Special Forces Training Camp in South America
"The devilish training is finally over!"
A few men packed their bags while letting out a long sigh, "It's been two years, we're finally getting out of this damned place!"
"Just two years have made you whine like this — think about it, the hardships of these past two years could protect your woman and children for a lifetime!" A man, packing calmly in the middle of the crowd, spoke in a calm tone that had an indescribable dominance, his presence standing out among the group.
"Roy Thompson, I can hardly believe it, that a Young Master like you could endure the same hardships of this special training with us!" One of the men looked up in disbelief, "We chose this line of work out of necessity, but you, an heir of the Thompson family, should've just focused on your studies and taken over the family business. What are you doing suffering with us in this place?"
"It was a compulsory course arranged for me by the school!"
