What Consequences? Promotion and Nobility?

A hundred soldiers defeating the Rong Tribe?

Xu Wenjun and Zhao Yingying fell into thought.

The transport workers and Iron Garment officers aboard the ship looked at one another, drawing sharp breaths.

Yet at least seventy percent of them had fire in their eyes. Their desperate desire to earn merit and change their fate completely overwhelmed their reason!

Their breathing quickened, and they unconsciously clenched their fists.

"You're insane! You madman!"

The ship captain stared at Yang Ling in terror and cursed frantically.

"Chief Yang, should we just kill this old dog?"

Xu Qingnian drew the Official Saber at his waist and held it against the captain's neck.

Feeling the waves of chill coming from the blade, the captain immediately sobered up and fell silent.

"He's an Eighth Grade Martial Artist with no low status in the Transport Gang. Take him back to the Iron Garment Division and interrogate him properly. We may be able to dig out more Rong Tribe spies."

Yang Ling said it casually.

Xu Qingnian nodded, knocked the captain unconscious with the hilt of his saber, and ordered his Iron Garment subordinates to tie him up.

"Who else among you is a spy?"

Yang Ling swept his gaze around the deck.

The transport workers and Iron Garment officers present all sucked in cold breaths and shook their heads.

"You, you, and you..."

Yang Ling pointed out ten transport workers in succession and ordered Xu Qingnian to have them bound.

"We've been wronged!"

The ten transport workers cried out in protest.

Xu Wenjun merely sneered.

"With a Fourth-Grade Grandmaster standing before you, whether you have guilt in your hearts can be seen at a glance. What are you still crying injustice for?

Even your Sky Wolf General was no match for Chief Yang. You little underlings think