, there were over a hundred of them, and every one obeyed his every command. They were the sharpest blades in his hand.
They were called a mining protection team, but in reality... they were practically a private army.
At the mine's training grounds, Zhang Yang stopped strolling when he heard an indignant shout from the field.
"Impossible!"
A Vanguard Security team member was effortlessly thrown over the shoulder by a mining protection team member, who had seemingly not expended even a shred of strength.
He was not the only one who found it unbelievable.
The Vanguard Security personnel watching nearby could hardly believe it either.
"Mr. Zhang?"
"Mr. Zhang, there's nothing more we can teach your mining protection team members!"
Several Vanguard Security instructors approached, shaking their heads as they watched Zhang Yang's expression, seemingly waiting for him to take a stance.
"Why?" Zhang Yang asked casually.
"They're developing more and more ideas of their own, and questioning us more and more." One instructor stepped forward. "If they think they're always right, then what do they need us for? Naturally, we can't teach them anymore."
"Then don't," Zhang Yang said, giving him a glance.
An uproar immediately broke out around them.
What they had just said had actually been a veiled expression of dissatisfaction toward Zhang Yang, their big boss and financial backer. They had hoped he would find a way to