"Chief, this is too risky. Should we call the guard over?" Jiang Huowang, the adjutant accompanying him, voiced his concerns.
"Why? Do they still have the guts to detain me? If they dare to do so... I, Tang Shengyan, would really thumbs-up to Yan Wenli and shout 'respect'." The old man said with a stern face.
Looking down at the red bricks on the ground, he asked, "Was that squad leader killed right here?"
"Yes," Jiang Huowang nodded and replied, "It's said the conflict occurred right at the entrance of the Monitoring Bureau."
"Hmm, his head was chopped off, must have bled quite a bit, right?"
"..."
The adjutant didn't know how to answer that question, nor did he dare to.
"Our brothers from the Flame-Bathed Legion can only die on the battlefield, not at the hands of our own. That would be a disgrace." The old man barked fiercely, "Go send the word, say that I, Tang Shengyan, am here and want to see the Director of the Supervision Institute, Yan Wenli."
