Feng Yong, with his back to the door, remained oblivious to what was happening. He was somewhat smug from the praise he received and spoke with complete indifference:

"They're all brothers from the past. It's just a matter of a word. What's there to refuse?"

In an instant, the chair beneath him jolted, and he unexpectedly fell flat on his back. Feng Yong looked surprised and angrily cursed, "Which blind bastard..."

A slow, leisurely voice came from behind him: "Just because someone calls you grandpa, you've become so arrogant and ignorant?"

Upon recognizing the owner of the voice, Feng Yong's face stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to meet the gaze of Chi Yan, who was looking down at him.

He stared at me calmly, a half-smile playing on his lips, his eyes slightly cold.

Feng Yong immediately fell silent, biting his lip in frustration as he got up from the ground, head bowed and unwilling: "...Commander."

As he spoke, he secretly glared at the people around him. These bastards, why didn't they warn him when Chi Yan arrived? They were all waiting to see him make a fool of himself and how he would deal with them later!

"Commander!" The others also bowed their heads awkwardly in greeting.

Chi Yan ignored everyone, went straight to a chair and sat down, adjusting to a comfortable position before glancing at Feng Yong, who looked resentful. He rested his chin on his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Judging from your tone, it seems like the Yiluan Division is your personal fiefdom. You, Feng Yong, have more influence than I, the commander?"

This Feng Yong, because of his background in the Imperial Guard, was very arrogant. Chi Yan had tested him and found that his martial arts skills were indeed among the best in the group, and he had some real ability. More importantly, he was also quite loyal, so much so that the people below him had a sense of following his lead.

Chi Yan was so busy lately that he didn't stop even when he noticed this, which gave them the illusion that he was easy to talk to.

Feng Yong's expression turned somewhat awkward upon hearing this. He tensed his jaw muscles and said in a gruff voice, "This subordinate wouldn't dare!"

He said he dared not, but he was clearly dissatisfied.

Chi Yan, a civil official by origin, appeared weak and powerless, yet he was assigned to lead this group of military officers. They didn't say anything, but in reality, few of them were willing to submit to his discipline.

This group of people doesn't understand any sophisticated principles; they only know that whoever has the strongest fist gets to call the shots!

At this moment, someone couldn't help but speak up: "Commander, you were appointed by His Majesty, and we dare not have any objections to you, but as the commander, you must have some impressive abilities to convince the people, right?"

Huo Xian frowned and scolded, "You mustn't be disrespectful to the Commander!"

The other person looked at him with disdain: "Even the commander didn't say anything, who do you think you are?"

He's always flattering and fawning over people; everyone knows what he's really up to!

Huo Xian's face turned pale, and he shut his mouth, looking humiliated.

Chi Yan's gaze swept over, lingering on the person's face for a moment. He raised an eyebrow and then looked at everyone's faces: "Is that what you all think too?"

Everyone avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.

Feng Yong snorted and raised his chin: "Commander, please don't mind us. We brothers are straightforward and say what we mean. We're not trying to make things difficult for you."

His explanation was worse than no explanation at all; it was clearly a provocation.

Everyone knows that Chi Yan's position as commander was appointed by His Majesty, so even if they have objections, they dare not speak out. But if Chi Yan doesn't respond to this topic directly, he will inevitably be looked down upon, and he will have no chance of establishing any authority among this group of troublemakers in the future!

Chi Yan chuckled and stood up: "Alright, since you all have opinions about me as the commander, how about we have a contest?"

Everyone looked at each other, and Feng Yong was even more stunned, frowning: "What are we competing in?"

Chi Yan walked around the room, appearing even taller and more elegant. He turned around and said something surprising: "Let's compare what you're best at, martial arts."

He raised his eyes and stared straight at Feng Yong, "I'll compete with you."