“How dare you stop me! Do you want to lose your job as a Hundred-Sergeant already?” Song Yuchun struggled with all his might but could not escape the Ninth Heavenly Martial Stage expert’s grip.0

“Young Master, even if your grandfather were here, he would not dare let you cause trouble either because General Su Mo is very likely watching us secretly. This is for your own good. Also, as for whether I can be a Hundred-Sergeant or not, it depends on my own capability and war contributions. It’s unrelated to your grandfather.”0

The Hundred-Sergeant’s words and fierce expression stunned Song Yuchun. He had long heard that the Underworld Army was a strict militaristic organization, unlike his family’s place, where they could do whatever they wanted as long as they were from a wealthy background. Now, even a tiny Hundred-Sergeant could discipline him.0

“Also, I have another idea for you, Young Master. Isn’t Thousand-Sergeant Song Yang one...0