After all, not just anyone could enter the northern military school. Those who were admitted would be trained with top resources.
In modern society, these things were all minor courses, and they could only be learned outside of school.
The real lessons were all about learning ancient martial arts.
At the same time, in an abandoned factory in the old district of Preston, the lights were on. There were dense internet cables and two rows of computers. The number of computers was comparable to that of internet cafes.
There were about seventy people, men and women, young and old, all of them exuding a casual and lazy air.
A young man was sitting in front of a computer desk. He was wearing a mask and a black trench coat. His head was covered, revealing his long and slanted eyes. He was staring at the letters that kept jumping on the computer screen.
