The mecha brigade was organized at the division level and held an extremely high status. Even in Eastsea City, its commander ranked only half a grade below the chief administrator, and neither side was directly subordinate to the other.
The moment Long Hengxu heard that the towering, burly man before him really was Guang Biao, his expression changed.
This was the commander of Eastsea City's mecha brigade!
Never mind a director of instruction in the Intermediate Division like him—even the senior administrators of Eastsea Academy would have struggled to keep someone like this in check.
"Right now, I'm not a mecha brigade commander." Guang Biao stared coldly at him, his voice low as a drumbeat. "I'm just an older brother whose little brother was beaten and seriously injured. Hand them over."
Long Hengxu drew a deep breath, his tone noticeably softening.
"Commander Guang Biao, could there be some misunderstanding here? Those three in your photograph are clearly only children. How could three children have injured your brother so badly? There must be more to this. Why don't we all calm down and get to the bottom of things first?"
Even as he said this, his heart had already sunk.
He knew perfectly well that he could not afford to offend this man.
The burly men gathered outside the academy gates looked like street thugs, but their backgrounds were another matter entirely. Most of those who had come with Guang Biao had ties to the mecha brigade. Ordinary people could become Mecha Pilots, of course, but they were ultimately a minority. The vast majority of Mecha Pilots were also Soul Masters.
Soul Masters, Soul Tools, mechas, and military backing—this was a force the Intermediate Division of Eastsea Academy could never contend with alone.
Moreover, Guang Biao himself had long been a