Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Before Jepard could speak, his bodyguards surged forward.

"Mr. Yang Chaoyue! How did you manage to do that slap just now?"

"Mr. Yang Chaoyue! Who is this Xilin you mentioned? Is she also a monster from another realm?"

"Mr. Yang Chaoyue! Do you take on apprentices?"

Walter was surrounded, but he remained calm and instead showed a knowing smile.

"Sirin? She was the first Herrscher I encountered back then."

When they fought, it was an earth-shattering spectacle.

He started gesturing, becoming more and more excited as he spoke.

"Back then, I wasn't very familiar with the Herrscher core..."

"Uncle Yang, you've gone off-topic."

Qi Ye whispered a reminder.

Walter paused for a moment, then coughed:

"In short, your little affairs are not worth mentioning."

The guards looked at them with admiration.

"Yang Chaoyue is amazing!"

"Yang Chaoyue is a god!"

March 7th buried his face in his gloves and muttered, "It's over, it's completely turned into a cult scene."

Xing, standing to the side, counted heads with great interest: "Three hundred and seventy-two believers, we can start considering collecting membership fees."

"Can you please stop thinking about money all the time!"

At this moment, Jepard finally squeezed out of the Iron Guard's encirclement, veins throbbing on his forehead.

"That's enough!"

He gave a low shout, and the guards reluctantly shut their mouths.

But their eyes remained fixed on Walter, like a group of fanatical fans who had spotted their idol.

Jepard took a deep breath and turned to Qiye and her group, trying her best to remain professional.

"Everyone... although I don't know what faction the Star Train belongs to, you have indeed saved the entire front line."

"According to the rules, I should interrogate people like you with unknown origins."

But the strength you've demonstrated..."

Jepard glanced at Walter, who was standing tall and proud.

A smile that seemed to say, "I allow you to continue speaking," hung on his lips.

"...Too strong, I can't hold him."

"Knowing what's good for you."

Walter adjusted his glasses.

Qiye whispered to Xing:

"Uncle Yang's behavior is getting more and more infuriating."

"But he was telling the truth."

Xing replied.

"Exactly, it's impossible to hold onto it."

Being caught in the middle of March 7th, I feel like I'm going crazy:

"Can you guys please stop complaining at a time like this!"

Jepard pretended not to hear their whispers and continued:

"I will take you to Beloborg to see the High Warden. You must all have your own purpose in coming here!"

"Those who might find the High Guardian helpful."

"no problem."

Qiye readily agreed.

"Anyway, we came here to find the Star Core, so meeting the Great Guardian is a necessary step."

Seeing this, Jepard turned to his adjutant behind him and gave the following instructions:

"Form up the team and prepare to return to Belloberg."

Just as the adjutant was about to accept the order, a scout ran out of the snowstorm.

"Report! A suspicious person has been spotted 300 meters east of the position, acting suspiciously, and is suspected of spying on our troops!"

Jepard frowned.

"Bring it up."

A moment later, two guards escorted a man with blue-gray hair over.

The man was wearing a tattered overcoat, and his face was covered in bruises.

He walked with a limp, looking as miserable as could be.

Jepard saw his face clearly, and his eyes instantly turned cold.

"Sambo."

"Oh my, isn't this Commander Jeppard? Long time no see, you've gotten even more handsome!"

Sambo forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Don't try to get too close to me."

Jepard remained expressionless.

"Wanted fugitive Sambo Koski is suspected of illegal business operations, fraud, smuggling, and child trafficking."

"That last one was a frame-up! I didn't do that, I'm a good person!"

Sambo hurriedly tried to explain.

Jepard ignored him and waved to the guard beside him:

"Take him back and lock him up in jail."

"No, no, no! I'm still injured! Can't you have any humanity?"

Sambo struggled while looking miserable.

Two guards grabbed him and prepared to drag him out.

Just then, Sangbo's gaze swept over Qiye and her group.

His eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Waaaaah, thank goodness!!"

Sambo suddenly burst into tears and sat down heavily in the snow.

His face was covered in snot and tears, and he pointed at Qi Ye and the others in a shrill voice.

"It's you! It's you! I've finally found you!"

Qi Ye was taken aback, then pointed to her nose: "Us?"

"Yes! It's you guys!!"

Sambo cried even harder, patting the snow with his hands as he cried.

"You laid so many bricks, you buried me under the bricks!"

My back! My legs! My chronic leg pain! Pay up!

Sambo's roar silenced the entire front line.

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment, and even the two soldiers holding him involuntarily loosened their grip.

Jepard frowned.

"What did you say? They pinned you down?"

"Yes! It's them!"

Sambo got up from the ground, pointing at Qiye with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"I was walking peacefully in the snow when suddenly a pile of bricks fell from the sky and buried me!"

My back! My legs! I almost died there!

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and limped toward Xiye.

"Pay up! You have to pay! Medical expenses, lost wages, compensation for emotional distress—not a penny less!"

Qi Ye looked down at the man who was covered in dirt and had bruises all over his face, then turned to look at Walter.

Walter adjusted his glasses and said expressionlessly:

"You have a problem with the bricks I laid?"

Sambo's crying stopped abruptly.

He glanced at Walter's arrogant aura.

He glanced again at the group of guards behind him who were still staring at him with adoring eyes.

Then I decisively turned to Qiye.

You have to pick the softest persimmon to squeeze; this young man looks much easier to bully than that bespectacled uncle.

"You, you're all in cahoots! You all have to take responsibility!"

Sambo put on a mournful face again.

Looking at Sangbo's miserable face, Qiye suddenly smiled.

He straightened his collar, stepped forward, and spoke with a gentle smile:

"My friend, you said we cheated you, and we admit that!"

Compensation? That's negotiable.

but……"