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Ironclad Department, Bandit Apprehension Division, Third Division office compound.

Yang Ling, clad in a set of Eighth-Rank Ironclad Armor, stood ramrod straight. When he stepped into this courtyard, all the Ninth-Rank Ironclad Constables inside were stunned.

"Is that Yang Ling?"

"It must be. Eighth-Rank Ironclad Armor, Eighth-Rank Official Saber, and so young. Who else could it be?"

"Didn't expect him to be quite handsome, just that his skin is a bit dark and rough."

"That means he's often out on patrol, actually doing work."

A wave of hushed whispers arose.

Immediately after, a Ninth-Rank Ironclad Constable hurried forward:

"Constable Yang, do you have business with our Bandit Apprehension Division?"