"Looks like Mo Gan Yun is done for... and so are we..."

Yu Zhongge stared blankly.

Jing Shuanggao hung his head, dejected: "I can’t even beat Mo Gan Yun..."

Qiu Yunshang scratched his head: "Didn’t he just say he was the weakest?"

"Damn, and we actually believed him!"

The three were utterly disheartened.

Although the battle wasn’t over yet, as onlookers, it was clear—Mo Gan Yun was done for now.

Just watch.

In the arena, Fang Che transformed into a blur, shadows spinning around him. Mo Gan Yun watched intently, but each of his punches landed in the air. He yelled and roared in frustration.

Bam bam bam bam...

Four consecutive punches hit Mo Gan Yun’s eye sockets.

Suddenly, a fresh, hot panda appeared out of nowhere.

Mo Gan Yun struggled to open his eyes, desperately swinging his fists.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The sounds of his punches splitting the air made all the onlookers’ eyes twitch. Mo Gan Yun’s power was quite something.

But against his opponent, it was completely useless.

Hundreds of frenzied punches landed in thin air.

The wind rose behind him.

Mo Gan Yun madly turned around...

Somehow he tripped, staggered, and shouted, "Oh no..."

Then felt a punch on his shoulder.

His body involuntarily spun, and then bam, he received a heavy kick on the backside.

Mo Gan Yun tried hard not to fall, but he still toppled over like a massive plank, falling face first!

Boom!

His burly body slammed to the ground, as if toppling golden mountains and jade pillars!

Everyone could clearly feel the ground shake.

Every eye twitched uncontrollably.

Qiu Yunshang and the other two immediately covered their faces.

But then they uncovered them, eyes wide open, watching Mo Gan Yun getting beaten up with schadenfreude—they had already changed their stance in that brief moment.

We’re all loyal to Boss Fang!

Unlike Mo Gan Yun with his rebellious nature!

"Get him, Boss Fang!"

The three cheered simultaneously.

Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren, Dongyun Yu, turned to look at these shameless guys, eyes vacant.

Really, you guys switched sides so fast?

Mo Gan Yun, once down, couldn’t get back up.

He had become Fang Che’s giant punching bag!

He was completely knocked silly!

Yu Zhongge and the others watched, gloating but also reminded of the time when they were at Baiyun Martial Academy, thoroughly beaten and suppressed by Fang Che.

Each found their legs weakening.

It was as if they themselves were getting pummeled in the arena.

Mo Gan Yun struggled to stand but had lost the upper hand.

He might not be as reckless as Feng Xiangdong, but fighting Fang Che meant Fang Che could exploit his weaknesses too well.

After countless battles, Fang Che understood Mo Gan Yun’s weak spots completely.

Not to mention the weakness of his gigantic frame.

Fang Che effortlessly dealt with Mo Gan Yun.

If Mo Gan Yun’s actual cultivation level weren’t several grades higher than Fang Che’s, Fang Che probably wouldn’t even need to exert any momentum and could beat him with ease.

Mo Gan Yun initially decided to clash head-on with Fang Che.

This decision wasn’t wrong, but... his momentum was shattered right from the start.

His Divine Soul Power, Divine Sense, momentum, and killing aura were all far behind... so tragedy was inevitable.

Yu Zhongge and the others, already showing fear like quails, understood this.

Because their actual cultivation was higher than Fang Che’s, but their killing aura and so on were much weaker!

So they all knew!

If they went up, they’d also be beaten!

Why bother being the boss?

Being the boss was exhausting, worrying about everything, it’s better to be a subordinate.

Comfortable.

...

The outcome of the first round defied everyone’s expectations.

The two most favored to win had lost, and the one no one bet on won.

Staring at the betting slips, everyone felt like crying without tears.

"Damn it... Commander Zhao’s a real trickster..."

"Exactly, pegging the highest skilled at 1:8 odds scared everyone off..."

"Not even human!"

"It’s too much!"

Zhao Shanhe, high above, turned blue in the face because he felt he might lose as the bookmaker.

He hadn’t forgotten Fang Che had bet a thousand top-grade Spirit Crystals, with odds at one to eight!

Zhao Shanhe’s mouth twitched, asking An Ruoxing reluctantly, "Can Dongyun Yu beat Fang Che?"

An Ruoxing smiled insincerely: "Chances are thirty to seventy."

Zhao Shanhe, full of hope: "Dongyun Yu’s the seventy?"

An Ruoxing: "Dongyun Yu’s the thirty. Or not even that."

Zhao Shanhe fell heavily back into his chair, eyes empty, as if mourning the dead.

My money...

Old Man Shen came over: "I forgot to bet earlier..."

"Get lost, you damn old man!"

Zhao Shanhe cursed extremely rudely.

In the arena.

The second round has already begun.

Fang Che against Jing Shuanggao, Yu Zhongge against Dongyun Yu.

