Silicon Beryllium Arena.
When Baimu brought his group to see Zhengyi, Zhengyi looked as though everything had been settled.
Baimu couldn't help asking, "Have you picked the participants?"
"I have."
"Weren't they still arguing over who got to participate?"
"I fired every troublemaker!"
Zhengyi spread his hands without a trace of remorse. "They wouldn't stop talking. It took them three days just to pick a few people. I thought they'd finished ages ago, but they waited until you arrived to tell me they hadn't, then came arguing to my face."
In short, just as he had last time, Zhengyi had left the selection to the teachers and staff, telling them to choose a few outstanding trainers to face Pyrite Arena.
Instead, everyone had tried to pack the team with their own people and cut everyone else's.
Zhengyi couldn't understand it when he found out.
Let the strong in and leave the weak out. Why not settle it with a battle?
But the teachers thought that when two candidates were about evenly matched, choosing by battle results would be unfair.
Zhengyi had laughed in disbelief.
Then every last one of you can get out!
"Won't people call you a tyrant for that?" Baimu worried Zhengyi would lose his job.
Times had changed. Zhengyi might have been put in charge of Silicon Beryllium Arena, but he was only its manager. Firing a whole batch of people without a proper reason wasn't that easy.
Back when Shadow Team ruled, he could have done it whenever he liked.
"Then I'll lose my job too!"
Zhengyi waved it off. As the training center and arena grew, he had begun to feel the weight on his shoulders.
If this gave him a chance to shed his role as arena manager, it might even be a good