A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Carbin put his hands behind his head.

The patrol captain, who was closest to him, knelt beside him.

Having just returned from a holiday at the border, I was urgently recalled. The taste of dry energy bars still lingered in my mouth. I was just about to go out for a nice meal when an emergency order dragged me here, and I was immediately thrown into the "deluxe package" of kneeling and burying my face in my hands, looking utterly miserable.

It's all Cabbeen's fault.

What did he do to deserve this?

Beside him was the captain of the 7th Assault Brigade, whose hair was still sticking up and hadn't been styled yet, and the various Mantis officers who had been dragged over in casual clothes...

Every single one of them was one of the highest-ranking members who laughed the loudest and most enthusiastically in the group chat.

I really want to go on vacation.

Everyone had their heads down and their hands obediently clasped behind their heads.

I dare not move.

Their posture was so perfect it looked like they had arrived at a prisoner-of-war camp.

They were all as quiet as chickens, even their breathing was soft, for fear that the slightest movement would attract the attention of their patriarch.

A faint sense of despair, reminiscent of a large-scale workplace death, permeated the air.

The captain of the Seventh Brigade couldn't hold back any longer and looked up: "Master! I'm truly innocent! Our Seventh Brigade has been patrolling the whole time, and we only just got the communicator this afternoon!"

They can't bring communicators to work, and he's not in the chat group!

Carbin, who was kneeling next to him and was worried about where to shift his firepower, immediately turned his gun upon hearing this.

"You dare talk back!" Carbin snapped at him.

Then he turned back and said, "Master, I never talk back."

"You son of a bitch...!" The captain of the Seventh Battalion wanted to lash out and fight him to the death.

The patrol captain also decided to sacrifice Carbin, reasoning, "Better to sacrifice a friend than oneself!" He continued, "Yes, patriarch! We didn't do anything, just ate sand at the border! Only Carbin kept blabbing; we didn't dare utter a single word of slander against you!"

Carbin retorted, "Nonsense! I didn't do that!"

"The chat logs are irrefutable evidence!"

"Then you can't escape either!"

The patrol captain and Carbin got into a fight.

The entire chief's office instantly turned into a scene of a kindergarten fight.

The usually imposing mantis officer and his adjutant were now wrestling without any decorum, pulling each other's collars and grabbing each other's hair, all while spewing meaningless curses.

Bishon, who had been sitting there with his legs crossed, saw this farce and slammed down his water glass.

The patrol captain and Carbin froze, slowly separated, and knelt down again like submissive wives.

In the deathly silence, Bi Shen spoke, his words scraping across the nerves of every insect present:

"Are you all very free?"

"Not idle at all..."

"You have a lot of energy?"

"Not thriving, not thriving..."

"The online team building activity went well?"

"I was so wrong, so wrong... QAQ"

The kneeling praying mantises bowed their heads, collectively repenting.

Bishen sneered, his words as sharp as ice: "Since you have so much energy, you don't need to take a vacation. Come and stand guard at the manor."

"It just so happens that the manor guards are due for a holiday. For the next month, you will personally lead teams to be responsible for the manor's security. Don't you like team building? I'll let you have your fill."

"Get up now, pack your bags, and get ready to stand guard at the manor."

The officers, who had just returned from the border, were ashen-faced, but dared not protest.

He got up, covered in dust and dirt, and the patrol captain pinched Carbin twice.

Carbin grimaced but dared not utter a sound.

He scrambled to his feet, taking advantage of the chaos, and then felt the patriarch's gaze pierce his back like needles.

...The patriarch's viciousness broke my heart QAQ.

Bishen sneered again: "Where are you going?"

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate will go to stand guard..."

"They have holidays, so do you?"

"No QAQ."

"You're deducting my salary; my entire quarterly salary and bonus will be deducted."

"..." Cabin's vision went black as he saw countless star coins sprout wings and fly away from his account.

That wasn't just money; it was also his spiritual sustenance, his compensation for his humiliation, and the source of his motivation to work overtime late into the night (forced).

Carbin, feeling humiliated, said, "Master, could you only deduct one month's pay...?"

I'm thinking of deducting it from your paycheck for a year.

"..." Carbin swallowed his anger.

Never mind, a wise person knows when to yield.

Where there is life, there is hope.

A servant born into a family gets special treatment; tomorrow he'll go to the manor to freeload and ask the old steward for the wages of the manor guards.

Humph.