Three months later, the Northwest Military District Special Brigade Base.
"Peep, peep!" The shrill whistle tore through the valley as a dozen soldiers clad in combat uniforms rushed from the barracks towards the training field, quickly forming ranks in under a minute. Everyone's eyes were fixed straight ahead, their expressions resolute, bodies erect. Luo Zheng was among them. Over the past three months, Luo Zheng hadn't encountered any more assassination attempts but had gone through various rigorous trainings. A sharpness had enveloped him, and his eyes, constricted with a contained brilliance, became even calmer and more steady.
