"Offend people?" Lin Han laughed contemptuously. "I've never been afraid of offending anyone."
"Compile files on all the high-ranking officers in the Divine Strategy Army who hold a title but don't do any work. Have them on my desk tomorrow."
"Yes!"
Long Kui was thrilled. 'The Divine Strategy Army has been corrupt for so long. Is it finally about to be reborn?'
Just then, a knock came from the door.
"Come in," Lin Han said.
A fat, jowly middle-aged man walked in—it was none other than Luo Dalong!
Luo Dalong wore a fawning, obsequious expression. "Dragon Marshal, you must be hungry, right? I had the kitchen prepare a little something. Why don't you try it?"
As he spoke, he placed a food container on the table and brazenly sat down, beaming at Lin Han.
Lin Han gave a dry laugh. "Luo Dalong, is there something I can do for you?"
'He was giving me the cold shoulder just a moment ago, and now he's trying to curry favor. This Luo Dalong is a real smiling tiger.'
