Feng Xiangdong lay on the ground, powerless, not even wanting his chest to rise and fall with breaths.

Truly a state of utter despair.

Depressed as if dead.

This outcome, to be honest, even Fang Che hadn’t anticipated, especially since Feng Xiangdong was once the second-in-command during the King level Battle, just below him!

He was really under one person, above thousands.

But here... this isn’t just being capsized in a gutter but an aircraft carrier being overturned in a gutter!

This sense of discord rendered Fang Che speechless for a long time.

"Feng Xiangdong, you... geez... really didn’t expect this."

Feng Xiangdong, lying on the ground, covered his face. His ten toes curled tightly...

With the announcement of the captain taking office.

Captain Fang Che walked seriously to the Taishi Chair under seven brothers’ complex glances.

Received the captain’s appointment, donned the captain’s attire.

Wore the captain’s insignia and armband.

Put on the cloak.

Sitting squarely in the Taishi Chair.

Like a new emperor ascending the throne, solemn and dignified.

"Mo Gan Yun, Yu Zhongge... Feng Xiangdong... reporting to the captain!"

Seven people saluted in unison.

Fang Che smiled modestly, a gentle smile, raising his right hand lightly: "Fellow colleagues, please stand up. From now on, we are brothers in the same trench. Patrol work is significant, involving the reputation of Guardians and Protectors. I hope all colleagues will strongly support each other, work together, weather storms together, and share the glory."

"We thank the captain. We will certainly unite and collaborate, always keeping the captain as our guide!"

Everyone raised their hands.

Fang Che smiled.

Then the captain ceremony concluded.

Then came.

"Young brother Mo Gan Yun, Yu Zhongge, Dongyun Yu... Feng Xiangdong pays respect to the elder brother!"

Fang Che could no longer sit at this point.

But instead stood up immediately: "Brothers, please rise..."

The seven stood up simultaneously: "Boss Fang!"

"Hello, brothers."

Then Mo Gan Yun stood forward gallantly to receive greetings.

Six people together: "Brother Mo!"

"Good, good, good..."

"Brother San!"

Yu Zhongge laughed until his eyes disappeared.

Though defeated by Mo Gan Yun, it was very normal, with their previous matches being tied. He no longer cared. The most critical thing... he gained three new younger brothers, making Yu Zhongge’s heart burst with excitement.

Especially among them were the two belonging to the Wind, Rain, and Snow Three Great Families...

Yu Zhongge’s voice trembled: "... Oh, Old Seven, and Little Eight, you both need to improve..."

Xue Wanren and Feng Xiangdong twisted their faces, wishing they could pull Yu Zhongge down right there and beat him into a mud ball to stuff into their own buttocks and spray out!

But there’s no way, with all eyes watching, willing to accept loss.

"Yes, Brother San is right."

"Wahahaha..." Yu Zhongge’s eyebrows disappeared: "Brother San will urge you often, with occasional visits..."

Home visits...

Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren’s faces turned ashen: "Brother San, have mercy... Boss Fang, save me... Please don’t let him have home visits..."

"Well, okay..."

Dongyun Yu, having paid respects to three brothers, began accepting greetings from the younger brothers.

Standing tall, looking proud, wagging his tail.

"Little Seven and Little Eight, especially the two of you, don’t disgrace Fourth Brother in the future. Oh, still too weak. You tell me, ate so many meals in vain over the years, not in a dog’s belly, right...? How come... tut-tut... became like this? Hehe, if there’s anything you don’t understand, come ask Fourth Brother more. Your Fourth Brother knows everything about the heavens, earth, the Three Sects, Nine Schools, Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Jianghu, and court... To sum it up, be humble, you must be humble..."

"This bragging, one must target the person and circumstances, like Little Eight today... what’s this about?"

Dongyun Yu pointed and gestured grandly.

Xue Wanren and Feng Xiangdong initially held their heads and endured listening, but what they heard made them unable to bear it anymore.

Directly rushed up, flipping the freshly ranked Fourth Brother to the ground and giving him a beating.

"Damn, you’re still going on..."

Although it was a farce, the brothers and subordinates on this side had decided.

Overall, it was a happy ending.

Occasionally, two or three were dissatisfied, but the minority obeyed the majority. Moreover... having the weakest combat power, what say do they have?

The matter concluded, with the truth clear.

Zhao Shanhe stood up ready to run, but Old Man Shen grabbed him: "You haven’t fulfilled your gambling debts yet!"

Fang Che rushed up too: "Chief..."

He rubbed his hands, looking embarrassed: "Oh, really didn’t expect this... so, where do we claim the winnings?"

Zhao Shanhe held his belly and eyes bulged with a toothache expression: "... Damn it..."

Beside him, the Financial Chief was crying sorrowfully.

"Can we not extend..." Zhao Shanhe asked lowly.

"Chief..."

Fang Che looked amazed: "You are part of the grand Southeast Headquarters..."

"Stop! Don’t say anymore!"

Zhao Shanhe’s face turned black as coal: "Give it to him!"

