Chapter 40

The room was tense, the air thick with anticipation. The old man's eyes, sharp as ever, studied Zen intently.

"You know," the old man began, his voice gravelly but commanding, "there are five major units in the military. Each one is capable of producing soldiers with the kind of strength you demonstrated tonight." He paused, letting his words hang in the air. "So, tell me, young man, which unit are you from?"

Zen remained silent, his expression calm and unreadable. The old man’s smile widened, his curiosity piqued.

"You’re not going to answer? Or are you just being cautious?" he pressed. "You must be aware that anyone who shows such ability is usually affiliated with one of these units. It’s rare to see someone outside the military capable of such feats."

Zen's eyes flickered slightly, but he kept his composure. "I’m not affiliated with any unit," he finally said, his voice steady. "I’ve always worked alone."

The old man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Alone, you say? That’s q