"What, lost your nerve?"
Ma Xiaotao, who already had one foot out of the tent, turned to look at Chen Ping, a trace of contempt appearing in her eyes.
"Weren't you full of courage when you joined the Inspection Corps yesterday? We haven't even reached the Death’s Hand bandit gang's lair, and you're already beating a retreat?"
Chen Ping wasn't angered by Ma Xiaotao's words. He merely narrowed his eyes. "Senior Xiaotao, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"You shouldn't have completed many fewer Inner Court Inspection Corps missions than Senior Dai Yueheng. Around twenty, right?"
"On those twenty-odd missions, did you head out to wipe out bandits every time with nothing but a lousy intelligence report like this?"
"How many teammates have died on those missions?"
For a moment, the atmosphere throughout the military camp instantly became suffocating.
The little thrill Dai Yueheng had felt after just seeing his Old Man turned into terror in an instant.
Seriously, man, do you really have no fear of death? Do you really not know how Ma Xiaotao earned the name Flame Maniac?
Chen Ping paid no heed to the ferocity in Ma Xiaotao's eyes and met her gaze.
"What do you mean?"
There was hostility in Ma Xiaotao's voice.
Clearly, she thought Chen Ping was challenging her authority as team leader.
Perhaps it was just like when Dai Yueheng had previously taken advantage of a flare-up of her evil fire to secretly snatch the captain's position.
"Exactly what I said. I want to know how often casualties occurred in your twenty-odd missions, Senior Xiaotao, and how many people usually died when they did."
Ma Xiaotao very much wanted to use violence to bring Chen Ping into line as quickly as possible and make him obey her commands, but at