In the office, the Mute trembled while the Captain looked on curiously.

Xu Qing’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. However, what he did notice was that the Mute seemed to be looking with terror at his shadow.

As Xu Qing stared at him, the Mute trembled, clenching his fists tightly as beads of sweat popped out all over him. And popping sounds could be heard from his legs, as his muscles and bones grated against each other. It seemed like, on an instinctual level, he was ready for a deadly battle. As the moments ticked by, it seemed like he was undergoing unimaginable torment.

Eventually, Xu Qing looked away, clasped hands respectfully to the Captain, and then turned to leave.

As he walked toward the door, the Mute’s terror seemed to grow, yet he didn’t dare to back up. It was similar to how Xu Qing acted in the forbidden regions when he encountered a grue. As Xu Qing passed, the Mute’s terror reached a fever pitch. His mind screamed at him, and spittle appeared at the corners of his mouth. He was literally shaking.

Xu Qing frowned. He wasn’t unleashing any pressure or revealing any killing intent. After looking...