Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

Hull returned to his dorm and began to pack up.

Seeing Hull packing his luggage, Mosbia walked over without knowing what was going on.

"Ah...um...what are you doing?"

"I have been demoted and can no longer stay in the dormitory of a mid-level political officer. I have to pack up and move out immediately."

"..."

For a moment, a happy expression appeared on Mosbia's face, but he immediately came to his senses after a few seconds and began to cover it up in a panic.

"…Well, that's a pity."

"I don't feel sorry at all, Goliath. I have already collected the important documents. You can carry the remaining books and other luggage."

"okay!"

In less than five minutes, Hull had packed all his luggage.

After stuffing a few documents into his arms and giving Goliath some instructions, he went out and prepared to return to the office.

In the office, Lasoro, who was sitting in the seat of a mid-level political officer, was holding a document and yelling at the junior political officer in front of him.

"Hey! What the hell is going on with this file of yours!?"

"Huh?! Is there something wrong with the content?"

Lasolo stood up suddenly and lifted the junior political official by the collar.

"Are you blind?"

"Eh……?!"

Lasoro dragged the junior political official by the arm and roared as he punched him in the face.

"Why don't you understand?!" Lasolo pressed his head on the document: "Here! Here! Here! There are typos in these places!"

"Gudu..."

Punches came down one after another, and the bloody broken teeth fell to the ground.

The beaten junior government official was in tears, half of his face was swollen, and he bowed deeply to Lasoro.

"I'm so sorry...I'll fix it right away..."

"Listen to me, everyone else! Mistakes on paper are equivalent to mistakes in work! I want you to think of yourself as being on the battlefield! Mistakes on the battlefield may sometimes result in the deaths of hundreds or even thousands of people! Details determine success or failure, and only soldiers who pay attention to details can survive!"

"……Yes."

The junior government official pressed his already swollen cheek and managed to utter a trembling voice.

Perhaps Lasolo didn't like his attitude, so he hit him in the chest with a knee.

"Ah...ah..."

After being hit hard by the knee, the junior government official fell to his knees, holding his chest.

"What kind of attitude is this when you speak so softly? Is that reasonable? That's why I said that you civilian officials just need to be trained! I was born a soldier and I always have a wartime mentality. As my subordinates, when you answer me, you must show your fighting spirit!"

The junior government official struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and roared: "Yes! I obey your command!"

"Well! That's more like it!"

At this moment, Lasolo suddenly changed his attitude, showed a refreshing smile, and then hugged the junior political officer's shoulders.

"I hope you understand! In fact, I was also very heartbroken when I hit you. When I hit you and kicked you, I was more painful than you... I hope you can understand that this is the spur of love from parents to their children! I did it all for your own good."

"……Yes."

"It's okay. This is only the first day. You may not be used to this kind of training. Just bear it well! Bear it with all your might! You will definitely grow up after you get through it! I believe in you!"

In contrast to Lasoro's glittering smile, the junior government official who had been badly beaten twitched and smiled a bitter smile that could hardly hide his pain.

"……Yes."

"So! Where are we going to hold my welcome party today?" Lasolo turned to look at the secretary Edmund who had bruises on his face.

"Welcome party?" Secretary Edmund blurted out.

He had no intention of holding a welcoming party at all.

"Huh?...Isn't there any welcome party prepared for me?" Lassoro walked over and put his hands on the secretary Edmund's shoulders like an iron clamp.

"I say...are you looking down on me..."

"No! I'm getting ready here!"

No, he did not.

"Ah! Really? Then, where are you going to choose?!"

"Ah... I'm screening now. They are all very famous stores. Please rest assured that I will definitely find the right store!"

"Really? Hahaha! I'm really looking forward to it! Well then, Edmund, you must work hard today! Don't let me down."

As he spoke, Lasolo gently pressed his fist against Edmund's bruised face.

That was a warning.

"……Yes."

"Don't get me wrong! Some people may think that hosting a welcome party for a new superior is not part of our job, but we are friends, family, and comrades-in-arms! In addition to work, we also need to get to know each other better and build relationships. Hospitality itself is an indispensable part! Do you understand?!"

"……Yes."

Secretary Edmund looked at Hull who was standing at the door as if asking for help.

At this time, Lasolo finally noticed Hull who had been standing at the door.

He said nothing from beginning to end, and just watched the farce with cold eyes.

"Oh! You're back so soon. Have you moved out of the mid-level political officer's room?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get to work right away."

"..."

Hull looked around the office; there was no place for him here at all.

