Armor: I can only summon the general

It was midnight and Bing'er was still sleeping, with no intention of waking up. Xizhao sat on the sofa beside her, holding half a cup of milk in his hand, drinking while flipping through the folders on the table.

These were all done by the shadow warriors arranged by Bing'er. The training schedule for the subordinates in each area or location, unfortunately, only exists on paper.

Due to the sudden situation during the day, Bing'er keenly realized that the film industry might be causing trouble, so she arranged for everyone to stake out various locations in the East District to look for suspicious persons.

However, the Shadow Guardian only showed up near the editorial office of the Eight Days Magazine, fought a battle with the Armor Hero, and then retreated back to the Black Domain. The manpower sent out during the day did not gain anything.

Although the training plan was not implemented, Xi Zhao still felt Bing'er's good intentions. The model of the shadow industry does not have to be copied, but it is still necessary to emphasize discipline. Doing so may delay the corruption of the gray area on the shadow warriors.

Xizhao closed the folder in his hand, placed it gently on the table, and fell into thought while holding the cup in both hands.

'At first I didn't want to be so harsh. After all, the Shadow Warriors had suffered enough oppression in the Shadow World, and considering that they saved Bing'er, I instinctively thought that they were fundamentally different from serious gangsters.

But what Bing'er said was very realistic. If they are not restrained, they will soon lose their original intentions, be assimilated by the gangsters, and gradually turn into the group of people I cleared out.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, especially in this place of debauchery and extravagance. It seems that I must buy them insurance, otherwise, when that day comes, I really don't know how to face them when they become hooligans.'

Thinking of this, some scenes from the past gradually emerged in Xizhao's mind.

Since arriving at the cave of the Shadow Realm base, the shadow warriors have been eating and living with him, sharing the hardships with him, and he does not treat the shadow warriors as tools like the ugly general, so the shadow warriors all respect him very much.

With Xizhao's character, the respect of the shadow warriors would be exchanged for Xizhao's attention and protection, so he accepted the shadow warriors who came to him.

At the same time, Xi Zhao is also a nostalgic person. If the shadow warriors in the future really become the local tyrants they used to be, then the most difficult thing for him would be how to clean up the mess.

'I really hope that day will never come, so I should listen to Bing'er, use both kindness and force, and try to slow down their corruption. This is also for their own good. Otherwise, when the time comes to clean up the mess, there will definitely be another bloody storm.

Now thinking back, should I have done this? Or should I have found a quiet place to live in seclusion, which would be the best benefit to this city?

Xizhao's thoughts began to wander wildly, and a feeling of sleepiness came over him. He put the cup down casually, leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. His eyes gradually closed and he entered a dormant state.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang. Bing'er and Xizhao in the room woke up at the same time and began to fumble for their phones.

Xizhao reached into his pocket, but his phone didn't respond. It seemed to be Bing'er calling. When he looked up, Bing'er on the other side had already answered the call and turned on the speaker.

"Sister Bing'er, Feng Ren reports that our unit has found several pools of fresh blood and some torn clothes near the commercial street in the south of the East District.

There are no surveillance devices nearby, and no more clues can be found at the moment. Please inform others to be vigilant and request additional personnel to come to South Commercial Street for support. Please give your instructions."

A familiar voice came from the phone. Xi Zhao listened carefully and remembered that it seemed to be a certain shadow warrior. The other party mentioned Feng Ren when speaking, and this name made Xi Zhao feel very unfamiliar.

Bing'er looked up at Xizhao who was lying on the sofa, then got off the bed and sat opposite him, saying:

“If it was done by the film industry, they can’t commit the crime twice in the same place. I reject your request to support South Commercial Street. You should just call the police.

I will instruct others to be vigilant, and you should also pay attention to your own safety and report any further incidents immediately. Is that clear?"

"Understood, Feng Ren will withdraw from the communication."

After hanging up the phone, Bing'er immediately made another call. This time, Xizhao saw that the name noted on the phone was "Zhao Jia", which made him even more curious about the origin and meaning of these names.

Bing'er didn't see Xizhao's curious look. She had her own things to do.

The call was connected in a short time, and the shadow warrior's voice came from the speaker again.

"Hello, this is Zhao Jia from Shifang Apartment. Please go ahead."

Xi Zhao cast a puzzled look again. Why did these people speak so awkwardly? He had only been away for a day, how come they became like this?

Everyone suddenly became serious, which made Xizhao a little uncomfortable, but Bing'er didn't care and continued to give instructions:

"Feng Ren found bloodstains on South Commercial Street. It may be the work of the film industry. Inform the heads of each district to be vigilant and report immediately if there is any situation. Is this clear?"

"Understood, Zhao Jia will withdraw from the communication."

The call was hung up again. Bing'er pushed the phone forward, looked up and saw Xizhao's puzzled eyes. Her face curled up and she revealed a meaningful smile.

"How was it? Did you feel like it was your first day meeting these shadow warriors?"

Xi Zhao shook his head and said helplessly: "You are right. I used to think they were just humans with stronger bodies. It seems that I am too narrow-minded."

"Yes, you know that you are narrow-minded. You have some self-awareness. In the afternoon, Abao told me about your rise. At that time, I had only one thought in my mind: you are wasting your talents.

In fact, as long as you give them some time, they can use their own methods to take over the territory you want, but you used the most direct and crude method.

The key point is that you actually succeeded and no one died. Sometimes I admire you, but I am also really worried about you.

None of these people are easy to deal with. I have led them on countless missions. Their ruthlessness is the guarantee of the success rate of the mission. You definitely don't know this.

Now they are afraid of your strength, so they are obedient to you. Even if you ask them to die, they don't have the courage to refuse. I am also very curious about how you did it, just because you can summon armor?"

Hearing this, Xi Zhao also laughed. He picked up the cup on the table again, took a sip of milk, and said in a gentle tone:

"I'm not an ugly general who can only use power to force them to do things they don't want to do. I have strength, but I also respect them. I let them die while promising them many benefits. Maybe this is what you call using both kindness and force."

The smile on Xizhao's face was pure, without any impurities. Bing'er instantly understood why the shadow warrior was willing to work for Xizhao.

The effort and reward are directly proportional, that's why they work so hard. No wonder a group of old hands would pretend to be good at Xizhao, a newbie.