From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 540

The young woman's face was delicate and sweet, even prettier than Vane's, and she would undoubtedly have been considered a campus beauty back home at any university.

Her gaze was fixed on Vane, bright with hope and expectation.

When she mentioned the words "Chief Instructor," Boomer, Brute, Skyler, and Torre all reacted instantly, their expressions shifting to one of profound respect.

Boomer, known for his volatile temper, spoke up first.

"Ms. Rainer, we're not pulling your leg—our Chief Instructor is practically a deity! His skills and capabilities are beyond anything you can imagine. If he were here, he could definitely get us out of this mess alive!"

Brute chimed in with firm agreement. "He's right. With the Chief Instructor's power, this situation would be nothing but a cakewalk for him!"

Though Leander had left the Southern Wyvern Blade nearly three months ago, the veteran members of the unit still held him in divine regard. He was their peerless standard, the benchmark they held in their hearts.

Whenever Leander's name came up, they spoke with utmost reverence. Any disrespectful word heard from a clueless newcomer about him would earn the rookie a harsh and unforgettable dressing-down.

"He's that amazing? Well, where is he? Can't you contact him and tell him to hurry up and save us?" the young woman asked, her expression innocent and earnest, appealing to Torre and the others.

"Well…"

Torre was immediately struck dumb. Leander's whereabouts were always a mystery. After the battle at Stormcairn River, he had left the Southern Wyvern Blade and hadn't contacted any member of the unit. They had absolutely no way of tracking him down.

Furthermore, Leander had only served as the Southern Wyvern Blade's Chief Instructor for a single month. In his eyes, the unit probably hadn't registered as a serious commitment, much less worth a rescue mission across a thousand miles.

In truth, even if they could reach Leander, by the time he arrived from Astria, they would likely be reduced to ash by the armed militants surrounding them.

"Tch!"

The young woman was about to press the matter further when the young man beside her let out a cold, cynical laugh.

"Gisela, quit being so naive, alright? Forget this 'Chief Instructor' nonsense; don't listen to their wild tales!"

The man's voice dripped with mockery. "They're all Southern Wyvern Blade members, the elite of the military, yet they're helpless against these gunmen, only able to drag our family into this godforsaken dust-up.

"How powerful could their so-called Chief Instructor really be? Can he fight tanks, armored vehicles, and rocket launchers? That's pure fantasy!"

The young man had the air of a scholar, clearly highly educated, and his words carried an inherent arrogance, as if he believed himself naturally superior.

At his words, the expressions of Torre and the others darkened. Boomer's eyes became stormy, simmering with rage, and he snapped directly at the young man. "Watch your tone! Our Chief Instructor is a genuine powerhouse, and you won't slander him freely here!"

The young man didn't seem intimidated by Boomer at all. He sneered, "What, can't handle the truth? Did I hit a nerve?"

He stood up, looking directly at the soldiers, and challenged them.

"You were ordered to escort my family—the three of us—out of the Sahar Wastes. But look at us now! We haven't even left the Sahar Wastes, and we're cornered in this dump by unknown gunmen, running low on food and water! You keep rambling about being the Southern Wyvern Blade, Astria's best soldiers... You're nothing but a bunch of braggarts!"

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