"Changming, there is no need for excessive words. Although you have become the Commander this time, you are also facing challenges.

Since you are the New Army Commander due to the expansion, you have to start from scratch and build your own foundation little by little, which is no small feat.

If the combat effectiveness of the recruits cannot meet the requirements of the Grand Marshal for a long time, the Grand Marshal will not tolerate you indefinitely. You must pay great attention to the recruitment and training of soldiers in the future, supervise carefully, and do not slack off." Yang Zhen drank wine and reminded.

At this moment, in his view, Song Changming has not yet stabilized his position.

If the troop’s combat effectiveness is not up to par, Song Changming, as Commander, is very likely to be removed, ending up in vain hope.

After all, too many people have their eyes on the position of the New Army Commander.

"If there is anything you don’t understand in the future or encounter any difficulties, feel free to come to me. Although you are no longer my Deputy General, our friendship still exists. Don’t be formal with me."

Xing Tiexin, eating while drinking, also said.

"Alright."

While they were talking, a sudden noise came from the private room they were in.

They all frowned.

"Trouble’s coming." Xing Tiexin put down his wine glass and shook his head.

As he finished speaking, the sliding door of the private room was suddenly kicked open.

Fragments of wood flew toward the wine table inside the room.

Being close to the door, with a single thought, Song Changming’s purple-golden flame instantly burned away the flying wood fragments without allowing them to touch him or the wine table.

Song Changming looked at the person who crudely broke the door.

The other person appeared middle-aged, dressed in dark luxurious clothing, wearing a Jade Crown, exuding a sense of authority.

At this moment, the man stared with wide eyes, scanning the room’s occupants before locking his gaze on Xing Tiexin and Yang Zhen.

"Xing Tiexin, do you know who I am?" The man’s voice was low and carried a faint hint of killing intent, with overwhelming might that made Song Changming vigilant.

Though he believed the man would not dare act here, he still did not let his guard down.

This man was very strong!

"I have seen Flag Master Zhao." Xing Tiexin directly stood up and cupped his hands.

"My son worked under you, and now he is dead. What should you be guilty of?" Zhao Zun took a deep breath, glaring coldly at Xing Tiexin, the killing intent in his tone intensified, nearly unchecked.

The attendants outside the club dared not take a step closer, fearful of being vented upon by such a fierce person tonight.

"He is Zhao Linxin’s father," Fu Yuan quietly informed Song Changming.

A simple sentence clarified everything for Song Changming.

The man was here to settle accounts after losing his son.

"Moreover, he holds a position in the army as a Little Flag Master of the Twenty First Flag Army," Fu Yuan added.

After all, he had worked with Zhao Linxin for many years and had some understanding of the situation.

This father could be considered Zhao Linxin’s biggest support.

If not for the need to avoid suspicion within the army, Zhao Linxin would not have been sent to their 41st Flag Army.

Now that Zhao Linxin died in the demon disaster, although it was officially determined he was killed by the Demon Race, it was evident that his father did not intend to let the Commander Xing Tiexin off the hook, allowing the matter to blow over.

"Flag Master Zhao, Zhao Linxin was killed by the Demon Race. At the time, the Demon Race’s army pressed close to Mingju City. The situation was dire, and everyone risked their lives in battle. This matter is not General Xing’s fault."

Yang Zhen also stood up, intervening before Xing Tiexin could speak.

"Then whose fault is it? Is it yours?" Zhao Zun shouted angrily.

Yang Zhen squinted and his tone turned cold, "I thought that being of high rank and having been in the army for decades, Flag Master Zhao should have been accustomed to life and death. If you couldn’t accept it, why did you send your son to the army in the first place?"

Zhao Zun’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Yang Zhen, don’t think that becoming a Banner Master in the army puts you on equal footing with me. There is no noble family named Yang in Core City! Are you really going to stand against me?"

"This matter!" Xing Tiexin didn’t want Yang Zhen to suffer because of him, wanting to shoulder the other party’s anger alone.

However, Yang Zhen blocked him, facing Zhao Zun directly and said, "I’ll say it again, Zhao Linxin was killed by the Demon Race."

Zhao Zun’s face was pale, but he also knew that today he could do nothing to Yang Zhen and Xing Tiexin. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

However, the anger stemming from his grief remained unvented, making it increasingly unbearable for him.

His gaze flickered, then he noticed Fu Yuan and Song Changming beside him, suddenly recalling something, he asked again.

"Who is Song Changming?"

"This subordinate has seen Flag Master Zhao." Song Changming spoke, cupping his hands.

The air seemed to freeze, an extremely strong pressure, like an invisible hand, suddenly gripped Song Changming, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The next moment, Zhao Zun abruptly kicked out.

This kick came with full force, aimed directly at Song Changming, as if intending to kill him with one blow.

"Why didn’t you save my son!"

The kick was so sudden that it caught everyone off guard.

Even Yang Zhen was momentarily stunned, not expecting the other party to actually dare to violently lash out, and that the blame would fall on Song Changming.

Fortunately, Song Changming had remained vigilant, not letting his guard down.

As the other party kicked, he also moved.

However, he did not dodge. Instead, he chose to retaliate.

Kicking out in the same manner, without holding back at all, he directly unleashed the Witch Seal on his leg bone!

The force surged layer upon layer, like raging waves, or like a launched nuclear warhead, exploding the moment it met the opponent’s kick.

He didn’t care about the opponent’s identity; a sudden attack made him an enemy.

The terrifying power was unleashed without reservation. Under the impact of the force, the private room was directly destroyed, the ceiling and floor blasted through several layers, making the entire tavern sway precariously.