Inside the military tent, a tall and robust young man stood up, shaking the card in his hand with a smile on his face. He looked at Xia Chen, not with fear, but with a hint of provocation.

This was Zhao Yu, a commander of the Yulin Army and the third son of Marquis Jinwu, directly under Xia Chen's command.

Xia Chen had already familiarized himself with the backgrounds of several officers under his command. The Marquis Manor had sent him their profiles yesterday, with particular emphasis on Zhao Yu.

Xia Chen understood why Zhao Yu harbored such hostility towards him—it was because Xia Chen had taken his position.