Barracks 108, by one of the buildings, a crowd had gathered, murmuring amongst themselves. “Did you see? Those two Brigadier Generals just went inside.” “Wonder if there’ll be a fight.

If those big shots throw a punch or a kick, this building will probably crumble.” “That pretty boy is going to be in deep trouble.” Amidst the hushed whispers, the building’s main door was shoved open, and the man in the black combat attire stepped out first, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings with disdain. Everyone quickly averted their eyes, unwilling to meet his stare. Following him, the man in the white tracksuit, Ye Chen, and Murong Xue emerged in succession.

Many had only ever heard Murong Xue’s name; this was the first time they saw her in person, causing them to freeze momentarily. They hadn't expected the young mistress to be so breathtakingly beautiful, like a lily blooming in the midnight air. Just standing there silently evoked a feeling of inadequacy, a deep-seated humility that made one hesitant to even look upon her.

“Let’s go!” The man in the white tracksuit curled his lip into a cold sneer and led the way. The crowds on either side parted, casting glances of pity toward Ye Chen, though most were laced with mockery and cold laughter. They hadn't walked far before the group arrived at the central plaza, where a squad was currently drilling.

Upon seeing the two men in tracksuits, the soldiers were instantly astonished and quickly halted their movements. The squad leader ran over; it was none other than Captain Zhang, the man who had previously led the siege against Ye Chen. He hurried to the side of the man in the tracksuit, bowing and scraping, “Your subordinate is Zhang De.

May I ask what orders the two Generals have for us?” The man in the tracksuit waved a hand dismissively. “We aren’t Generals.” Zhang De chuckled obsequiously. “Though you are only Brigadier Generals now, your talents are astonishing.

Becoming full Generals is inevitable in the future.” The smile on the tracksuit man’s face deepened slightly. “The Base City desperately needs talent like yours. I will recommend you for promotion when we return.” Zhang De’s eyes lit up, and he quickly offered his thanks.

Then, his gaze fell upon Ye Chen and Murong Xue. He raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding the situation, and sneered, “It’s you again. I didn’t think you’d cause such a ruckus so soon after arriving in the Base City.

Hmph, a blight like you should have been dealt with long ago!” Ye Chen’s eyes turned cold. He took one step forward and slapped Zhang De across the face. Zhang De had never anticipated Ye Chen would be so bold as to act out in front of two Brigadier Generals.

Stunned, he tried to dodge, but no one Ye Chen intended to hit had ever managed to evade his strike. Slap! Half of Zhang De’s face immediately swelled, bearing a bright red palm print.

Several teeth were knocked loose, and his step faltered, causing him to nearly fall. This sudden turn of events startled the two men in tracksuits. They instantly turned, fixing Ye Chen with chilling, murderous glares that left no room for hiding their intent.

“Are you looking to die?” Zhang De had just been flattering the tracksuit man, and now, being disciplined right in front of him, it was tantamount to the tracksuit man being slapped himself. “I haven’t settled things with you from last time. You clearly haven’t learned your lesson!” Ye Chen glanced coldly at Zhang De, then looked dismissively at the two men in tracksuits.

“Control your dog.” “You…” Zhang De trembled with rage. The burning pain on his face left him utterly humiliated, especially with so many subordinates watching. The thought of those who usually fawned over him now witnessing him being slapped by a mere soldier annihilated all his accumulated authority.

Venom filled his heart toward Ye Chen. “One day, I will make you pay double!” Zhang De ground out through clenched teeth. Ye Chen glanced at him and suddenly brought his hand down again, intending another slap.

The man in the white tracksuit darkened, raising his hand like a dragon’s claw, hooking and grasping. An expert would have immediately recognized that he wasn't merely trying to stop Ye Chen’s attack; he intended to cripple that arm! Ye Chen’s expression remained unchanged; the trajectory of his hand did not waver.

Zhang De had anticipated the two men in tracksuits would intervene. If he were hit once, it was bad luck; to be hit a second time would utterly disgrace them. This was why he dared to speak such venomous words to Ye Chen, expecting the two Generals to strike hard and give Ye Chen a severe lesson.

Just as the hand of the man in the tracksuit was about to clamp down on Ye Chen’s wrist, Zhang De felt a secret surge of triumph. At that moment, a massive slap landed squarely on his own face. The force made his head ring, and the powerful impact sent him tumbling to the ground.

