Ye Guichen couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.

This girl's words were sharp; clearly, she didn't think much of him at all.

"Oh, lady, by the tone of your words, you seem pretty confident. Are you saying you think I'll drag you down?"

Murong snorted coldly, "I don't understand why Uncle Wang and Uncle Duan recommended you as the team leader for this competition, but at least from my first impression, it's clear to me that you are entirely unsuitable."

As Ye Guichen was about to argue, Murong didn't give him a chance to speak: "Of course, Wang Ying has told me a bit about your exploits, but I need to remind you that the martial arts competition is not solely about individual prowess; it requires team coordination. Without precise commands, the whole team could be put in a passive position. There have been instances before where a captain's mistake led to a complete wipe-out. I don't want to see our team not coming back intact because of your momentary recklessness."

Ye Guichen crossed his legs: "Initially, I had no interest in participating in the competition, nor in the role of captain, but now that you've said this, I must go. Are you afraid that during the competition, I'd take you somewhere remote and—?"

"Ye Guichen, mind your words!" Murong turned her head abruptly, her eyes wide and her chest heaving heavily as if she wanted to swallow Ye Guichen whole.

Ye Guichen completely ignored this and turned to Wang Ying: "Hey, Miss Wang, it's enough that you came to pick me up, but you brought along this conceited person. Really, when I see Brother Duan later, I have to protest. We can't have this young lady participating in the competition; if she drags us down, I won't have a place to cry."

"You..." Murong was infuriated to the point of pale skin, unable to retort, she sat down angrily.

Wang Ying, however, looked shocked.

Although she called Murong senior sister, Murong was undoubtedly a proper young lady, heavier in status than Wang Ying, the young lady of Jinling Prince Mansion.

This time, Murong insisted on joining the martial arts competition to test herself.

Wang Ying had known Murong for some time and had only ever seen her bullying others, but this was the first time she saw Murong so enraged by a few words from someone else.

This Ye Guichen really has a venomous tongue.

"Senior Sister Murong, don't bother with him," Wang Ying snorted and gave Murong a significant look.

Murong, upon meeting Wang Ying's glance, felt instantly better and said sarcastically, "Ye Guichen, fine, if your words are so tough, if you can't win the respect of the team members later, even if Uncle Duan insists on you being the captain, it won't matter. I will go to Old Mo and have you kicked out!"

Upon finishing, she felt triumphant like a rooster that had won a fight, already imagining Ye Guichen begging to withdraw.

Ye Guichen could see their ill intentions clearly.

Were these two women planning to plot against him?

As Ye Guichen thought this, the Wrangler had already stopped.

What met his eyes was a vast, empty drill ground.

The drill ground was surrounded by electric fences, and the perimeter of the electric fence was dense with forests.

Quite a few people were already standing on the drill ground, training.

Some were holding weapons, engaged in combat.

Seeing the Wrangler stop, Duan Nanye quickly greeted them: "Brother Ye, you're finally here, we've been waiting for you."

Seeing Murong get out of the car, Duan Nanye was stunned and was about to step forward to greet her but suddenly remembered that she didn't want her identity revealed, so he quickly nodded to acknowledge: "Miss Murong."

Murong responded with a nod and a snort, ignoring Ye Guichen, and pulled Wang Ying towards the training group.

Duan Nanye looked at the backs of the two women, then curiously at Ye Guichen: "Brother Ye, did you offend them?"

Ye Guichen shrugged: "It's hard to argue with women, I don't want to bother with them."

"Ahem." Duan Nanye awkwardly chuckled and reminded: "Brother Ye, I'm really sorry, our original plan was to invite you to participate in the competition as the captain to lead everyone to victory, just aiming to get into the top three. But now, there's an additional task."

Ye Guichen raised his eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

Duan Nanye glanced at Murong's back helplessly: "That young lady's status is extraordinary; she insisted on participating in this competition. Brother Ye, you have to take extra care of her, make sure she doesn't get hurt."

"Damn it, Brother Duan, I'm not a babysitter," Ye Guichen protested: "We're going to compete, not play house. Is Boss Mo okay with this?"

Duan Nanye smiled bitterly: "This is Boss Mo's decision."

Ye Guichen was speechless; if it weren't for Boss Mo promising him a piece of Seven-colored Lotus Jade, he wouldn't have waded into these murky waters.

Moreover, after slightly interacting with Murong, Ye Guichen realized she was extremely arrogant and wouldn't listen to advice.

Although her martial arts talent might be exceptionally high, possibly even rivaling Wang Ying, bringing someone like her would be far more demanding than bringing a compliant ordinary person.

"Alright, let's introduce everyone first." Ye Guichen realized that dwelling on it wouldn't help, so he said.

Duan Nanye apologized with a smile and then led Ye Guichen towards the group.

The group, including Ye Guichen, totaled nine people.

Ye Guichen knew that the rules required ten people, so he couldn't help but wonder: "Why is there one person missing?"

Duan Nanye hurriedly explained: "Oh, Zuo Chunqiu from the Martial Arts Association recommended his son Zuo Zongsheng to Boss Mo. Zuo Zongsheng should join you in the competition later."

Ye Guichen was stunned, sizing up Duan Nanye, seeing that he wasn't joking, he frowned.

Zuo Zongsheng was coming too?

Haha, that guy sees me as his enemy.

This competition is going to be interesting.

Strangely, Ye Guichen vaguely sensed Zuo Chunqiu's plot, but it was still veiled, hazy.

Yet his instinct told him that this martial arts competition wouldn't just be about competing against the other seven major organizations.

"Yo, is this our captain? He's so young!"

Amid Ye Guichen's thoughts, a mocking voice rang out.

The speaker was tall and sturdy, nearly 1.9 meters, with dark skin, also wearing camouflage uniform, holding two large copper hammers, looking at Ye Guichen mockingly: "Boss Duan, your Dragon Teeth might be lacking people, but you shouldn't just find anyone to be our captain, right? We're here to compete, not to take a pretty boy on a scenic tour."

"Haha, exactly, Boss Duan, he looks like the youngest among us. Is he yet another person who has been forced into the team? We're here to fight, not to babysit a pretty boy."

"Boss Duan, I used to wonder why Dragon Teeth hasn't been winning these past few years. Now I understand; it's all because of the connections. We're competing here, and if there's any danger, we won't have time to look after a pretty boy."

The group was noisy, full of mockery and laughter.