Tang Wulin didn't think that Xu Weitao would be so easy-going. Weren't all soldiers supposed to be quite strict and dogmatic? Xu Weitao's appearance epitomized that of the ideal soldier. He was extremely tall and broad, towering above even Tang Wulin, and he had a set of wide shoulders, as well as a set of hard facial features that looked as if they'd been chiseled out of stone. No matter how one looked at him, he didn't seem to be an easy-going man. His Blood Division consisted entirely of melee combat soldiers, and one only had to look at Jiang Wuyue's first battalion to get an indication of just how powerful this division was.

"I'm not sure that's appropriate, Superior," Tang Wulin said in a hesitant voice.

Xu Weitao chuckled, "There's nothing inappropriate about it. All of the people from the Blood God Battalion call me Old Man Xu; you can go and ask them if you don't believe me. Oh, actually, that's not true; only Blood Seven, Blood Eight, and Blood Nine call me Old Man Xu; everyone...