A Bunch of Useless Trash

After entering the military camp, Chen Changhe realized that he had been angry too soon.

Besides Ramesh Singh, who served as the sheriff, there were 25 other guards at the camp.

Chen Changhe, who had seen the ledgers, was very clear about this.

These 25 people usually stay at the camp for their daily life and training.

Next to the training ground was a row of bungalows, which served as their residence.

As soon as Chen Changhe reached the bungalow, he found that all the remaining people were gathered there.

Some were drinking and bragging, others were playing cards for entertainment, and a few went even further, bringing women directly from town. They were laughing and embracing these heavily made-up women, and the scene was utterly disgusting.

These people spotted Chen Changhe immediately, but didn't pay him any attention.

They were all seasoned soldiers, and in their eyes, Chen Changhe was probably just a young master from some noble family who had nothing better to do than wander into the military camp to watch the excitement.

"Where is Ramesh Singh? Tell him to come see me!"

Suppressing his anger, Chen Changhe walked to the center of the crowd and spoke.

Everyone was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Hey, this young master looks pretty arrogant!"

One of the seasoned soldiers said in a sarcastic tone.

"That's right, they still want to see Lord Ramesh, don't they even know where they are? When has our sheriff ever been to this barracks?"

He's probably having a good time in some woman's bed right now! I heard he just found a beauty a couple of days ago, she's only 15 years old..."

Another person chimed in, his expression extremely lewd.

These seasoned soldiers laughed and joked without restraint, completely disregarding Chen Changhe. They were already used to this kind of laxity and unruliness, and treated Chen Changhe's request as a joke.

Chen Changhe stood there, his face grim, his anger steadily building.

"I'll say it again, bring Ramesh Singh to see me. I am Doug Forbes!"

This time, Chen Changhe's words instantly stunned everyone.

These men were seasoned soldiers, fearless and ruthless.

However, they also knew that Hope Town had changed, and Doug Forbes, a descendant of the former lord's family, had returned to the territory and taken over it again.

Moreover, when Chen Changhe came to the territory yesterday, many people saw him descending from the sky riding a mechanical dragon.

Now the word has spread throughout the territory that their new lord, Doug Forbes, is a High-Rank Alchemist.

When the soldiers looked at Chen Changhe again, their eyes were filled with astonishment, awe, and barely concealed tension.

The arrogance and domineering attitude from before vanished instantly, replaced by fear and subservience towards the new lord.

The soldiers who had provoked Chen Changhe earlier were especially pale-faced, their eyes filled with fear and regret.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on their foreheads, and their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily. They were filled with remorse for their rash behavior and feared that Chen Changhe would punish them for it.

Chen Changhe, of course, didn't take these people seriously. He casually pointed to a soldier:

"You, it's you, go find Ramesh Singh right now and tell him to come see me."

I'll wait for him here for 10 minutes. If he doesn't get here within 10 minutes, he might as well quit being a sheriff!

Having said that, Chen Changhe stood there with his arms crossed and a cold expression. The soldier who had been pointed at was taken aback at first, then quickly replied, "Yes, sir!" and hurriedly ran off to find Ramesh Singh.

The other soldiers remained silent, too terrified to utter a sound.

The atmosphere in the entire camp became extremely tense. Despite so many people inside, it remained completely silent, as if even the air itself had frozen.

The women who had been brought in at the last minute had already tactfully left.

They were all intelligent people and knew that it was not advisable to linger at this moment, lest they get unnecessarily involved in some trouble.

Ramesh Singh appeared even faster than expected, arriving in front of Chen Changhe in less than eight minutes.

However, Ramesh Singh's clothes were disheveled at the moment, and his underwear was half-exposed—it was a woman's red underwear.

It was obvious that he had just been dealing with something of life and death.

He appeared extremely flustered and disheveled after being urgently summoned; a trace of panic still lingered on his face, and his eyes revealed a hint of unease and tension.

The rapid run had left him breathless; his obese body heaved, like a balloon about to deflate, and the fat on his face jiggled along with it.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, soaking his disheveled clothes. He looked utterly disheveled, with not a trace of the dignified demeanor a sheriff should have.

"Baron... Your Excellency! I was wrong, I am guilty!"

With a thud, Ramesh Singh fell to his knees.

He didn't know why Chen Changhe had come to guard the camp at this time, nor did he know what had just happened.

But no matter what, just admit your mistake.

His position as sheriff was illegitimate, and Baron Stan, who was his backer, was no longer able to interfere in the affairs of Hope Town.

If Chen Changhe wanted to deal with him, he would have absolutely no power to resist.

His heart was filled with fear and unease, and his body trembled slightly with tension. At this moment, he could only place all his hopes on Chen Changhe's leniency and forgive him for this mistake.

Seeing their leader kneel down, the guards present were naturally not to be outdone, and with a series of thuds, they all knelt down.

They all hung their heads, looking terrified, not daring to breathe, like a group of criminals awaiting judgment, a stark contrast to their previous arrogance.

At this moment, apart from heavy breathing and the occasional swallowing sound, there was no other sound in the camp; the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

"Get up, all of you!"

Chen Changhe waved his arm, his voice steady and powerful.

The kneeling guards were taken aback when they heard this. They quickly looked at each other before standing up tremblingly, but still kept their heads down, not daring to look Chen Changhe in the eye.

Chen Changhe glanced at the soldiers and let out a long sigh.

He had never had any hope for these soldiers, but when he actually saw them, he was still extremely disappointed.

Putting aside the fact that none of the 20-plus soldiers possessed any Fighting Aura or magical power.

Ordinary soldiers have indeed always been mostly ordinary people.

Soldiers capable of cultivating battle Fighting Aura or magical energy are mostly already elite troops.

But you're at least a normal person, aren't you?

But these twenty-odd people were either fat or thin; some were as fat as pigs, while others were as thin as sticks.

These people are out of breath after running just a few steps, as if they might collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

The soldier he had just chosen was already the strongest among them.

But now his face was deathly pale, he was out of breath, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

How can this bunch of misfits guard Hope Town?

Let alone the Beastfolk invasion.

Even if a fight breaks out, these people will only be able to cover it up afterwards!