Fang Feichen looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a well-proportioned build and bronze skin.
His features were rugged and his eyes bright, giving him an air of integrity.
Fang Feichen merely smiled faintly at the astonishment over his level eight strength.
"I'd like to see the leader," Fang Feichen said.
The elite member paused, then asked, "Tell me what it's about first. Unless it's something important, I won't pass it along."
Fang Feichen fell silent for a moment. "I'd like to talk to him."
If an ordinary new member, even a level seven one, had asked to see Chen Luo just to chat, they would certainly have been told off.
Who do you think you are?
Although level eight fighters were not particularly rare in Dawn City, this was the first time a level eight survivor had joined the base.
Even so, some people still shook their heads inwardly, thinking he didn't know his place.
You want to talk to me?
Chen Luo smiled. You've earned that right. Your strength may be a little lacking, but I respect your character.
Chen Luo called Chen Guang over. "Bring him to the meeting hall to see me. Be polite."
Chen Luo was rather curious. What did Fang Feichen want to discuss with him?
Xu Qing had been the first future King Rank fighter to join of his own accord. Chen Luo had discovered a few more since then, but had not given them particularly important roles, letting them make their own way up.
Now Fang Feichen had come along too.
The meeting hall was in the inner city, not in Chen Luo's courtyard.
"Come with me," Chen Guang said with a smile. "The leader is willing to see you."
Fang Feichen was taken aback. He had only just asked, and Chen Luo