The dark gold figure at the edge of the platform was so conspicuous that it completely drew everyone's attention.
Who was that?
That was the thought in everyone's mind at that moment.
Then came their second thought: what a beautiful suit of individual combat armor.
"Assistant Instructor Cui Run!"
At that moment, someone noticed the young assistant instructor Mu Fan was carrying and immediately cried out in alarm.
The members of the instructor group watched Mu Fan warily.
They had no idea who this figure in dazzling armor was. With Assistant Instructor Cui Run in his hands, they did not dare act rashly.
The lieutenant colonel facing Bach also narrowed his eyes and looked over, his gaze utterly unmoved.
No matter who came today, it would be useless.
Hundreds of black gun barrels simultaneously aimed at Mu Fan.
"Stop."
"Who are you?"
The lieutenant colonel looked over with an indifferent gaze.
Yet the figure clad in Dark Gold Armor ignored his words entirely.
Mu Fan swept his gaze around with equal indifference...
Throughout the area covered by the ion shield, trembling cadets filled every direction.
The soldiers ruthlessly smashed the disobedient with their rifle butts at the slightest provocation.
Compared to the cadets from the research department, the hot-blooded boys who had tried to resist had been beaten until their faces were bruised and swollen.
They had no Exoskeleton Armor, no mechas, no warships. In the end, they were no match for these fully armed soldiers.
Long Er, Atwood, and the other prominent members of the Fighting Club stood behind the instructor group, glaring fiercely at those people.
The girls huddled together, terror in their eyes.
Those soldiers showed no mercy whatsoever toward these cadets around twenty years old.
And the area most densely surrounded by soldiers was where Bach