Training Camp.
Half of the camp had originally been blasted away by missiles, but now it had been restored to its former state. Even the guide markings on the roads had been repainted. If not for the faint scorch marks still lingering on some buildings, no one would have believed that this place had suffered such a catastrophe.
The spacious cafeteria had long since been emptied of recruits. At that moment, a mere dozen or so instructors sat around a long table, leisurely eating lunch.
"Ah, I have to say, ever since those recruits left, life has gotten a little boring," one instructor remarked wistfully.
"No one around for you to yell at, so you're feeling restless all over?"
"Hahahaha, when you put it that way, there is a little of that..."
"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Han Li in quite a while. Where did that kid run off to?"
"No idea. It's not just him. Several instructors have vanished from camp too. They said they went out to carry out a secret mission."
"A secret mission?" One instructor raised his brows slightly. "Could it be related to the previous enemy attack?"
"I don't know, but I keep feeling like the atmosphere in camp has been strange lately..."
"What's strange about it?"
"I can't really explain it. It just feels like there's always some inexplicable sense of pressure..."
"I think you're just overthinking things."
"..."
The instructors chatted back and forth. Just as they were about to finish eating, two figures entered the cafeteria.
Upon seeing the man in front, all the instructors rose and saluted.
"Sir!"
"Greetings, sir!"
Yuan Gang wore a grim expression as he slowly walked up to them. His gaze was fixed on one of the instructors, an indescribable authority radiating from him.