The cover of the Spirit Scroll bore Lin Yi's personal steward seal and handwritten signature.
As he watched the six men accept the Spirit Scrolls, he continued in a deep voice, "This reassignment and rotation of the Earthly Branch is not aimed solely at your Ugly Squad. You are the first batch, as well as the beginning of rectifying the Earthly Branch's atmosphere. Return and act according to the instructions in the Spirit Scrolls. Within three days, you must complete the handover. If anything goes wrong, do not blame this steward for dealing with you according to the rules!"
The six squad leaders hurriedly bowed. "Your subordinates obey!"
Wang Pangzi beamed and repeatedly said, "Rest assured, Steward Lin. We will certainly devote ourselves wholeheartedly and never dare delay such an important matter!"
Lin Yi waved his hand, signaling for them to leave.
The six men felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They hurriedly turned and strode out of the hall, not daring to look back.
Once they had left, only Lin Yi, the suppressed Lei Kun, and the ashen-faced Hong Weixin remained in the hall.
Lin Yi's gaze slowly swept over Hong Weixin. His tone was frosty, devoid of even the slightest warmth. "Hong Weixin, now that things have come to this, what are your thoughts?"
Hong Weixin's face alternated between green and white. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to straighten his back, his voice carrying a stubborn bravado that belied his weakness. "Steward Lin, you certainly have impressive methods. This move of cutting off the source was flawlessly executed! But although you are the supervising steward of the Earthly Branch, if I do not agree, then according to the White Tiger Captain's rules, you have no authority to arbitrarily deal with Brother Lei's and my positions!"