Chen Ming finally saw the Legion Commander in person.
The Legion Commander looked to be in his forties, which was quite young for someone of his rank.
He didn't have a beard and was very tidy.
If he weren't wearing a military uniform and instead regular clothes, he might look even younger.
But it was this youthful face that gave Chen Ming a sense of gravity.
The Legion Commander greeted Chen Ming first, "Hello, Chen Ming."
"Hello, Legion Commander."
"First, I must apologize for the events of today."
As he spoke, the Legion Commander placed a hand on his chest and bowed to Chen Ming, completely unfazed by the difference in their status and position.
"There's been a problem within the Legion, and I must take full responsibility."
Chen Ming nodded slightly.
The Legion Commander had shown sufficient sincerity.
Now, he was ready to listen intently to what the Legion Commander would say next.
He didn't want empty promises; he wanted things of genuine value.
