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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 sessfully be the owner of the soldiers'' mess hall, living in such a ce was like living in paradise.


    Thanks to the fact that his family had amander 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 someone like him, who had always grown up looking down on others, being under someone who at most had one or two stages above his family''smander was uneptable, so he decided to take his time 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 sessfully break through to the next realm.


    Meanwhile, his n 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'' mess hall to find such promising individuals?


    He had tried to negotiate peacefully with the previous owner, but thetter refused.


    Being someone unustomed to receiving a "no" as an answer, he naturally didn''t take it well, so he made a call, and a weekter, he received the mess hall from the same 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 someone who would dirty his hands managing something as lowly as a mess hall, so he hired some 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 mess 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 n. 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 ve who worked in the kitchen in exchange for their loyalty, he didn''t think twice. He personally went to the kitchen to take that ve and hand her over to the soldier.


    At the time, he didn''t think much about the matter because the person in question was a ve, and moreover, one without any kind of mark.


    This could only mean that she was a ve with a low-level master, in other words, a ve he could im 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 time.


    Having a strong background had allowed him to do whatever he wanted without worrying too much about offending someone, because even if he did and that person turned out to have some power, he could always negotiate to save his life, as he always had.


    But this only worked if the other party was someone at an equivalent level.


    Like a high-rankingmander at a level simr to his family''s protector.


    Unfortunately for him, this time fate wasn''t on his side, and not only was the other party someone more powerful than his family''s protector, but they were also the person no one would ever want to deal with.


    Themander 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 moment 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 ce filled primarily with low-level soldiers, this murderous intent was too overwhelming, knocking out everyone within a hundred-meter radius.


    The killing intent emanating from her at this moment 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.


    Some othermanders nearby felt this pressure and were ready to intervene to stop whatevermotion 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 someone who avoided interacting with anyone and minded her own business, they also all knew that thismander was not someone to provoke.


    This was because, currently in the base, no one below the rank of a General could confidently im to have the upper hand against her in battle.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    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 someone not only feared but also highly respected among all the demonmanders, 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 de of her sword and a spot on her endless list of kills.