Chapter 638: Handle It My Way!

Instructor Lin? The Divine Machine Camp?

The information in these words instantly caught everyone’s attention, shocking them with a significant revelation: the young man standing before them, unyielding like a reef in an angry sea, came from an extraordinary background.

He was the Chief Instructor of the Divine Machine Camp!

"Sir, are you... Lin Mu, the Chief Instructor of the Divine Machine Camp from the Southeast Military Region?" The captain’s expression became extremely serious, and a hint of panic even flashed in his eyes.

"What? Are you questioning our Teacher Lin’s identity?" Jiaolong shot the captain a cold look. "I also just heard that you wanted to requisition the medicine formula from Teacher Lin’s company. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, the other members of the Divine Machine Camp glared furiously. They no longer restrained their auras, which pressed down collectively on the burly men.

The captain’s face paled slightly.

If this young man is truly the Chief Instructor of the Divine Machine Camp, then in terms of rank and background, he’s someone I can’t afford to offend.

Jiaolong’s words sent a shiver of dread down his spine.

Requisitioning a formula from a company owned by a military region’s chief instructor? That could land me in a military tribunal!

"This is a misunderstanding," the captain said hurriedly, clasping his fist. "I am Ling Zhang, captain of the Wolf Slayer Camp from the Yue Province Military Region. I apologize for any offense caused earlier, and I hope Instructor Lin can forgive me."

The Chief Instructor of the Divine Machine Camp is on the same level as our Wolf Slayer Camp’s instructor. And I was about to make a move on him just now? If he decides to pursue this, it will be a huge mess.

"And what if I don’t?" Lin Mu glanced at him indifferently before ignoring him completely and turning to Zhang Youguang. "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

"Sir—"

Just as Ling Zhang started to speak, Lin Mu cut him off in a detached tone, "Your rank is too low; you’re not qualified to talk to me. Let the person backing you do the talking."

Ling Zhang’s face turned crimson. Clenching his teeth, he turned and stormed outside, clearly going to notify his backer.

"Teacher Lin, what about these guys?" Jiaolong asked, looking at the six remaining men with an unfriendly gaze, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"You all can handle it," Lin Mu chuckled. "Just remember, don’t kill anyone."

"You got it!" Jiaolong grinned. "Brothers, who’s up?"

"Me!"

"Get lost, don’t you dare try to steal this from me!"

"You think you can take me?"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

While they were still arguing, a figure dashed out. With a few quick punches and kicks, he instantly knocked down all six men from the Wolf Slayer Camp and tossed them into a corner.

"Six pieces of trash. What was there to even fight over? Pathetic," Ma Biao said, dusting off his hands. He looked disdainfully at the six men in the corner. "If this is the best the Wolf Slayer Camp has to offer, I could take on your entire camp by myself!"

Although none of the six men looked convinced, their faces flushed with shame and anger. They hadn’t even seen their attacker’s movements before they were all on the ground. Fists clenched in frustration, they fell silent.

To the members of the Divine Machine Camp, however, Ma Biao’s effortless takedown of six Wolf Slayer Camp soldiers was completely unremarkable. But this casual reaction struck the other onlookers with horror.

Who in the world are these people? How can they be so strong?

Zhang Youguang was especially shocked, as he knew the true strength of the Wolf Slayer Camp.

Those men are elites, each one chosen from ten thousand soldiers. A single one of them could take on a hundred special forces troops without breaking a sweat. Yet they were all taken down by just one man? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, who would ever believe it?

As he processed this, the way Zhang Youguang looked at Lin Mu changed for the first time.

However, his face showed no fear. Instead, he sneered, "Kid, do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re in? You dared to touch men from the Wolf Slayer Camp. You’re finished when their instructor gets here!"

"You old bastard, you still dare to threaten our instructor?" Ma Biao kicked Zhang Youguang. His strength was immense; even though he held back, the force of the single kick was enough to break Zhang Youguang’s leg.

"AAAAH!" Zhang Youguang’s face turned deathly pale from the pain, his features twisting into a grimace.

"You broke my leg! I guarantee you won’t leave Yue Province alive!" Zhang Youguang’s face was a ferocious mask. "You think you’re tough? You think being from the Divine Machine Camp means something? Just wait until my son gets here! You’re all dead!"

"Ptui!" Ma Biao spat, then slapped Zhang Youguang across the head. "Any one of us from the Divine Machine Camp could take on your entire Wolf Slayer Camp alone," he said with disdain. "Your son? Who the hell is he?"

"Oh? So you look down on my Wolf Slayer Camp?"

Just then, an angry voice echoed from outside as a man of about six-foot-two slowly walked in. He had deep-set eyes and carried the faint smell of blood, a clear sign that he had recently killed.

"Ah Feng!" Zhang Youguang cried out in excitement upon seeing him. "You’re finally back! Any later and your father would have been beaten to death!"

Zhang Feng entered the meeting room. After a casual glance at his subordinates in the corner, he said, "When you get back, your training will be tripled!"

The six men were instantly panic-stricken, revealing a deep-seated fear of the Wolf Slayer Camp’s training regimen.

"Teacher Zhang, they—" Ling Zhang started to say as he walked in, his expression changing, but Zhang Feng cut him off with a cold snort. "A bunch of disgraces. Get out of my sight!"

Ling Zhang gritted his teeth and was about to lead his men away.

"Wait," Lin Mu said suddenly, his words a clear taunt aimed at Zhang Feng. "Did I say you could leave?"

"Lin Mu, right? I know you," Zhang Feng said. "Chief Instructor of the Southeast Military Region and Chief Instructor of the Divine Machine Camp. After joining the Divine Machine Camp, you immediately forced out Professor Feng and refused to let the soldiers be injected with the serum. Am I wrong?"

Lin Mu chuckled. "You’ve certainly done your homework. But as for your men..." He pointed at Ling Zhang. "A moment ago, he said he wanted to requisition my company’s formula. Was that on your orders?"

Zhang Feng glanced at Ling Zhang, who immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Teacher Zhang, I—"

Before Ling Zhang could finish, Zhang Feng slapped him hard across the face, roaring, "What have I taught you? Who gave you the audacity to be so disrespectful to a fellow instructor?"

"I admit my mistake," Ling Zhang said with his head lowered, his face full of resentment.

"Since you know you were wrong, get out of here and go accept your punishment," Zhang Feng said, waving his hand dismissively. "And from now on, you are no longer the captain of the Wolf Slayer Camp."

"Teacher Zhang, I—"

Ling Zhang’s face fell, and the other six men looked on in disbelief.

Isn’t that punishment too severe?

"What? Do you have an objection?"

At Zhang Feng’s single question, all seven men fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

Zhang Feng then turned his indifferent gaze to Lin Mu. "Instructor Lin, are you satisfied with this result?"

"I’m not satisfied."

Lin Mu’s answer made Zhang Feng’s eyebrows shoot up.

"And what part of it are you not satisfied with, Instructor Lin?" Zhang Feng’s tone was already growing impatient.

"I’m not satisfied with any of it," Lin Mu replied. "Since Instructor Zhang can’t bring himself to punish his own men, we’ll do things my way."

"Jiaolong!"

"Here!" Jiaolong responded instantly.

Lin Mu gave a cold command, "Cripple them all."

"Yes, sir!"