Lin Mo looked down at the hundred kneeling martial masters, feeling the immense weight of their righteous spirit.
“Stand up, masters,” Lin Mo said warmly, raising his hands. “Your knowledge is worth more than all the gold in Jiangnan. If you are willing to teach, Taichu will provide everything you need to forge our guards into an unbreakable shield.”
At dawn, the three-hundred-meter parade ground of Taichu Headquarters buzzed with disciplined martial energy.
Three thousand veteran soldiers of the Taichu Righteous Iron Guard stood formed in thirty tight, synchronized ranks. They included the core security garrison and 1,350 newly recruited border veterans and logistics guards awaiting formal dojo barracks registration.
Every single man had served on national borders or municipal disaster teams. Their average Goodness Score stood at a stellar 86.4 out of 100.
These three thousand men were the backbone of Taichu’s defensive security.
Many had served in high-altitude border units, disaster engineering corps, or naval rescue detachments. They had walked away from military service with bullet scars, shrapnel fragments, and cold-weather joint pain. Before Lin Mo recruited them into Taichu Guard, society had offered them only low-wage warehouse security jobs. Lin Mo had given them dignity, high salaries, and medical insurance for their families.
