In the Capital Dragon Group Special Combat Team training base, a man with solid muscles, dressed in camouflage, stood with his back to the others, staring coldly at Yan Wuji and his group.
He was the instructor for the group of men and women in training, known as the king of the three armed services—Shen Feng.
The colonel insignia on his uniform shimmered under the spotlight.
The group of men and women didn't dare look at him; they all hung their heads in dejection.
Shen Feng's chiseled face moved slightly, holding a stack of documents in his hand, he said without a word, "Dragon Group Special Combat Team, you have quite the reputation. Look at this mission you carried out—it's simply not worth a fart."
A group of proud elites blushed, some looked at him unconvinced.
