Thirty Days

Mu Fan slept unusually deeply, even missing his 4 a.m. training. When he opened his eyes, he found he had received a message from the s Squad.

Noon, 12 o'clock. Eastern landing platform of the academy. Be there or be square. —Falcon

Seeing those words, Mu Fan pictured the middle-aged uncle in a beret, always wearing a careless expression.

A faint smile curled Mu Fan's lips. No matter what, he had to pass this assessment.

Establishing a squad with an official military designation would provide an immense boost to his and his companions' future operations.

He was looking forward to seeing White Hair and the others' expressions when they learned that the squad he had established had surpassed Dingchuan Academy's hierarchy.

After methodically stretching his muscles, Mu Fan explained his upcoming mission to White Hair, Fatty, and the others. Those two fellows, still stubbornly refusing to leave the medical center, showed no concern at all. They merely waved him off and told him to come back quickly.

Seeing the strange expressions on their faces as they struggled to remain calm, Mu Fan could not quite figure out what those two were plotting again.

But he had no time to discuss it with them. He did not even mention killing Testom last night.

At 10 a.m., Mu Fan, dressed in a brand-new academy uniform, arrived at the Kendo Club to specifically explain the situation to Lu Qingxue.

Of course, he only mentioned it briefly and told her to be careful, because after he left, the Night Fang Mercenary Group might take out their anger on others.

The clever Lu Qingxue did not say another word. She merely nodded silently, looked into Mu Fan's eyes, and said softly, "Stay safe."

Bing Su's eyes widened more and more as she watched, and her