388: Chapter 388 The Truth About Yan Pojun

Those two days of survival in the mud completely cured Yan Pojun's mental exhaustion.

He packed away his arrogant and cool attitude from back then.

His military career combined with this low-profile approach made his various indicators soar like a rocket.

He forced his way through the doors of the Fangs Reserve.

This resume was enough for him to walk tall in Linzhou.

But before truly entering Fangs, he was still one last step away.

He touched the coin inside his tactical vest.

This was the mission token Commander-in-Chief Qin Zhan had tossed to him before his departure.

Qin Zhan was sitting on an ammo box at the time.

While rubbing his feet, he flicked the coin over.

"Go to the Organization and settle your old debt from six years ago."

"Sever the past; don't enter Fangs with a tail!"

Yan Pojun stood straight with his legs together and shouted a loud "Received!"

Now he stood before the bulletproof glass of the waiting area.

Watching the young girl in the warm-up area who was making the sandbag thud loudly.

Yan Pojun fell into a long two-minute silence.

Lin Yao was wearing holographic goggles.

Her punching speed was extremely fast.

Her whole being radiated an extremely arrogant chunibyo aura.

This scene was too familiar.

So familiar it made Yan Pojun's toes curl in embarrassment.

Six years ago, he had also been smashing sandbags in the lounge like this.

He had also been just as overbearing.

Back then, he was certain that as long as his fists were hard enough, even the gods would have to step aside.

If he hadn't met that instructor who ground him into the mud.

That instructor, code-named "Black Shadow," was built like a brown bear.

He had no fancy skills.

Relying purely on physical strength, he punched through an A-rank alloy shield.

He then picked up Yan Pojun, who was hiding behind the shield.

And planted him directly into a half-meter deep swamp.

Then, with one palm, he struck out a magic circle ten meters in diameter; for a full forty-eight hours, he couldn't move his body at all except to breathe.

This pure crushing defeat shattered all his pride.

If not for all that, he would probably still be losing himself in a false peak right now.

Yan Pojun's finger, holding the thermos, hung in mid-air.

Was he really going to crush a Little Girl's confidence in this setting?

Wouldn't that be a bit too cruel?

What if she became withdrawn or burst into tears on the spot?

Now the whole internet was hyping "The Military God of Slaughter enters the fray to slaughter a fledgling."

This scapegoat label was big and round.

Yan Pojun unscrewed the lid of his thermos.

Steaming goji berry water rose up.

He shook his head violently.

He couldn't be held hostage by external public opinion.

If he won, he'd be cursed for slaughtering a fledgling; if he lost, his reputation would be ruined.

Since he'd be cursed either way, he might as well follow his heart.

This was the real reason Qin Zhan had sent him back.

To completely sever external shackles!

Putting aside those messy thoughts.

This was merely a senior giving guidance to a junior.

This Little Girl was a Mythic Rank.

Her potential was even more terrifying than his own back then.

If he let her continue being so arrogant, she wouldn't even know how she died when she encountered a real monster in the future.

He was doing a great deed.

Providing free military-grade high-pressure frustration training.

Letting this girl understand the cruelty of society early on.

Yan Pojun tilted his head back.

And drank the scalding goji berry water in one gulp.

Thud.

The thermos slammed heavily onto the table.

He hardened his resolve.

Today, he would be a qualified mentor for curing competition addiction.

I believe that after today, Little Girl, your path will be much easier than mine was!

...

Organization VIP meeting area.

The holographic projector emitted a faint blue light.

Zhong Huai pushed the final electronic agreement in front of Chen Jing.

"President Chen, the equipment models will be according to the list; they will be delivered to the testing grounds tomorrow afternoon on time."

Chen Jing happily pressed his finger on the screen to leave a confirmation mark.

"Rest assured, Officer Zhong, the Organization' logistics channels are absolutely reliable."

Zhong Huai stood up and stuffed the microcomputer into his pocket.

Just as he walked out of the meeting room, the automatic sensor lights in the corridor lit up one by one.

His terminal communicator began to vibrate frantically.

The caller ID showed a large red skull symbol.

Remark: Evil Exploiter Number Two · Qin Zhan.

Zhong Huai pressed mute and leaned against the wall.

He had just arrived at the Summit today and hadn't even had a hot meal yet.

After watching Lin Yu's unexpected test, his mind was full of how to modify the exam parameters.

Then Qin Zhan called.

Using the excuse of "since you're already at the Organization anyway," he forcibly shoved a bunch of procurement tasks onto him.

After finally finishing the haggling with that old fox Chen Jing.

This life-threatening series of calls came again.

The communicator vibrated until his thigh felt numb.

Zhong Huai pressed the answer button.

"Boss, the equipment from the Organization has been settled; the new models will be in place tomorrow."

Zhong Huai took the initiative to report the work progress.

Heavy breathing and the loud sound of metal clashing came through the communication channel.

Qin Zhan was clearly just finishing some inhuman-level weight training.

"Put the equipment matter aside for now."

Qin Zhan's voice pierced through his eardrums.

"What on earth is Yan Pojun doing?!"

Zhong Huai moved the terminal ten centimeters away.

"Yan Pojun? Isn't he at the military district?"

Qin Zhan roared on the other end.

"He's not at the military district! He's right above your head!"

Zhong Huai looked up at the snow-white ceiling.

Completely unable to understand what Qin Zhan meant.

"Open the local trending search list!"

Qin Zhan barked an order.

Zhong Huai swiped open the virtual light screen with one hand.

The screen full of bold, bright red text instantly occupied his entire field of vision.

#Military God of Slaughter Enters the Fray to Slaughter a Fledgling!#

#Six Years Later! Yan Pojun Battles the Mentally Ill Girl!#

#Hundred-Person Bloodbath at the Organization! Max-Level Boss Returns to the Beginner Village!#

Zhong Huai was stunned.

"Huh?"

He was having a meeting on the fifteenth floor of this very building.

Yan Pojun was actually bullying a newcomer in the arena upstairs, and it was a Little Girl?

The key was that he was completely unaware of this!

"Boss, I swear, this has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

Zhong Huai decisively began to pass the buck.

"I've been going over the list with Chen Jing since the moment I walked in!"

Qin Zhan slammed a hundred-ton barbell onto the ground on the other end.

The floor of the entire training room vibrated.

"Aren't you on-site? How did you fail to keep an eye on him!"

Zhong Huai laughed out of pure frustration.

"How could I? I didn't put a tracker on him!"

"Besides, isn't Yan Pojun supposed to be in intensive training at the base? Who let him out!"

There was a sudden second of silence in the communication channel.

Only the faint static of the microphone could be heard.

Qin Zhan cleared his throat.

"I did."

Zhong Huai grabbed a handful of hair.

"Boss, why did you let him go back to the Organization?"

"To experience life? Or to do some community outreach?"

Qin Zhan spoke with full confidence.

"The contract he signed at the Organization back then was an unfair one with an automatic renewal clause."

"If I didn't let him go back and handle the termination procedures himself, was the military supposed to pay the penalty fee for him, and you would be the one to apply for the funds?"

Zhong Huai covered his face.

This reason was very sufficient.

It was very much in line with the Fangs Special Operations Team... no, no, no, in line with Commander-in-Chief Qin Zhan's consistently stubborn procedural justice... and stingy style.