The column of water surged, and the backward suction created a temporary void at Zheng Xiu's feet. Water rushed toward the spot where he stood, quickly swirling into a whirlpool.
The soldiers steadied themselves against the fierce current and looked up, only to see the seemingly frail scholar take off his top, hang it at his waist, and reveal a perfect physique that left them stunned.
Zheng Xiu ran a hand through his wet hair, combing it back. He looked at the soldiers stumbling all around him, his expression grim. "Divine Martial Army! You swore to protect the nation and defend its borders, yet today you obey the private summons of the Director of the Secret Factory to come here and bully us, a group of unarmed common folk? Do you have no shame?"
"Bullshit! What kind of 'common folk' are you?!"
