Truly Disappointing

Hearing Bach's statement, the senior instructors looked surprised, then nodded in agreement.

"Since that is the case, I propose that the academy increase its protection of cadet Mu Fan and secure him a spot in the combat competition."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

Though they were still dissatisfied with Bach overstepping his bounds, the ultimate goals of both sides were highly aligned. Thus, the senior instructors from the Combat Department all voiced their agreement.

At that moment, a three-dimensional projection suddenly appeared in an empty area beside the long table.

"Hahahaha, my disciple is freaking awesome! I only dropped by to listen in, and I actually got to hear such explosive news. Damn, this is satisfying!"

Amid wild laughter, a bald head appeared, followed by a burly body materializing in an empty seat nearby. The bald man smugly glanced around.

"Well, well, everyone's here."

The senior instructors from the Combat Department instinctively wanted to turn their faces away. Damn bad luck. A temporary nighttime meeting, and they had run into Ruan Xiongfeng, that old soldier rogue. What the hell was wrong with him... sneaking in through a three-dimensional projection?

Everyone's here, my ass.

Couldn't he see that not even a third of the hall was occupied?

The instructors all glared at the bald old soldier rogue irritably.

When he was here in person, they did not dare get angry because they could not beat him.

Now that he was just a projection, there was no point in getting angry because they could not hit him anyway.

"What's wrong? Wasn't the atmosphere lively before I arrived? Weren't you all happily discussing my personal disciple?"

Ruan Xiongfeng grinned without the slightest self-awareness, tossing around "my ass" every other sentence until the instructors' faces nearly turned pale.

"Instructor Ruan, please mind your personal image."

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