Dazed, dizzy, and disoriented, his ears buzzed, and his vision went black; he couldn't see a thing. Ye Chen withdrew his hand and glanced indifferently at the prone Zhang De before ignoring him completely. The man in the white tracksuit paused, his gaze becoming grave.

He studied Ye Chen carefully, a slight frown creasing his brow. A thought crossing his mind, he turned to the fallen Zhang De and said, “Captain Zhang, please have your squad withdraw. We wish to spar with this gentleman.” “Squad?” Zhang De mumbled incoherently.

“Who are you? What are you doing? You’re bullying me!

Waaah, Mom, someone’s bullying me…” The surrounding onlookers were stunned into silence. Was he driven mad? Zhang De, a captain of standing, had been slapped by Ye Chen so hard that he suffered a severe concussion and was reduced to an idiot?

The man in the white tracksuit and his companion also froze. They hadn't expected Ye Chen to be so vicious. While Zhang De wasn't killed outright, the outcome was practically the same—he was now completely useless.

Although a concussion might theoretically heal, the blood trickling from Zhang De’s ear suggested this was no ordinary concussion; the memory cells in his brain had likely been shattered. The chance of recovery was pitifully small, and the financial burden of treatment was too great for anyone to bother. “A sparring match, is it?

Let’s begin. I’m in a bit of a hurry,” Ye Chen said casually, showing no hint of remorse. The man in the white tracksuit nearly spat blood.

As a Brigadier General, every second was precious, yet before they had even delayed things, this soldier was already claiming he was in a rush. “Hmph, let me deal with him!” the man in the black combat attire sneered. The man in the white tracksuit’s eyes flickered, and he nodded.

“He’s yours, then. But go easy on him—he’s only a Soldier-rank.” The man in black grinned menacingly, looking at Ye Chen and twisting his neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle with you!” “Thank you,” Ye Chen replied flatly, then walked into the center of the plaza by himself.

The members of Zhang De’s squad parted, daring not to obstruct his path. “Be careful!” Murong Xue said with concern. Her worried expression caused the eyes of the two men in tracksuits to burn with jealousy.

Ye Chen didn’t look back, merely waving a hand. “I will.” The man in black stared at Ye Chen’s retreating back, intense murderous intent blazing in his eyes. He strode into the plaza, stretched his limbs, and then looked down at Ye Chen with contempt, his voice cold.

“With Miss Murong here as a witness, this is just a friendly spar. Rest assured, I won’t kill you.” Ye Chen nodded. The man in black let out a sinister laugh and moved, charging toward Ye Chen with incredible speed.

He covered the hundred-meter distance like an arrow shot from a bow, his astonishing velocity causing many onlookers to cry out in alarm. “Is this the strength of a General-rank? It’s terrifying!” “With that kind of power, killing zombies must be like slaughtering dogs!” “That pretty boy is finished.” Many people looked upon Ye Chen with pity.

Ye Chen stood firm, his figure tall and imposing, unmoving like a mountain. His expression was serene as he watched the charging man in black. The so-called ‘super speed’ of his opponent appeared agonizingly slow in Ye Chen’s eyes, slower than a snail’s crawl.

After about 1.5 seconds, the man in black reached Ye Chen. Seeing that Ye Chen hadn't evaded, he assumed the soldier hadn't reacted to his speed. He sneered and threw a punch, aiming not for Ye Chen’s head, but for the heart in his chest.

He was confident that striking that area would cause severe internal injuries, leading to death by organ hemorrhage within days. “Not good!” Murong Xue’s expression shifted dramatically. Her delicate fingers clenched, and she was about to step forward and rush into the fray.

Just then, Ye Chen suddenly raised his hand and caught the man’s fist. With a slight twist, the sound of shattering bone echoed, followed immediately by Ye Chen driving his own fist into the man's chest—not with a ‘pushing’ force, but with a ‘vibrating’ one. Boom!

The man in black felt as if his entire skeleton had been disjointed. He was sent flying three away, landing hard on the ground. His arm was bent at a ninety-degree angle, the broken shards of bone piercing the skin and exposing themselves.

Blood pooled on the ground.