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At the Marine base training ground, Ye Chen held a five-ton barbell and continuously performed frog jumps. Sweat glistened over his body beneath the sunlight.
The Marines standing guard nearby all glanced over, their faces filled with admiration.
Ever since Ye Chen arrived at the base, he had not used his status as a Rear Admiral to do anything. He had merely come to the Marines' usual training grounds and quietly begun training.
At the base, few people could lift five tons, much less perform various training movements while doing so. Besides, Ye Chen looked far too young.
At first, some Marines had looked down on Ye Chen's rank. For someone so young to become a Rear Admiral, there had to be someone backing him from above. But once Ye Chen began training, that attitude gradually vanished.
Perhaps he lacked a sense of security, or perhaps he was simply too obsessed with strength. Whenever he had time, Ye Chen trained, because he knew full well that how strong he would be in the future depended entirely on what he did now.
After training for several hours, dusk fell. Ye Chen stopped, returned to the room arranged for him, took a bath, and then enjoyed the dinner specially provided for him.
It had to be said that being a Rear Admiral, especially one from headquarters, placed him among the higher-ranking officers in the Marine system. The privileges he enjoyed were naturally immense.
Now, with a single word from Ye Chen, someone would immediately handle matters for him. Even if these Marines were unfamiliar with him, as long as they knew he was a Rear Admiral, anyone below his rank had to obey his orders.