See what level I'm at?
This frustration had been building up in Fang Huai for more than a day or two.
It was three days now.
In the Squadron, no one could make him hold his breath for three days.
When he first arrived, they had given him a cold welcome, and at that moment he had two strategies in mind: one was to unite with others to challenge them, and the other was to join them and pick on others.
But now, with the challenge posed by Hu Peizhou, he chose the third option.
Invincible.
Fang Huai sighed inwardly.
As his resume grew more impressive, it was becoming easier to work behind the scenes in various units. It was time to set aside the path of the Martial God and take up the role of a strategist.
...
Setting it aside, that was impossible.
This is the Troops.
The sixth day.
These past few days, no vehicles, just legs.
Twenty-five kilometers, twenty-eight kilometers, thirty kilometers.
