Fu Yunhe stepped out of the apartment building, and the expressionless look on his face, coupled with the distance in his eyes, radiated an aura of inapproachability.
"Fu Yunhe, good morning."
A crisp voice rang out, and a female soldier looked at Fu Yunhe with a slight nervousness in her eyes, waiting for his reply.
Fu Yunhe stopped in his tracks and glanced impassively at the speaking female soldier, his tongue as sharp as shards of Rubble.
"Article three of military glory and discipline requires a properly fastened uniform down to the first button and correctly worn military cap; you fail to meet the standard, deduct two points, please present your ID."
Intimidated by Fu Yunhe's demeanor, the woman obediently took out her card.
With a "beep," two points were deducted.
Meanwhile, Fu Yunhe, who had deducted the points, walked away without a second glance, completely dismissing her.
