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Having a solid background is always useful, especially in a society where the strong rule, and the weak endure.
This is an undeniable reality, and in demon society, where strength is the utmost priority, this reality is the norm.
For the new manager, who, through his family connections, had successfully beco the owner of the soldiers' ss hall, living in such a place was like living in paradise.
Thanks to the fact that his family had a commander at the second stage of the spiritual realm, he had been able to live a carefree and obstacle-free life.
With his strength at the peak of the mortal realm, he was qualified to join one of the most renowned squads in Red Moon City, but for an ambitious man like him, that alone was not enough.
For soone like him, who had always grown up looking down on others, being under soone who at most had one or two stages above his family's commander was unacceptable, so he decided to take his ti to ascend , and create his own squad.
Given his current cultivation rank, this wasn't feasible, but he knew it wouldn't take more than ten years for him to successfully break through to the next realm.
anwhile, his plan was to forge connections and get in touch with as many promising soldiers as possible so that he would already have an army ready when he attained the position of Commander.
And where better than the soldiers' ss hall to find such promising individuals?
He had tried to negotiate peacefully with the previous owner, but the latter refused.
Being soone unaccustod to receiving a "no" as an answer, he naturally didn't take it well, so he made a call, and a week later, he received the ss hall from the sa previous owner.
Seeing the scene of the person who was so firm in their decision earlier, bowing their head and surrendering without protest, made him happy, so he decided not to make the other party 'disappear' as he usually did.
That said, he wasn't soone who would dirty his hands managing sothing as lowly as a ss hall, so he hired so staff to take care of everything, firing the existing personnel without a second thought.
The only exceptions to this were the people working in the kitchen.
That was one aspect of the ss hall that didn't interest him. As long as those people didn't cause him any trouble, he wouldn't pay them any attention.
At least, that was his plan. But when one of the promising individuals he identified, and to whom he offered a spot in the squad he was creating, asked for a slave who worked in the kitchen in exchange for their loyalty, he didn't think twice. He personally went to the kitchen to take that slave and hand her over to the soldier.
At the ti, he didn't think much about the matter because the person in question was a slave, and moreover, one without any kind of mark.
This could only an that she was a slave with a low-level master, in other words, a slave he could claim as his property and do with as he pleased without worrying about the consequences of his actions.
After all, what could her owner do? Thank him personally for taking her without permission?
He had then mocked the matter, putting it aside without much thought.
But now, lying on the ground with several bones in his body broken, trembling as he looked toward the figure in front of him, he cursed himself internally for that decision.
'Damn it, why her of all people?' he thought, cursing himself for the umpteenth ti.
Having a strong background had allowed him to do whatever he wanted without worrying too much about offending soone, because even if he did and that person turned out to have so power, he could always negotiate to save his life, as he always had.
But this only worked if the other party was soone at an equivalent level.
Like a high-ranking commander at a level similar to his family's protector.
Unfortunately for him, this ti fate wasn't on his side, and not only was the other party soone more powerful than his family's protector, but they were also the person no one would ever want to deal with.
The commander of the second-strongest army unit in Red Moon City's base.
The Mad Demon, Jing Xia.
She, who usually always had a neutral expression no matter the situation, at this mont had a cold look as a murderous intent emanated from her.
The pressure from that gaze alone was enough to make any cultivator below the fifth stage faint. For a place filled primarily with low-level soldiers, this murderous intent was too overwhelming, knocking out everyone within a hundred-ter radius.
The killing intent emanating from her at this mont was highly concentrated and was primarily directed toward the person at her feet.
Had it not been so, by now half the city would have been on the ground fighting for their lives.
So other commanders nearby felt this pressure and were ready to intervene to stop whatever commotion was about to start, but as soon as they saw who was the source of this disturbance, they all turned on their heels and walked in the opposite direction, pretending not to have seen anything.
Everyone in the city knew Jing Xia, and while many held a very serene image of her, as soone who avoided interacting with anyone and minded her own business, they also all knew that this commander was not soone to provoke.
This was because, currently in the base, no one below the rank of a General could confidently claim to have the upper hand against her in battle.
This was because she had already reached the peak of the third stage, and many believed she was very close to reaching the fourth stage, an impressive feat considering her age and her nearly nonexistent background.
She was soone not only feared but also highly respected among all the demon commanders, so no one wanted to get on her bad side,
knowing that even if they tried, the only thing they would encounter would be the blade of her sword and a spot on her endless list of kills.
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