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Perhaps because Ya Tianxing's presence was too formidable, everyone automatically stood at attention in groups of eleven rows as he approached.
In his hand, Ya Tianxing held only a whistle.
Mo Shangjun, who stood at the forefront of the third column, couldn't help but glanced at the whistle.
She even began to miss the whistle she had locked away in a drawer back in the second company.
Ya Tianxing gave her a look, noticed the inadvertent glance she withdrew, and then pocketed the whistle.
"First group, fall out."
Without any preamble, Ya Tianxing went straight to the point as soon as he spoke.
Members of the first group immediately fell out and stood in a line in front of him with restraint.
Ya Tianxing passed a knowing look to the assistant instructor beside him.
The assistant instructor immediately understood, leading the group to the Tyrolean Traverse setup.
