"Boss, do you think it was him..." Scarface asked darkly.
"Like hell it was!" Boss Han glared at him. "Did your brain grow in your ass? Could some kid who arrived this morning silently take out One-Eye right under my nose? And how would a newcomer know our methods for killing people, let alone where the tools were hidden?"
Scarface immediately lowered his head.
"The one who did it had to be someone who has been in Abstinence Hall for years, someone calculating and ruthless... Maybe he's among us." Boss Han said with certainty.
Scarface froze. "Boss, you mean... there's a rat among us? He killed One-Eye?"
Boss Han's gaze swept over the familiar figures in the cafeteria one by one. After a moment, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Whoever it is, anyone who dares oppose me has only one road ahead—death."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria.
An Qingyu took the tray handed out through the serving window, politely said thank you, then turned and headed toward a corner of the cafeteria.
As he walked, his peripheral vision took in the layout of the entire cafeteria. Only after reaching the table at the very edge did he slowly sit down.
He lowered his head and looked at the half piece of fish on his tray, sighing helplessly.
"I hate eating fish..."
The open-air exercise yard.
Lin Qiye dropped the heavy load from his back and sat down unsteadily, gasping for breath.
Today's training task had been completed successfully. Under the high-intensity training, every muscle in his body ached terribly, and he felt utterly drained.
This was a method the instructors had taught them at Training Camp. Although it was painful, the results were obvious. As long as he kept at it,