A Powerful Enemy Attacks, Lin Ming Refuses to Fight!

A powerful enemy attacks, Lin Ming refuses to fight!...

Lin Ming said nothing.

General Feng Wu looked at Lin Ming's calm, almost shameless face. The dissatisfaction in her heart erupted like a long-dormant volcano, and the pent-up fury finally overwhelmed her shock and curiosity over that astronomical amount of merit.

She slammed the jade slip recording the merit data onto the table with a heavy bang, making the teacups jump and tea splash everywhere. She said coldly, her tone filled with undisguised accusation and displeasure:

"Lin Ming, I don't care how many military achievements you made before, nor do I care how many Tenth Tier experts you killed. But there is one thing I must make clear to your face today—you are exploiting a loophole in military regulations. You're abusing the Firearms Battalion's triple-merit system! You're taking advantage of a loophole in the rules for personal gain!"

She rose to her feet, walked around the desk, and looked down at Lin Ming. Her gaze carried the arrogance and stubbornness of a veteran merit auditor, along with an unquestionable air of authority:

"The Fire Phoenix Empire established the Firearms Battalion and that enticing triple-merit system to compensate those cannon-fodder soldiers destined to die on the battlefield, those who might be alive today and dead tomorrow. It was so that, in their final moments, they could exchange their lives for a meager pension for their families, so they could die with purpose and value!

"These soldiers were meant to be sent out to wear down the enemy's living forces. Their cultivation was generally weak, and on average, they did not survive more than three battles! Who would have thought that an expert of your caliber would lower himself to join the Firearms Battalion? You're fleecing the Empire and draining its war reserves!