While waiting for the base commander to arrive, Ye Ling told them something.
She pointed to the soup noodles in the bowl: "Actually, it was drugged."
Ye Jinyan nodded slightly: "I could tell from the taste. I just want to know, was the chef forced to do it, or was it just a habit?"
Ye Ling shook her head: "He didn't know it was the person behind him who drugged him. Although this kind of drug is useless against us, it's hard for me not to be angry about this behavior. They've obviously done this before."
Ye Jinyan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "So you plan to deal with the situation here before you leave?"
Ye Ling shrank her neck from the warmth of his breath, gave a soft "hmm," and whispered in his ear, "Actually, it can be resolved in one night, it's just a bit troublesome."
Ye Jinyan held her hand and encouraged her, "Go ahead and do it. Don't forget, you still have us."
"A rare guest indeed."
The base commander's cheerful voice came from outside. The moment the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, instantly lowering the temperature in the room by more than ten degrees.
The base commander was a middle-aged man in his thirties, of medium height, with a scar on his right cheek that ruined what was originally a fairly handsome face.
He strode to the dining table, looked at the four people sitting around it, and felt a surge of displeasure. He was, after all, the base commander, and they didn't even stand up when they saw him. They were really not taking him seriously.
Although I was unhappy, I remained rational.
The four of them possessed terrifyingly powerful auras, especially the one on the left. He sat there like a ferocious beast, and just by being near him, one's hair stood on end and one's scalp tingled.
This feeling was very unsettling; it was as if he had been locked up by the other party.
Of the four, the weakest seemed to be the pretty girl named Ye Ling. She sat there with a gossipy expression, which gave him an initial impression that the breakthrough point was this girl named Ye Ling.
As for the other two, one was gentle and the other was fierce. Although they didn't show much expression, he knew that these two were also formidable characters.
After a brief glance, he had a bad feeling that if he didn't handle this situation well, he might lose his life.
Realizing this, his heart sank. He absolutely had to make sure they didn't discover the base's problems, or he would be doomed.
Then, quickly adjusting her mindset, she said cheerfully, "I heard you came from the capital. You must have had a long and tiring journey."
You Ziming nodded slightly: "This journey has indeed been difficult. Base commander, right? Sit down and let's talk."
You Ziming casually pointed to the stool next to him, demonstrating his complete takeover of the situation.
The base commander dared not be angry or speak out, and sat down in the seat that You Zimo pointed to.
He said, "Sigh, being the base commander is not easy. If it weren't for everyone recommending me and specifically appointing me as the base commander, I really wouldn't want to take on this thankless job."
He pointed to a group of Level 1 ability users behind him and said to You Ziming, "It's also thanks to my brothers that many obstacles were cleared. Otherwise, I, the base commander, would just be a figurehead."
Although he dared not act rashly, he still wanted to subtly remind them that he was not alone; he had many other superhuman brothers behind him. If they really wanted to take him down, they should weigh the pros and cons.
You Ziming glanced at the superhumans, slightly raised his chin, and said to the base chief with a hint of disdain, "Let them out. You probably don't want them to know what we're going to talk about next."
The base commander hesitated for a moment, but finally called the man out.
All he needs to do now is to be patient and cooperate.
He went from being an unemployed bum to the base chief, and he didn't want his emperor-like life to end so soon.
After everyone left, You Ziming took out his identification to show him and asked with an air of authority, "Have you seen this before?"
Upon seeing the special identification, the base commander instinctively sat up straight and said, "Reporting to the commander, I have seen it once."
You Ziming put away his identification and said coldly, "A conscript?"
"yes."
Have you ever handled a real gun?
Base Commander: "No."
You Ziming stared at him coldly, his imposing aura making the base commander almost unable to breathe. Only when the commander was drenched in sweat did he hear You Ziming speak: "Do you still remember the regulations?"
The base commander fell silent, his eyes lowered, not daring to look at You Ziming.
"answer."
A cold snort startled the base commander, who immediately stood up straight, head held high, and loudly replied, "Reporting, sir, I forgot."
Ye Ling looked at You Ziming with shining eyes; he looked so handsome right now!
Everyone says that men who are serious about their work are the most handsome, and You Ziming is absolutely stunning right now. No wonder she fell for him as the villain the moment she read the book.
His charm is different from that of a domineering CEO. He is upright, protects his country, and always does more than he says, dedicating his life to his motherland.
A man like this deserves respect and love.
You Ziming slowly stood up. His height advantage and imposing aura enveloped the base commander, whose legs began to tremble.
The long-forgotten horror images swept over his nerves again, and he felt fear and dread almost reflexively.
You Ziming looked at him and said, "Whether you are a regular soldier or a conscript, you must always keep in mind the basic regulations for military construction and the basic principles of military conduct."
"Regulations, regulations, every single one is an order. You dare to forget even this? No wonder you dare to act like a local tyrant here."
The base commander, suppressing his fear, defended himself: "Reporting to the commander, I... I've been discharged for fourteen years. Many of the discharged soldiers around me don't even remember me."
You Ziming: "So what? You don't remember and you're still in the right?"
The base commander dared not speak; he had already sensed the intense killing intent.
He wailed inwardly, thinking, "Who the hell is as unlucky as me, with such a terrifying commander suddenly descending upon my base and testing me with regulations that drive me to the brink of collapse?"
I don't know how other base commanders are doing their jobs, but I doubt they've ever had it as frustrating as him.
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