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The cold sneer from the Commander's words glittered on Zhong Hui's lips, and a deep chuckle broke through the silence.
"You want me to make him part of my Frozen Brigade?" he asked, his voice dangerously low, a not-so-friendly smile decorating his handsome face.
"In truth, I can't make this person part of my Frozen Brigade," he continued without waiting for an answer or giving the man any time to respond. "My Frozen Brigade is reserved for talents that have yet to bloom, but this young man is different."
The Commander was stunned, hearing what General Frozen had just said. He waited to hear what made him different, but Zhong Hui seemed unwilling to say more. He simply walked quietly toward what was his house.
Seeing the General's silence, the Commander found himself unable to press any request, leaving him filled with questions. The main issue was, regardless of how the Commander viewed him, what rank did this young man—who seemed like a Master—truly possess?
