Fan Biao turned around and cursed at the captain of the First Company, "Zhang Yan, don't be so arrogant. Do you have the guts to compete with me?"
The combat skills of the Second Company were lacking, but Fan Biao was a tough character, one of the few in the Special Brigade who had hardly any rivals.
Zhang Yan, the captain of the First Company, though not Fan Biao's match, could not show weakness in the face of his provocation. If he did, how would he maintain his authority within his company?
"Reporting to the Battalion Commander, I request to compete with Fan Biao of the Second Company!" Zhang Yan stepped forward, saluted the major commander, and shouted.
Fan Biao, who had a slight advantage in strength, naturally did not fear his challenge. He also stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Permission granted, Commander!"
