Southvale Province, Martial Arts Alliance branch.
The Defense Formation Center of the Southvale branch is divided into two floors. Although it appears compact, it covers nearly ten thousand square meters. The interior design is especially minimalist, emphasizing a highly efficient work ethic.
"This way, please."
The middle-aged man, Victor Xu, led Andrew Han and Carter Yan into a glass-walled office, then respectfully placed two pre-prepared contract documents on the table.
"Please take a look."
"This is the official Sinoveran government Defense Formation contract. Members enjoy generous conditions and a variety of rights, including but not limited to yourself, your immediate family, and your spouse and children."
The Defense Formation, their contribution is immense!
Therefore, when considering the treatment of members, the Martial Arts Alliance takes everything into account—for example, assigning specially trained guards to Andrew Han's parents, or handling matters after a death in battle.
Ordinarily—
For those at the Martial Artist Realm or ordinary Martial Generals, if they die, the Sinoveran government will reclaim about eighty percent of their wealth, with only the remainder left to heirs.
But for Defense Formation members, it is entirely different!
If one dies in battle, the posthumous compensation and subsidies are comprehensive—including but not limited to government assistance with estate handling and the Martial Arts Alliance eliminating any who covet the bereaved.
In short—
Anyone who dares to deliberately harm the immediate family of a Defense Formation member faces an unforgivable death sentence—regardless of the reason, immediate execution!
"That's a good point."
Andrew Han held the black-and-white contract, focused on this clause, and nodded in satisfaction.
In fact—
What he worried about most was not property, but the safety of his parents.
If something happened to him, his parents—ordinary people—would be powerless to resist unfair treatment.
"Mr. Han, you may not be aware—"
Victor Xu respectfully poured hot water and placed it on the table: "Back in the year before last, Defense Formation Group Sixteen lost a member who died unexpectedly while intercepting a Specter. After his death, two Upper Three Ranks martial artists attempted to seize his remaining wealth, because the estate was truly staggering."
The next moment—
Andrew Han looked up, fixing his gaze on him: "And then?"
Victor Xu replied respectfully, "First, the Sinoveran authorities tried to dissuade them; then the Martial Arts Alliance dispatched a Martial General, who arrested and executed them on the spot. Later investigation found that both martial artists' children were seriously ill and urgently needed millions of Sinoveran dollars for treatment—it seemed a reasonable excuse."
"Unfortunately."
"The entire Group Sixteen was thunderously enraged and exterminated both families to set an example."
At these words, Carter Yan frowned.
He couldn't quite agree in his heart—no matter what, children are always innocent. But though he opened his mouth, in the end he said nothing.
Because Carter Yan thought for a moment.
If Warren Wang died and his family was threatened, he would probably erupt in rage too, never considering innocence—because this is a right Defense Formation members deserve.
Immediately after—
"Alright."
"I'll sign the contract."
Andrew Han smiled and straightforwardly signed his name.
"Very good," Victor Xu said with a quick smile. "But you haven't finished reading the contract; the rest is mostly social rights. For example, you can take two months of annual leave, leave the province, or go abroad."
Leave the province?
Go abroad?
Andrew Han was startled, catching the key point: "You mean, normally I can't leave Southvale Province?"
Victor Xu quickly explained, "You can, but you must report upwards and receive approval from Defense Formation headquarters before you can leave."
"Oh, right."
"Are you planning to participate in the Peerless Prodigy Battle? Rest assured, even outside of your annual leave, headquarters will approve your request."
Hearing this, Andrew Han breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether for himself, for his master Miles Ning, or for the Green Mountain Sect, he had to enter the Peerless Prodigy Battle.
In a daze—
He vaguely recalled that gentle advice: "Disciple, once you reach the Martial Artist Realm, you’ll be qualified to become a true disciple and inherit the sect... The rise and fall of the sect will rest on your shoulders."
The rise and fall of the sect?
Perhaps he still lacked the ability to establish a sect, but to restore the Green Mountain Sect’s name and let it resound through the Martial Arts World was already within reach.
In the past, Andrew Han might have resisted.
But after all he’d been through, he understood the benefits of apprenticing under Miles Ning. Without Miles, he would probably still be an ordinary Martial Arts Program student at Southvale University.
Because—
The hardest part is often how to begin.
Without a vast supply of Graywhite Aura, finding it on his own would make having thirty thousand jin of internal strength at Second Rank a distant fantasy.
After a moment’s thought—
Beside him, Carter Yan had also finished signing the contract.
So-called formal membership was just this contract. After all, with Martial General-level strength, nothing could truly bind them.
......
A moment later, in a spacious, tidy room—
Covering over a hundred square meters, the floor was paved with thick, sturdy glass, and marble walls surrounded the space, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
"Gentlemen."
"This is the battle merit statistics room."