Luo Jing

Luo Jing remained seated, his expression calm, betraying no emotion. He waited until Qin Hongzhang and Song Ya had both finished before slowly speaking.

"Captain Meng, you handled this case. What are your thoughts?"

Everyone in the conference room turned their eyes to Xu Wuyi.

Xu Wuyi was silent for several seconds before saying, "I'll go to the Sky Swallow Battle Corps and bring him back."

He said it very softly, yet it was like a massive boulder crashing into a still lake.

The conference room instantly fell silent, so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

Song Ya froze, staring at Xu Wuyi as though he had misheard. Qin Hongzhang froze too. He pushed up his glasses, which nearly slipped off the bridge of his nose.

The other captains looked at one another, disbelief filling their eyes.

Go to the Sky Swallow Battle Corps and bring him back?

That was the battle corps' garrison, with three quasi-Grandmasters stationed inside, along with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of warriors. Forget a mere squad captain like him—even if the entire field operations unit mobilized, they would not dare claim they could bring someone back.

Was this man insane?

Song Ya opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet for a moment he did not know how to begin.

Qin Hongzhang reacted a little faster. He drew a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm. "Captain Meng, what did you just say?"

Xu Wuyi looked at him and repeated, "I'll go to the Sky Swallow Battle Corps and bring him back."

Qin Hongzhang frowned. "Captain Meng, perhaps you do not fully understand the Sky Swallow Battle Corps' strength. Zhou Tieshan is a level forty-eight quasi-Grandmaster, renowned in Sky Swallow Province's martial arts world for thirty years."

"Li Jinsong is level forty-nine. Though