"That's great," said the guardsman as he carefully drove the military vehicle, continuing, "Brother, I'm not trying to discourage you, but everyone who goes to the training is exceptional. You must not relax. I heard that the instructor is Blood Wolf, extremely capable but very strict and difficult to get along with. Many from previous sessions were left disabled, and some even died. I heard there are death quotas, so you have to be careful. I won't lie to you; you're the first person I've driven there, and I'm counting on you to make me proud."
"Don't worry, I'll make you proud," Luo Zheng said boldly.
"Really?" the guardsman said casually. Becoming a Special Forces soldier isn't easy, but he didn't want to dampen Luo Zheng's enthusiasm. Considering the Colonel's reminder, he felt like his task was accomplished. Unfortunately, this guy didn't seem to change his mind; he wasn't insistent and asked, "Brother, I'm Wang Yong, what's your name?"
