Ma Shanwei didn’t recognize Su Yi or Ning Sihua, but he recognized the Cloudlight Marquis, Shen Jiusong, at a glance. 

He immediately relaxed his grip on Huang Qianjun’s throat, straightened up his uniform, and clasped his fist in greeting. “Vice-Commander Ma Shanwei of the Greenplate Army greets you, Marquis Shen!”

The soldiers present quivered as they realized who Shen Jiusong was, and all of them greeted him solemnly. 

Shen Jiusong nodded subtly. “You needn’t be so polite.”

It was then that Zhang Yiren rushed over. First, he smiled and greeted Shen Jiusong. Then, he turned and whispered to Su Yi, “Young Lord Su, I didn’t expect you to come too.”

Su Yi ignored him. From the moment he first arrived at the training groups, his gaze was focused on Huang Qianjun.

He naturally saw Ma Shanwei holding him aloft as if he were a chicken, his right hand wrapped tight around his neck. 

He saw Ma Shanwei raise his left hand to slap Huang Qianjun across the face, too. 

“What’s going on here?” Su Yi ignored everyone else, stared directly at Huang Qianjun, and asked flatly.

In the face of Su Yi’s gaze, Huang Qianjun couldn’t help but look ashamed. “Brother Su, I…. I embarrassed you again.”

He suddenly wanted nothing more than a hole to crawl into.

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