"I understand, thank you, Brother Lv," Song Changming expressed his gratitude.
The two exchanged a few more words before Lv Gang departed.
Song Changming casually picked up a thin twig from the stone table and waved it a few times in the air.
He pondered silently.
As Lv Gang mentioned, with the number of bandits he has slain increasing, it's indeed necessary to be on guard against their covert revenge.
The lesson of Sun Wenyan being encircled and slain at night is still vivid in his mind.
For those barefoot and ruthless fellows, the official status of their Patrol Captain cannot ensure their safety, and he has no desire to follow in Sun Wenyan's footsteps.
"I cannot afford to slack," Song Changming muttered to himself.
A snap was heard as the twig in his hand broke against the wind due to the force he applied.
Noticing that his back didn't feel much pain when exerting force, Song Changming decided to resume a certain intensity of martial training from today.
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