Chapter 312 Damon

Nancy didn't know what to say when she saw Damon's soldiers training like madmen. They were way too hard-working and not even she would torment her soldiers to constant training.

"This Damon must be doing this on purpose," Nancy murmured, believing Damon was trying to show his military team was not idle like they were.

Standing for only a few seconds, Nancy was soon interrupted by one of Damon's soldiers.

Of course, Nancy's soldiers remained vigilant and made sure that the soldiers from Damon maintained a distance. It only made sense that they would be cautious toward each other despite being in the same city.

"Commander Nancy, our Commander Damon is busy coming up with a train schedule for the soldiers. So you'll have to wait for a while before you can meet with him." One of Damon's soldiers informed respectfully.

Nancy's status and rank were still above them, so he must pay adequate respect. Otherwise, even if Nancy doesn't punish him, Damon himself would personally punish him for being rude.

Alas, Nancy's soldiers weren't having it when they heard that their commander had to wait. historical

"Do you want to die? How dare you tell our Commander Nancy to wait outside?"

"Enough, we'll wait. But remember, every second he makes me wait. I'll remember it and return it dearly." Nancy waved her hand, signaling her soldiers to back down while making a clear threat.

If the opposing party was Damon speaking, then Nancy can't do much.

However, it was merely a soldier and Nancy had no need to give a damn about what the soldier said. If so, then where should she place her honor and prestige?

The garbage can?

She might look like a fragile woman on the surface, but one should never judge a book by its cover.

"Tell Damon, I'll give him only 1 minute to meet with me. Otherwise, he can stay ignorant of everything and work on his training schedule." Nancy sneered coldly, snapping her finger.

Her soldiers quickly understood the meaning and brought a chair out from the military vehicle, allowing Nancy a place to sit down.

As Nancy calmly sat on the chair, Damon's soldiers were sweating nervously internally. One of them had already gone back to inform Damon about Nancy's arrival, including her threat.

The rest could only remain outside, remaining as a human wall fortitude to prevent Nancy from entering their territory.

Inside Damon's tent, the soldier who had rushed to convey Nancy's message approached Damon with a nervous demeanor.

"Commander Damon, Commander Nancy is here, and she's... not pleased. She says she'll give you only one minute, or she'll leave."

Damon looked up from the pile of training schedules he was reviewing. His expression shifted from concentration to a mix of irritation and amusement.

"One minute, is it? Very well."

Others might not know the underlying meaning, but Damon knew what it truly meant. One minute might not seem like much or even normal to some people, but to them, one minute could essentially alter the tide of a situation.

So for Nancy to be this specific and use such a statement, Damon was positive she must have found something important. Otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed to his tent.

As Damonrose from his desk, he adjusted his uniform with the calm composure of someone used to dealing with such challenges.

"Let's not keep her waiting," Damon said, walking out of his tent.

Outside, Nancy's soldiers were ready for any turn of events. They might respect her authority, but they also knew she expected them to be ready for anything.

As the entrance to Damon's tent finally opened, revealing Damon and a select group of his soldiers, they held their ground.

Damon walked up to Nancy with a deadpan expression.

"What is it, Nancy?" He asked, addressing her name directly. They were of the same status, so unlike the common soldiers or other people who had to address them with commanders, they were quite casual instead.

"Tell your soldiers to back off," Nancy didn't look at him and outright demanded it. At the same time, she also signaled for her soldiers to step away.

Unfazed by her action, Damon nodded his head and waved his hands to signal his soldiers to give them some space. Once both sides had their soldiers retreated slightly, Nancy handed her tablet toward him.

Taking the tablet, Damon soon saw the video in the Darknet, along with notes that Nancy had made on the side.

Squinting his eyes, Damon's expression gradually changed from unfazed to an amused one, seemingly intrigued by the battle.

Sometime later, Damon returned the tablet to Nancy and asked, "Was this the reason why you came to me in a rush?"

Nancy nodded her head. "You've seen the notes I've made, so what do you think?"

"Theobold's action was quite suspicious to have sent one of his elite soldiers' platoon to such a location. But what I'm curious about is the enemy. It's clear that the enemy isn't that skilled, but also quite skilled at the same time." Damon rubbed his chin.

"How should I explain it briefly? Right, it's like a rough gem that hasn't been polished yet." He added, having found the word to describe the enemy.

As for the proclamation to be a member of the White Syndicate, Damon knew it was a farce from the start.

Contrary to his earlier behavior on the surface, Damon was now emitting a new kind of personality, almost as if the personality he had displayed on the reunion with Theobold was him pretending to be irrational.

However, his behavior didn't surprise Nancy one bit, given that each and every one of them loved to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger. If they truly didn't have any capability, then their rank would long be replaced by someone more capable.

Connections have no part in the military, and only your strength and intelligence are counted.

"I came here to ask if you are interested in figuring out Theobold's goal." Nancy suddenly revealed, flashing a somewhat sinister smile.