"What are you looking for?" Lasolo raised his chin towards a small stool behind the door. "That's your seat. It will take some time to prepare a new desk. You'll just have to make do with it for a few days."

Hull ignored him and walked straight to the bookcase to look for the documents he needed.

"Hey...what are you looking for?!"

"It has nothing to do with you. These are the documents I have processed before. I will take them away directly. You can find anyone you want to sit on the bench."

Lasolo strode over and swung his fist to punch Hull in the face.

"You...what's with your contemptuous attitude!?"

In an instant, blood flew out of the fist and dripped onto the ground.

Hull's cheeks were slightly swollen. He did not fight back immediately, nor did he show any anger. His eyes just stared at Lasolo.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Hull seemed a little happy.

It was the joy of finally catching the prey.

"..."

"…What's with that look in your eyes?! Do you want to resist me—"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud "bang".

Lasolo knocked over the desk and sent it flying, with documents scattered all over the floor.

He didn't stop until he hit the wall.

When he came to his senses, Lasolo found himself sitting on the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his nose. He reached out to touch his hand and felt something sticky.

His nose bone was broken and blood was dripping onto the ground. He hadn't felt pain for a long time.

He also felt unfamiliar with the blood flowing from his body. When Lasoro looked at the blood on his hands, he was even stunned for a moment.

What happened.

I was clearly the one punching the other person...but just when I was about to throw a second punch, my consciousness instantly flew away.

When I woke up again, I was already sitting on the ground.

……Eh?

Just like the innocent expression a child would show when encountering something he cannot understand, Lasolo tilted his head at this moment, completely confused about the situation.

——He was completely stunned.

Hull won't give him time to rest at halftime.

Now the game has just begun.

Hull reached out and grabbed Lasoro's ear and lifted him up.

Then he kicked Lasolo in the lower abdomen with a knee.

The kick was so powerful and hit a very tricky spot, with no bones to defend against it.

The force was transmitted directly through Lasolo's internal organs throughout his body.

Lasoro suddenly spat out a large pool of acid water. As a soldier, his physical fitness was pretty good.

A normal person would probably faint from the pain if hit like this, but he remained conscious.

He even hurriedly stepped back to create some distance between himself and Hull.

He bent over, put one hand in front of him, and gasped heavily: "You...what are you doing!"

"Middle-level political officer Lasolo, like you, I also come from a military background. In the military, it is common for superiors to give individual training to subordinates." Hull pointed to his slightly swollen cheek.

"I suppose you mean that, too?"

Hull squeezed his hands until his bones cracked, then walked towards Lasoro with a smile on his face.

"Since my superior wants to train me in hand-to-hand combat alone, I am not very good at hand-to-hand combat, but I can only obey his good intentions. So, please give me more guidance and encouragement!"

In an instant, Heer mobilized all the magic power in his body and concentrated it on his fists, and the tips of his fists were even dyed blue.

“No…wait a minute…”

Before Lasoro could finish his words, Hull had already thrown both fists.

In an instant, a barrage of fists poured down on Lasolo's face like a storm.

Horizontal, vertical, up, down, left, right...Lasolo's face was constantly flying in different directions by the fists.

His mouth was just twisted by the blow and then was punched to the other side.

Just as he raised his head, he was punched down again.

Lasolo was beaten beyond recognition, his face was visibly swollen and his facial features could not be seen clearly.

After hundreds of punches, Lasolo had completely lost consciousness, but Hull's fists never stopped.

The posture was like practicing boxing on a sandbag.

He seemed to be taking on a challenge - how to keep punching his opponent without letting him fall in any direction.

It was not until five minutes later that Lasolo finally managed to fall to the ground. His face began to spasm and his body twitched.

Lasolo had obviously reached the limit of his life, and Hull withdrew his fist in boredom.

"..."

stunned...

Everyone present was stunned.

As the saying goes, every evildoer will be punished by his own evil. When they first saw Hull taking action to deal with Lasolo, they were secretly happy.

Seeing how hard Hull hit him, he began to worry whether this matter would become too big a deal.

Secretary Edmund finally seemed to come to his senses at this moment and asked Hull with a pale face.

"H...Officer Hel! What the hell are you doing!?"

Hull took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands carefully.

After a long while, he said to himself: "This is the spur of love that parents give to their children..."

As he spoke, Hull walked to the door of the office, slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Then it's time for interrogation..."

As Hull spoke, he closed the windows of the office and drew the curtains.

"Find me some hemp ropes, strong ones..."