The heavy downpour limited visibility to the small patches illuminated by the streetlights within the base.
Mo Shangjun stood on the corridor, gazing toward the direction of the drill ground, where she could faintly make out a group of figures. Ya Tianxing stood before them, his presence so commanding that no one dared to misbehave.
"Yes!"
A chorus of voices suddenly echoed in unison from the distant drill ground.
Mo Shangjun heard the gritted resentment and the passionate, stubborn determination.
That single cry was all she could hear before the trainees dispersed on their own, starting to run around the track.
"More training?"
Mo Shangjun frowned slightly and asked Ji Ruonan.
"Not sure," she answered, pausing to think before adding, "Probably not."
