Before Ning Xiong could speak, a somewhat grating voice rang out in the council hall:
"Commander, how are the men supposed to prepare if you won't even tell us our target?"
A lean-faced squad captain in his early thirties frowned and stepped out of the ranks.
His name was Qian Lie, and his third inner qi cultivation made him a capable fighter within the Pacification Guard.
He was also a trusted subordinate Ning Xiong had personally promoted, and he had always looked down on Yi Yang.
An old man who had joined the office just six months ago had risen from Candidate Chief Inspector to Commander on Yan Wuyuan's recommendation.
In less than a year, he had soared straight from candidate Patrol Director to Commander, while others had to spend decades building seniority. How could that possibly keep these veterans of the Pacification Guard, men who had crawled out of heaps of corpses, in line?
Qian Lie had not witnessed Yi Yang's final arena match.
He had been patrolling the western part of the city with his squad and had only heard that Yi Yang won with the Spirit Weapon Mysterious Abyss. In his view, anyone else wielding a Spirit Weapon could have fought just as well.
What real ability was there in having a powerful weapon?
Seated at the head of the hall, Yi Yang looked at Qian Lie without the slightest ripple in his eyes and said evenly:
"I said I'd explain after we set out, so I'll explain after we set out."
"Is there a problem?"
Qian Lie sneered. Rather than look at Yi Yang again, he turned directly toward Ning Xiong and tossed the question to him:
"Deputy Commander, what do you think?"
Ning Xiong stood with his arms folded, his expression hidden behind the thick