Fang Che won early on this side, and Jing Shuanggao followed in Mo Gan Yun’s footsteps, being completely suppressed by Fang Che throughout the fight.

He ended up yelling frantically, "Boss, spare me!"

Everyone’s eyes were jumping wildly again.

But over there, Dongyun Yu was downright miserable.

His cultivation was higher than Yu Zhongge’s, but cultivation doesn’t truly represent combat power; plus, his family’s foundation was lacking, and his martial arts skills were lacking...

The two battled fiercely until the end, both running out of strength, but Yu Zhongge, using the Yu Family’s Rain Mist Battle Technique, finally pinned Dongyun Yu to the ground.

Dongyun Yu struggled madly but the more he struggled, the more he ran out of physical strength.

In the end, his neck was pinned down, unable to move.

"Do you yield?"

"No!"

"Do you call me brother?"

"Brother!"

With Xue Wanren as a precedent, Dongyun Yu didn’t feel too embarrassed.

Yu Zhongge staggered to his feet: "I won!"

Everyone was speechless.

Especially Zhao Shanhe.

The one he favored most, Dongyun Yu, also lost.

He couldn’t even beat Yu Zhongge... didn’t even make it to the finals.

Everyone’s bets were almost a total loss.

There was only Yu Zhongge left facing Fang Che, with no chance of winning.

As expected, Yu Zhongge, harboring a guilty conscience and a sense of tragic heroism, thinking ’I am definitely not Boss Fang’s match’, after a hard battle... successfully lost to Fang Che.

The captain was decided.

Fang Che is the captain!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Total loss!

No one betted correctly! Well, that’s not accurate, Fang Che himself bet correctly, the only one.

Fang Che, whom no one thought highly of, emerged as the leader.

"Chief..."

Someone cried out in extreme grief and anger: "What is this—if you don’t want to pay us our salaries, you could just issue a notice... why take it all away like this?"

"We just got paid yesterday... today it’s all gone back, and even owe!"

All patrol members were complaining bitterly, speechless—salaries hadn’t even warmed their hands and their savings were gone too.

Was the paycheck just bait to fish us?

If we could at least have some winners left, we could borrow a bit more money, but now we’re all bare, what to do?

Zhao Shanhe was also at a loss for words.

He was left stunned directly.

The total of all the bets wasn’t enough to cover Fang Che’s bet.

Eight times!

"I’m broke too! What are you yelling about!"

Zhao Shanhe roared: "My Southeast Headquarters couldn’t even cover Fang Che’s eight times even if I pawned you all! Financial crisis again! Next month’s benefits will be halved!"

"No, Chief, I have an eighty-year-old mother above, and..." someone wailed.

"Get lost, old man, you’re six hundred and seven this year..."

Amidst the wailing, a group of gamblers, looking like they had lost their mothers, hobbled off.

They had no interest in the battles of the remaining guys.

Who ranks second, third, eighth... had nothing to do with their now worthless bets.

Now, they needed to hurry and find a place to borrow money, or they’d be in deficit this month, with nowhere to go for even the Northwest Wind.

Seizing the chance to borrow from colleagues elsewhere who had just been paid, since they didn’t yet know everyone lost here.

If news spread, they wouldn’t be able to borrow a cent—who would lend money to patrol members who are all broke?—What if something comes up, this lot couldn’t even manage a loan!

Apart from a few captains and team leaders waiting to cozy up to the newly promoted captain.

Everyone else left cleanly.

Finally, Fang Che was appointed captain.

Yu Zhongge, after a crushing defeat by Fang Che, lost all fighting spirit and was dramatically overturned by his former subordinate, Mo Gan Yun.

Mo Gan Yun was honored as vice-captain.

Yu Zhongge became the third.

Dongyun Yu rose to fourth place, Jing Shuanggao easily took fifth, and Qiu Yunshang proudly advanced to the top six.

In the arena.

Xue Wanren and Feng Xiangdong, two direct descendants from super families, and also two tragic figures of the Sixth Squad of the First Patrol Team, were fighting for who would rank last.

Before starting, they had these thoughts: "The captain’s position is likely to be born between us, and we will inevitably fight then!"

"It’s uncertain who will win!"

"We’ll let them see what we can do when the time comes!"

"Indeed!"

Previously, they schemed well.

The last battle, as expected, ended up with the two of them closing the event.

However, they were not fighting for the captain’s position, but not to be last!

This... the process was the same, but the purpose and result were literally worlds apart!

So pitiful that even Dongyun Yu felt embarrassed to mock them—this statement alone shows how awkwardly the two young masters were positioned.

But everything was already decided.

Unchangeable.

Finally... Xue Wanren successfully pinned Feng Xiangdong to the ground, occupying the seventh position first with his gaze, burning with resentment and misery.

Feng Xiangdong never imagined that, acting superior, changing rules, and posing as a boss... he would end up tragically like this!

Became the smallest!