The reborn Lingze took on a significant responsibility right from the start.
The way he handled things was completely different from before. This, perhaps, is a sign of a person's maturity.
The greatest advantage of Lingze is that he doesn't care about human emotions, which also beca his greatest flaw.
Now, he feels the weight of Muto's kindness towards him and understands that emotions are an indispensable part of humanity.
After hearing such stable words from Lingze, Uncle Zhong also nodded approvingly.
However, the difficulties they are facing now are not just due to a lack of funds. Without financial support, a large number of experts have left, and it's impossible for the older Elders to stay and help anymore.
"You've seen the state of the base. Although the higher-ups have agreed to restart it, what can be done with so few people left?" Uncle Zhong questioned.
In this situation, Uncle Zhong's role is crucial. It's impossible for Lingze to consider everything on his own, and having soone to offer advice is a good thing.
The doubts Uncle Zhong raised had already been on Lingze's mind.
Reality is such; when the base was at its peak, even if Red Butterfly was wiped out, it didn't affect the core. A large number of experts flocked here. Now that the tree has fallen, even people with a bit of background and ability have left, leaving only those who can't find a place to settle.
Starting is always the hardest... At this point, Lingze must make a new good beginning.
"Issue a mass recruitnt order, call everyone back, and distribute the benefits as before. Once we reach a certain scale, we'll reassess and adjust."
"Lingze, this might not be realistic. To be honest with you, the base's finances now probably can't support the monthly inco for a hundred people. If everyone returns, according to your plan, it won't be possible to start truly turning a profit in less than six months," Uncle Zhong continued.
"Yes, that's why, before that, I must find a way to gather so money. I'll take care of it, you don't need to worry. Also, everyone in the base must train twice as hard. I want elites, not parasites. I won't spend my money to support useless people. This applies to every single person present... Once we grow, those without ability will be kicked out."
Domination, the aura a leader should naturally have. Saying such words in the presence of many team leaders, is it because Lingze is still young or because of his commanding nature?
After leaving these words, Lingze stood up and was about to walk out the door.
Those team leaders who were listening to Lingze speak initially thought he had so skills, but the last sentence completely disregarded them.
They need to understand; with the base as it is now, only a handful of capable experts remain, and though Lingze didn't openly call them useless, by saying everyone needed training, it truly felt like an insult to them.
"Lingze Sect Leader, please stay."
These team leaders exchanged glances, stood up one after another, and chased outside.
"What? You still have sothing to say?" Lingze asked coldly.
"Sect Leader, regarding your current position, we have no objections. However, your previous words seed to underestimate our strength. So..."
"So, do you think my personal strength is insufficient, that I just speak empty words in front of you? Is that right?" Lingze said as he slowly turned around, looking at the group who followed him.
"...Forgive us for speaking frankly, but that's exactly what we think..."
"Hahahahahahaha..." Lingze suddenly burst into laughter: "Frogs in a well."
"..." The crowd looked at Lingze with unchanged expressions.
"You survived because you didn't engage with Black Mantis and their group, right?"
"Sect Leader..."
"Ah, don't rush, listen to , I am indeed mocking your strength because in my eyes, you really are like a pile of trash. Even worse than trash."
"You..." One of them was about to charge forward impulsively but was held back by Uncle Zhong grabbing their shoulder.
"I'll say it again, this is a survival of the fittest world. Whoever has strength, whoever has the harder fist, they make the rules. If you doubt my words, feel free to try."
"I'll do it..." The slightly impulsive man imdiately took a step forward.
"No, no, no. What I an is, all six or seven of you, co at together..."
"Hmm?"
Six people exchanged looks again, while Uncle Zhong took a step back; he clearly wouldn't partake in a battle that held no aning for him.
The six wore serious expressions, but the dignity inherent to assassins left them without any reason to retreat.
"Well then, excuse us. If we win, it proves the Sect Leader is full of hot air; but if we lose, from today our monthly inco will be halved, to fully support the Sect Leader in achieving great things."
"Good... co on."
'Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.'
The six attacked almost simultaneously, rushing towards Lingze at high speed.
Lingze stood as steady as a mountain, watching as the six surrounded him.
'Swish.'
'Bang.'
'Puff.'
The man behind Lingze made the first move, only to see Lingze casually sidestep and wave his big hand, knocking the coming attacker to the ground on the spot.
Prior to this, Uncle Zhong was familiar with Lingze's skills. He knew Lingze wouldn't fear the siege of six people, but he didn't expect Lingze would take down five in an instant.
Indeed, with one move per person, though the six coordinated very well, it was like child's play in front of Lingze.
Clearly, from the two months since recovering his body, it wasn't just about rehabilitation; his Power had indeed improved.
Looking at the last person, after the five companions were taken down, he finally found an opening. The cold gleam swung, and holding a dagger, he charged straight at Lingze's back.
"Careful..."
For ordinary people, it may seem like an opening, but for a master like Lingze, dodging was not difficult. However, when it ca from behind, he surprisingly chose not to dodge, alarming Lingze to speak up.
The dagger aid directly at the back; if it pierced the body, it would indeed be deadly.
The man with the knife adjusted a few centiters when he saw Lingze not dodging, to avoid truly taking his life.
'Ding.' The sound left everyone present stunned.
The knife didn't pierce Lingze's back but instead struck like hitting steel, sending a numb feeling to the attacker's wrist.
Under the man's surprised gaze, Lingze slowly turned his head: "In the future, no matter who it is, if they are your enemy, you can't have an ounce of hesitation. Just now, you made a grave mistake."
The Mutant physique is like this; a normal blade can't pierce their skin, and even bullets only cause minor damage. Lingze deliberately stood still, intending to use such a body to intimidate his subordinates.
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