"Third row, second team, Flossie Wright, vehicle number one!"
As the words fell, the entire ambiance suddenly became eerily strange. A faint murmur of discussions arose, filled with surprise and confusion.
Even Flossie Wright herself squinted her eyes, hiding the glimmer of doubt in her gaze.
Abram Phillips scowled, not needing to hear the comments to know what everyone was discussing. His face became even graver, and he suddenly shouted, "What are you all doing, do you want to do another hundred push-ups as a farewell?!"
In an instant, the entire field was silent.
No matter how many doubts the new recruits had, they wouldn't blatantly oppose Abram Phillips.
All the instructors shout, and Abram Phillips was no exception. Coupled with his naturally loud and rugged voice, his shouting carried an absolute deterrent force. Facing such a fierce instructor, they wouldn't dare to stand against him.
After a pause, Abram Phillips called out again, "Flossie Wright!"
"Present!"
