A dormitory was bustling with activity as Zhou Yuan single-handedly beat dozens of veterans.
The meeting room of the Third Squadron was also lively, with nearly thirty people staring at a screen. On the screen was a real-time surveillance footage of a dormitory.
"I want this kid. Let him join the Second Squad!"
"No, the Fifth Squad is where he belongs!"
"Boss, let this kid join the Third Squad. Our squad is full of old guys and needs some fresh blood."
"Karter, don't even think about it. This kid is mine. Don't you have any new recruits in your Third Squad?"
The meeting room was filled with noise as most of the people were arguing. They were the command level of the Western Military's Third Squadron, consisting of Captain Campbell, three Lieutenant Team Leaders, and twenty-five Lieutenant Squad Leaders.
Every time the Third Squadron received new recruits, they would leave their dormitories and gather in the meeting room to increase the freedom of their subordinates. The purpose was simple—to see if there were any promising recruits among them.
Today, they truly found a promising recruit. However, this recruit was a bit too exceptional, leading to their quarrel. Everyone wanted to have a soldier like Zhou Yuan under their command.
"Boss, isn't this kid great?"
"Sim didn't lie to me. He is the strongest recruit I've ever seen."
Squad leader Turner couldn't help but smile. He never expected that the excellent recruit Sim mentioned would be this powerful.
In terms of close combat, Zhou Yuan was undoubtedly the strongest in the Third Squadron. It was incredible how he could withstand dozens of punches without falling. And according to Sim, Zhou Yuan's shooting skills were just as excellent.
An all-around infantryman like him was hard to come by.
"It's indeed impressive."
Campbell, whom Turner called "Boss," was the Captain of the Third Squadron. He kept his eyes fixed on Zhou Yuan's fierce fight on the screen, filled with deep admiration.
After a moment of silence, he stood up slowly and said, "Turner, give him a squad and see if he has the ability to lead."
"So soon?"
Turner was stunned and found it hard to believe. It had never happened before for a newcomer to become a squad leader directly.
The others fell silent as well. Among the nearly thirty people present, most of them were squad leaders. Now a newcomer would sit on an equal footing with them?
They acknowledged Zhou Yuan's potential, but was it too hasty to make such a decision?
Campbell shook his head and calmly said, "The Third Squadron needs a change. We just experienced a devastating defeat, and I don't want to go through it again."
"In my team, strength is everything. Those who are stronger should receive more. When he becomes a private, give him the Eighth Squad. Let him choose the squad members from the newcomers."
"Understood!"
Hearing Campbell's words, Turner immediately agreed.
The others didn't raise any objections either. After all, all three operational teams had vacancies for squad leaders. Zhou Yuan wouldn't be taking over their positions.
... ...
The scene returned to the dormitory of the Third Squadron.
Zhou Yuan's fight with the veterans had already ended, with Zhou Yuan emerging as the clear victor. Nearly fifty losers were either lying unconscious on the ground or groaning in pain.
"Guys, it was just a prank. All newcomers have to go through it. I've experienced it before!"
"Don't be nervous. We didn't want to fight you!"
"Hey, buddy, calm down!"
Several veterans raised their hands and cautiously approached Zhou Yuan, trying to persuade him.
Seeing familiar faces lying on the ground, a few of them turned green.
This newcomer was a monster...
They had seen recruits with good physical talents before, but never someone as extraordinary as Zhou Yuan. He could single-handedly take on dozens of people and knock them all down.
"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine."
"This matter ends here. If Moore hadn't spit on me, I wouldn't have fought. After all, violence can't solve the problem."
Zhou Yuan nodded expressionlessly, his heart filled with joy. That guy named Moore actually did him a favor. No veteran would dare to trouble him in the future.
And... it felt so satisfying to fight!
Honestly speaking, he couldn't find so many professional sparring partners anywhere else. But this dormitory was not a good place for fights. It caused him to take quite a few punches, resulting in bruises that would take a day to heal.
Violence can't solve the problem?
We see that you solved it pretty well!
Upon hearing Zhou Yuan's words, the veterans didn't know what to say. This newcomer was truly... special.
Luckily, they didn't join the fight; otherwise, they would be lying on the ground too.
"What are you guys waiting for?"
After putting away his aggressive stance, Zhou Yuan beckoned to the newcomers who were watching the scene.
"Zhou, you're truly amazing!"
"Buddy, you were like a superhero just now!"
"God, you're the toughest person I've ever seen!"
The newcomers finally regained their senses and came over one by one to greet Zhou Yuan. But they didn't dare to mention the incident in front of the veterans and simply exchanged a few words before finding their own beds.
"I'll handle it for you, Boss."
Suddenly, a stranger's voice came from behind Zhou Yuan. When he turned around, he saw an unfamiliar African-American guy, bald with a large beard and big eyes, giving him a somewhat silly feeling.
"Thanks."
Zhou Yuan patted his shoulder and made way. This African-American guy was quite clever. He called him "Boss" loudly enough for everyone, including the veterans who hadn't been knocked out, to hear. They wouldn't dare to mess with Zhou Yuan anymore.
"Boss, my name is James."
"If you need anything in the future, just call me."
The African-American guy, James, happily offered his loyalty after tidying up Zhou Yuan's bed.
"Okay, I'll remember you."
"If someone bullies you in the future, just let me know, and I'll teach them a lesson."
Zhou Yuan nodded slightly and sat on the bed. Then, he reached into the inner pocket of his military uniform and took out a cigar and two packs of premium cigarettes, along with two lighters.
He lit the cigar for himself and gave one pack of cigarettes to James.
This was what a boss should do—being generous and stylish!
"Thanks, Boss!"
James was overjoyed. A pack of these cigarettes cost a hundred federal coins in stores, which could buy a whole crate of beer. He couldn't afford it himself.
"Blake, here you go."
Zhou Yuan threw the remaining pack of cigarettes to a familiar face among the newcomers who had just come out of the recruit camp. These newcomers had become friendly with him after the previous group fight, treating him as their backer.
With a little operation, they would soon form a "Third Class