The Financial Chief looked as if life held no meaning: "But that’ll empty it out..."

"Empty it or not, can’t default."

Zhao Shanhe said with a black face, storming off.

Walking out of the Inspection Hall, I felt utterly dejected.

Damn it, I’ve made history.

The first Chief to lose so badly at hosting a gambling event that he lost his shirt. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The Financial Chief looked conflicted.

Damn it, following you as the Financial Chief is like I’ve had eight generations of bad luck; every now and then, the headquarters’ warehouse rats are starving and crying...

"First, take this as your bet, totaling 2600 top grade Spirit Crystals. Come to see me at Finance later for the remaining 6400."

The Financial Chief looked gloomy.

"Well, I... should have some sort of receipt, right?" Fang Che was quite sharp.

If I don’t get a receipt now, I probably won’t even get through the finance office’s door. I know this kind of thing better than you...

In frustration, the Financial Chief wrote a note for Fang Che and left with sighs after Fang Che thanked him enthusiastically.

Damn it, I was hoping to make some money today.

But ended up losing my entire savings... Zhao Shanhe, you scoundrel!

When I’m done this year, you can find another Financial Chief yourself; I’m done serving you. Find whomever you like!

There’s no profit to be made, yet I’m constantly patching up holes and taking blame, I don’t care for being the Financial Chief!

Everyone at Southeast Headquarters calls me the God of Wealth, but who knows I’m the world’s biggest poor bastard!

Over there, Fang Che immediately went to discuss with several team captains, acquainting himself, and understanding the scope of small team tasks and so on.

Meanwhile, Feng Xiangdong and others gathered to chat.

Some smiled, some sighed.

Especially Feng Xiangdong, who regretted having booked a lavish banquet for a month, projecting an impressive demeanor yesterday, only for his intestines to twist today with regret.

Mo Gan Yun remembered he still had to renovate a house for Fang Che...

Others also recalled that yesterday all seven said they’d host a banquet, each for a month.

As a result, Boss Fang didn’t even wait in line; not only did he eat and drink for free, Mo Gan Yun was covering his house renovation...

This bastard kept saying he was poor yesterday, then today he suddenly threw out a thousand top grade Spirit Crystals!

What affluence!

And he won today!

Eight thousand top grade Spirit Crystals!

Nine thousand in total!

Pure profit here!

Couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

"Don’t say anymore... I’m miserable..."

Feng Xiangdong clutched his chest, feeling his heart ache and unable to speak: "If today’s events get back to the family, it’d be even more disgraceful than the King Shi..."

Once he said this, Xue Wanren’s expression was even worse than Feng Xiangdong’s: "I’m already pissed enough, and you actually had to bring up King Shi..."

Yu Zhongge coughed: "You all seem to have forgotten, King Shi was created by Boss Fang."

Instantly, Xue Wanren’s eyes widened.

Right, how could I forget that?

"But I was the first to shout out the name King Shi." Dongyun Yu gloated.

"..."

Xue Wanren collapsed: "What kind of team have I joined! Everyone here is my family’s enemy!"

That statement wasn’t wrong.

Back then during the Martial Arts Academy Grand Competition, Yu Zhongge and others’ Grup of Heavenly Venerable were mortal enemies with Xue Wanshi. The King Shi title originated because Yu Zhongge and others instigated it...

Anyway, the team of eight has already formed.

No way to leave, and unlikely any new members will join midway!

While chatting, Dongyun Yu somehow spoke a taunting line: "A bunch of trash!"

Thus, he was pounded by everyone again.

Yet surprisingly, they slowly bonded.

Dongyun Yu felt comfortable even while getting beaten, why? Because Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren were under him, which made him extremely satisfied!

The direct descendants of the Wind, Rain, and Snow Three Great Families!

"Hahaha..."

Dongyun Yu’s laughter never stopped.

Because every time Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren heard this laughter, they’d grind their teeth in hatred...

So Dongyun Yu simply changed his signature ’haha’ to ’hehehe’...

Just waiting and waiting.

Finally, Fang Che returned.

"Vice Captain, take Little Seven and Little Eight, and go to logistics to claim all the supplies."

Fang Che tossed out a note.

Mo Gan Yun stood up with a roar, laughing heartily: "Little Seven, Little Eight, come with me!"

Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren, head hung low, followed.

Once they collected the items and returned.

Fang Che gathered everyone at his team’s office for a meeting.

Everyone wore their uniform inspection clothes, each one looking sharp.

Very energetic.

Already higher-level Martial Artists, the injuries from fighting were no longer noticeable; well, Dongyun Yu’s face still had a bruise, but that was just from being hit and hadn’t faded yet.

On the table were eight copies of the inspection regulations.

"Silence!"

Fang Che sternly patted the table, and suddenly all was silent.

"I have a few words to say."

Fang Che kept a straight face, saying calmly: "There’s family among brothers, and play with play, but work is work, duty is duty! Anyone who can’t differentiate had better not blame me for being rude!"

Captain Fang’s initial authority asserted!