The Training Ground offered decent benefits.
A director like Miao Yang earned at least three hundred Happiness Coins a month, on top of room and board.
But many people weren't willing to work here. Uncle Dong, for example.
That was because working at a Training Ground didn't count as full retirement. At best, it meant taking a temporary leave from the corps. If an Infected Tide struck, the director had to step up immediately, whether to lead a team or spearhead an assault.
But Uncle Dong's arm had been left damaged, and his Combat Power had fallen drastically. Going to the battlefield would be suicide, wouldn't it?
So only veterans like Miao Yang, who hadn't been injured but had grown disheartened after their team suffered heavy casualties, would come here to serve as directors.
On ordinary days, the work was fairly relaxing. The facility had all the equipment they needed and plenty of space, and they could often find someone to fight for fun.
When they occasionally spotted promising talent, they could offer a few pointers and see if they could earn a favor.
Things usually only got busy during recruitment season. In spring, they were responsible for selecting recruits; in winter, they had to organize field exercises for the new soldiers.
But someone volunteering to serve as a sparring partner like today? As far as the staff knew, that was a first.
"Huh? Would that be convenient?"
Cheng Ye didn't know the ins and outs. He just felt that picking a random person would probably be far less effective than sparring with a veteran like Miao Yang.
"Of course it's convenient. The Training Ground usually gets fewer people coming to train than we have directors. What could I possibly have to do?"
Miao Yang smiled. "Though, Inspector Cheng, if