Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

Chapter 9: Chapter 7: C-Class Recruitment Card, Martial Artist Wang Biao

A Recruitment Card. Another brand-new type of Card!

It was the first time Chen Chong had seen so much information on a single Card. It had not only an evaluation but also a "Note" section.

’But what era is this Great Bei Dynasty from? I’ve never heard of it.’

Though confused, Chen Chong didn’t dwell on it.

’After all, I’ve already transmigrated. What else could be considered bizarre at this point?’

’This so-called Great Bei Dynasty is probably just a feudal dynasty from another world, similar to the ones in ancient history.’

"Brother Chong, why’d you go quiet?" Xu Jun asked from the side, rubbing his hands together, his curiosity palpable.

"See for yourself." Chen Chong handed him the Card.

Xu Jun took the Card, and with a thought, the same information appeared in his mind.

"Badass! This is so badass!"

After learning what the Card did, he grew incredibly excited.

"There’s actually a Card that can recruit a living person! A Martial Artist, and it looks like he was in the army. Doesn’t this mean we’ve got ourselves a personal bodyguard with off-the-charts combat power?"

"Yeah!" Chen Chong laughed as well.

This post-transmigration world was far too dangerous. Although he and Xu Jun had some fighting ability, they were still just ordinary people.

If they really ran into trouble, there was no guarantee they’d make it out alive.

Now, with a Centurion who had practiced martial arts for years by their side, their safety would be greatly assured.

’A Centurion...’

Although it was only a low-ranking military officer in ancient times, a Centurion was still in charge of a hundred-man unit. To modern people, that was still a powerhouse.

"Should we use it now?" Chen Chong asked, a little excited.

"Use it!" Xu Jun nodded emphatically.

"Alright!" Without another word, Chen Chong used the Recruitment Card on the spot.

As the Card dissolved into a slow-moving stream of green light, a human figure gradually emerged.

Chen Chong and Xu Jun both looked up at the same time.

A hint of astonishment appeared in their eyes.

Resolute eyes, a chiseled face, and a powerful physique. The aura of a powerhouse washed over them.

’He’s so tall!’

Xu Jun exclaimed inwardly.

He and Chen Chong were both around five-foot-ten, but this man was half a head taller, at least six-foot-one.

Paired with his already burly frame, he looked like an iron tower.

’If my combat power is 800, his must be at least 10,000!’

As for Chen Chong, he only had one thought.

’A man this built... how much does he eat in a day?’

Before either of them could react, the shirtless, tower-like man dropped to one knee before Chen Chong and declared in a resonant voice.

"This subordinate, Wang Biao, pays his respects, my Lord!"

Chen Chong had never seen such a formal display before. He froze for a few seconds before snapping out of it and hurriedly helping the man up with both hands.

"Uh... hello. Get up first, you don’t have to kneel."

"Thank you, my Lord!" Wang Biao stood up, his eyes fixed on Chen Chong as if awaiting his next order.

"Er..."

Chen Chong looked at him. Xu Jun stood silently to the side. The three of them just stood there, facing each other, and the atmosphere grew a little awkward.

In the end, it was Chen Chong who broke the silence.

"You... are Wang Biao?"

"Yes, my Lord." Wang Biao nodded, his deep and resonant voice rumbling from his throat.

"You don’t have to call me ’Lord.’ You can just call me by my name, Chen Chong."

"My Lord, there is a clear distinction between superior and subordinate. I wouldn’t dare." Wang Biao shook his head, his tone utterly serious.

Chen Chong felt a little helpless.

Suddenly, with a thought, a piece of information about Wang Biao appeared in his mind.

[Martial Artist: Wang Biao]

[Loyalty: 80]

’If it’s out of a hundred, then 80 is pretty high. That’s a significant gap from a score of 20, so he must be quite loyal to me.’

"Alright, have it your way then. Wang Biao, from now on, you’ll be with me. I see you don’t have a shirt on. I’ll find you a couple when we get back."

"Thank you for your gift, my Lord!"

Wang Biao dropped to his knees again, his voice exceptionally loud.

Chen Chong covered his face with one hand and sighed. "Wang Biao, I’ll let the ’Lord’ thing go, but this business of kneeling at the drop of a hat... stop doing that from now on. We don’t have that custom here."

Wang Biao looked like he wanted to say something, but Chen Chong was faster.

"That’s an order!"

"Yes..." Wang Biao complied, replacing the kneel with a cupped-fist salute.

Time passed slowly as the three of them traveled through the Primitive Jungle.

Only this time, it was no longer Chen Chong scouting ahead, but Wang Biao.

"My Lord, when traveling in these deep mountains and old forests, beating the grass with a stick to scare away snakes is useful, but it greatly impacts our travel speed. A journey that would normally take a couple of hours might take four or even longer this way."

Chen Chong deeply agreed. Indeed, this Primitive Jungle was almost completely covered in vegetation. Aside from the towering trees and waist-high shrubs, the weeds on the ground reached above their knees.

That was precisely why he and Xu Jun had moved so slowly yesterday and this morning—they were afraid of stepping on a snake.

They could only use a laundry pole to probe the path as they walked.

But there was no helping it. However, seeing Wang Biao striding confidently ahead, it seemed he had a better way.

When Chen Chong asked, Wang Biao didn’t hold back.

"You may not know this, my Lord, but most snakes prefer the shade. They also leave subtle tracks when they pass. As long as one observes carefully and avoids the dark, dense parts of the forest, one can generally avoid stepping on them. Of course, there are always exceptions. The best method is to have some protection on your legs; then you can travel without a worry."

"I see."

Chen Chong had an epiphany. He couldn’t help but marvel inwardly that recruiting Wang Biao had been an excellent choice. The man’s wilderness experience far surpassed his own.

"My Lord."

Just then, Wang Biao raised a hand and stopped.

"What is it?" Chen Chong and Xu Jun, following behind, were a little confused.

"Please look, my Lord," Wang Biao said, pointing ahead.

Chen Chong and Xu Jun looked in the direction he was pointing. At first, they didn’t see anything, but after searching carefully, they spotted a pheasant perched on a branch about fifty meters away.

The pheasant had natural camouflage. Aside from the red and green patterns on its head and neck, its body was entirely gray. Perched on the branch, it was really hard to notice without looking closely.

"I recall that earlier, my Lord mentioned your food supplies at home are running low. I wonder if this pheasant might solve your pressing need?"

Chen Chong and Xu Jun grew even more puzzled.

"You have a way to catch it?"

Pheasants are extremely vigilant creatures. At the slightest sign of disturbance, they run faster than anything.

’From this far away, while it’s up in a tree, and without a bow or anything... how is he going to catch it?’

Wang Biao didn’t answer, simply letting his actions speak for him...

He was seen fumbling on the ground for a moment, and after about ten seconds, he had a fist-sized rock in his hand.

After aiming and adjusting his angle, Wang Biao drew back the hand holding the rock. The force of the motion made the muscles on his arm bulge menacingly.

Then, under Chen Chong and Xu Jun’s watchful eyes, he threw it with all his might.

THWACK!

A crisp sound echoed.

The rock precisely struck the pheasant on the distant branch, and the bird plummeted straight to the ground...

"Badass!"

Watching this, Chen Chong and Xu Jun were completely stunned.

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