The military's grand formation stretched on like a dragon, marching ceaselessly toward the outside of the city gates.

The end of the line was nowhere in sight.

Baiyu stood in front of the city gate, watching this magnificent troop, feeling a surge of emotions.

This is the elite army of the East Prosperity Imperial.

Most of them are composed of martial artists, and there are many cyborgs, mechanical armors, and so on.

As for the battlefield logistics team composed of regular soldiers, it is several times larger than the regular combat units.

"Such a military force, even if the Demon Race and the Shell People Race allied armies joined forces, they would surely be annihilated,"

Qiu Yun said confidently next to him.

Baiyu nodded in agreement. Indeed, such a vast army, all elite, Baiyu could hardly imagine what military force could stand against it.

Unless there is a power that can sway the entire battlefield.

This kind of level.

At the very least, it would require a Tier One powerhouse to manage it.

But how many Tier One powerhouses are there?

Scene of the army marching out of the city lasted a whole day, with the military trumpets sounding in front of the Mountain City gates the entire day.

Finally.

The main force completely left Mountain City, and He Jin and Qiu Yun also left the city with the troops.

Anomaly Bureau, Security Bureau, Armed Department.

The leaders of two of these three departments also left the city, which means that now the city is governed by Baiyu and a group of government officials.

As the highest-ranking leader.

Baiyu now has to maintain order in the entire Mountain City. Of course, most aspects inside the city have already been arranged and are running smoothly, so Baiyu doesn't need to worry.

He only needs to concern himself with unexpected events and ensure that Mountain City stays peaceful without any disturbances.

Moreover, there is Yao Shuimei in the city.

If anything major occurs, this Tier Two powerhouse can intervene at any time. Although injured by the Fourth Celestial Demon King, the injuries are not severe, and regular battles pose no problem.

The army's departure from the city was completed.

Baiyu then ordered the gates to be closed, strengthened patrols and defenses in each district, and announced specific curfew times.

After a day of turmoil, the entire city was now completely silent.

Baiyu went to the independent hospital of the Anomaly Bureau.

Yao Shuimei was sitting in the courtyard of the nursing home reading a book, looking quite well, as if her body had mostly recovered.

"You're here?"

Seeing Baiyu enter, Yao Shuimei pointed to the room next door, "The person you saved wants to see you. He seems to be leaving, so you'd better go over soon."

The person Yao Shuimei referred to was naturally Ole Angi of the Lion Imperial.

As a Tier Two Martial Artist, Yao Shuimei didn't know how to handle him, as mishandling could easily backfire.

So she opted to let Baiyu handle the matter.

The person was saved by Baiyu.

No matter what is discussed, it's easier to let Baiyu handle it.

Following Yao Shuimei's direction, Baiyu walked into the hospital room, finding that Ole had already changed into a suit, standing in front of a full-length mirror, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Upon hearing the door open.

He turned his head, saw that it was Baiyu, and smiled, "I heard this suit is the mainstream fashion now, but it's too uncomfortable."

Compared to a few days ago.

His complexion looked much better than before, no longer ashen and emaciated.

His entire spirit had been revitalized.

It seemed.

He had recovered well.

"Uh, who told you to wear this?" Baiyu asked awkwardly.

Although Ole had been imprisoned for many years, his physique remained intact, and after the infusion and soaking of the nutrient solution, his muscles were full again.

Yet the suit he wore seemed a bit tight.

So it appeared extremely snug.

Simply put, like an adult wearing oversized children's clothing, it was quite a comical sight.

"My attending doctor, he brought a set for me. I think it's okay, except a bit tight," Ole said, looking at himself in the mirror.

Baiyu asked, "Where do you want to go next?"

The Lion Imperial had long been overrun by the waves of history, and Ole was a man from the last century. For the East Prosperity Imperial, he was currently undocumented.

Ole thought for a moment. "Right now, I don't even understand the most basic structures of society, nor am I familiar with everyday items.

I want to stay here for a while until I get used to this world, then make further plans."

Baiyu was delighted.

If Ole could stay temporarily, it would be a good thing for both Mountain City and him.

This was a Tier Two powerhouse.

An existence that could be counted on one hand in the entire Imperial.

"Alright, I'll arrange it for you. Don't worry, staying here is a decision you won't regret,"

Baiyu said with a smile.

...

What followed was very simple.

Helping Ole register his identity, helping him apply for an East Prosperity Imperial household registration. Of course, since Ole was a Tier Two Martial Artist, Baiyu dared not be careless and let Yao Shuimei notify the Empire's decision-makers of this.

Every Tier Two Martial Artist must be recorded in the East Prosperity Imperial.

Of course.

It's just a record.

At the level of a Tier Two Martial Artist, the Empire wouldn't dare interfere with them unless it was discovered that they posed a threat to the entire country; otherwise, they'd turn a blind eye to most matters.

The East Prosperity is not the only country in the world.

And Tier Two Martial Artists are the supreme combat force desired by every country.

Every country treats Tier Two Martial Artists with ample food and drink.

After settling Ole.

Baiyu's days became a monotonous routine of daily training, reading, teaching Moon Lady, and handling important matters for the Security Bureau.