After Dean Zhou hung up the phone,
he turned to look at the five figures before him.
The five were exceptionally young—three men and two women.
Each wore a different fitted military uniform, with a different emblem engraved upon their chest.
It was worth mentioning that all five young people possessed striking looks and outstanding bearing.
The men were handsome, the women beautiful, and all of them exuded a grim, murderous aura that seemed steeped in the scent of blood.
Even more astonishing was the aura radiating from them!
All of them were level 79 third-job powerhouses!
Just one step away from reaching level 80!
"Dean Zhou, according to the commanders' instructions, we were supposed to meet that Freelancer today."
"But since you've spoken, we'll come back in two days."
The young man standing in the middle nodded as he spoke.
Zhou Hongfu looked at the young man.
This man had been a fourth-year student who graduated from Tianyan Academy.
Before this, he had been neither outstanding nor terrible—just middling.
But after experiencing that earth-shaking war, this student, who had once possessed only ordinary talent, had undergone an iron-blooded transformation, as though he had become an entirely different person.
He had now even been recruited into a Special-Class Legion.
Among Dragon Kingdom's professional military forces, there were five Special-Class Legions.
It was said that only those who performed exceptionally on the battlefield were qualified to join them.
These five young people before him came from different schools and different legions.
They represented the five Special-Class Legions in extending invitations to Ling Zhan.
Yet it was not difficult to see that when these five young people mentioned the word "Freelancer," there was no earnest enthusiasm on their faces, much less any thirst to recruit talent.
Zhou Hongfu was not surprised by