Wei Lin looked at Song Chengyan with aching concern. As his adjutant, she knew just how terrible this gifted young man's physical condition was. Behind his thick black-frame glasses, those eyes that sparkled with intelligence were now bloodshot, and his face was as pale as paper. He had not slept for three straight days. Throughout those three days, he had calculated nonstop, resting for less than two hours in total.
"Sir, please take a break," Wei Lin urged, biting her lip. She was three years older than Song Chengyan, with a mature bearing and striking good looks.
"Almost done!" Song Chengyan's voice betrayed the weakness he struggled to hide. Perhaps hearing the concern in Wei Lin's words, he raised his pale face and managed a smile.
Just then, the wrist device on Wei Lin's arm sounded. Wei Lin hurriedly answered it, immediately slipping back into her professional demeanor. Her words were brief, her responses crisp and decisive. Although Wei Lin was beautiful, no one in the entire force dared entertain any designs on her.
She was Song Chengyan's adjutant, after all!
At first, these commanders of private armies from powerful lineages had little regard for this frail young man with his reputation as a genius. But they soon got a taste of his prowess. With the help of the Card Adept guards transferred from Tang Hanpei, he alternated thunderous force with gentle reassurance, parrying and striking in turn, and swiftly seized control of the force. The troublemakers he weeded out were escorted back to the Capital. Supposedly, before they could even tearfully complain to their masters, their furious masters stripped them of everything. Their fates were utterly miserable.
After that, every commander regarded this refined young man with awe and fear. None dared give him halfhearted obedience again.
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