One month later, Judgment City.
Inside the Military Camp's main command tent.
Murong Huai sat at the head of the table, with the five commanders and Bibi Dong seated beside him.
Murong Huai looked at them and said, "Everyone, the Pope has sent word. The inspection of the continent is about to begin. We won't need to bring too many people this time; one battalion will be enough. Which of you wants to come with me?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo immediately rose and cupped his fists. "Chief, let me go with you. The soldiers of my Second Battalion are all ready for action."
"Ah, little brother, your Second Battalion is still a bit lacking. My First Battalion should follow the Chief instead," Qian Jun said as he rose as well.
"That's not right. How is my Second Battalion lacking? If you don't accept that, let's have a match. Whoever wins gets to go!" Jiang Mo immediately retorted upon hearing Qian Jun's words.
Seeing this, Yue Guan rose with a chuckle. "Chief, since the First and Second Battalions want to spar, let them compete. As for this subordinate—"
"Chief, since Chrysanthemum Guan wants to serve as the referee, the Third Battalion definitely can't go. This subordinate is willing to lead the Fourth Battalion!" Before Yue Guan could finish, Gui Mei stood up and said directly.
Yue Guan immediately cursed, "Hey, old ghost, what are you doing? When did I ever say I wanted to referee for the First and Second Battalions?!"
"Tut, tut, tut..."
"Hey, what do you mean by that?!"
"Enough, enough. Gui Mei, Yue Guan, what are you two butting in for? This matter definitely belongs to my First Battalion!" Qian Jun cut the two off.
"I wouldn't say that. I say it belongs to my Second Battalion."