Please, graduates, slay the demon!

Chen Yang's mind went blank for a moment.

But only for this one moment.

The instant the blood stained the white wall, a certain instinctive reaction from the simulated overseas battlefield was activated in Chen Yang.

His eyes darted around wildly, and everything around him seemed to slow down.

The man who slammed Qi Zijian's head against the wall was wearing a military uniform, his arm obscuring the badge on his chest, so his rank was not immediately apparent.

This person is about 1.78 meters tall and hits quite hard; it's not a friendly sparring match.

The monk in the shop next door closed his eyes and continued meditating, and was temporarily deemed non-threatening.

The barracks and dormitories were all kept very clean, and there was nothing to use.

There was a wooden stool at my feet, and a toothbrush and a cup on the table behind me, within easy reach.

The other party was dressed very conservatively, so there was no possibility that they were hiding a knife under their clothes.

After searching through all the information in the dormitory, Chen Yang set off.

He took the toothbrush out of the cup with his right hand and held it in his other hand, while picking up the small wooden stool from the ground with his left hand.

Chen Yang took a step forward with his left foot and stood next to Qi Zijian, then reached out and yanked the curtains on the wall.

Chen Yang tore the curtain rod off, and the white curtains fell down, covering the intruders and Qi Zijian.

Chen Yang grabbed a stool with his left hand and slammed it directly onto the man's head.

In a flash, the intruder released his grip on Qi Zijian's head, used his strength to tear open the curtains, and then smashed the wooden bench with a punch.

Just as they were about to look for Chen Yang, they discovered that Chen Yang had already disappeared.

After his eyes darted around, he finally noticed that Chen Yang was squatting on the ground.

As if he had anticipated all of the intruder's actions, Chen Yang lifted the curtain and smashed the stool to attract the intruder's attention.

Now, Chen Yang, who was half-squatting, had grabbed the intruder's right ankle with one hand.

The next step is to take advantage of the opponent's inattention and pull their ankle to make them lose their balance, then stick the toothpaste in your hand into their eyes, temporarily incapacitating them.

Chen Yang's movements were extremely fast; even his feints were instinctive reactions, requiring no thought.

Just as his upper arm was surging with energy, preparing to throw the person in front of him to the ground.

A strong feeling of weight came from the palm of my hand.

Chen Yang was taken aback and realized that he hadn't lifted anything.

He hurriedly exerted his strength again, but the person in front of him stood there like a mountain range, and no matter how much force Chen Yang used, he could not budge him even a little.

What happened?

Chen Yang subconsciously looked up and then realized that the person in front of him was also wearing a military uniform.

The badge on his right chest was a blue wing, and next to it was another clear mark: Third-Rank Martial Artist.

This man is a proper military officer, a third-rank official.

It would be strange if someone of the first rank could win against three others.

"Wait, wait a minute, Captain Ma, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

The instant the officer's fist struck Chen Yang, Qi Zijian threw off the blanket covering him, knelt before the officer, and grabbed his arm:

"Captain Ma, this is our new roommate. He doesn't know the rules. I apologize."

Qi Zijian completely ignored the wound on his forehead, clasped his hands together, and kept laughing.

"You're the Chen Yang that Xu Chuan was talking about?"

Chen Yang nodded.

The officer surnamed Ma looked at Qi Zijian with disdain, kicked him to the ground, and then turned and walked out of the dormitory.

"Clean up and assemble outside."

Chen Yang stared at the officer's back, lost in thought.

Qi Zijian just said that when Old Man Sun was alive, they were living quite well.

The only time things weren't so good was when an officer named Ma Yuchao was in charge.

It just so happens that this officer's surname is Ma, and he should be the one Qi Zijian was talking about.

Qi Zijian picked up the curtain and haphazardly wiped his head a few times to dry the large bloodstains. Then, he pulled Chen Yang out of the dormitory and stood at attention in the corridor.

At that moment, the monk also stood at attention, his face kind, whether he was used to what had just happened or simply didn't care.

At this moment, all the dormitory doors in the corridor were wide open, and all the graduates wearing skull medals stood at the door, their faces bruised and battered.

Ma Yuchao kicked open the last door and came out carrying two graduates.

The expressions on the faces of the people in the corridor were completely opposite.

His face was unmarked, but his eyes darted around, clearly frightened.

Those with wounds stared straight ahead, showing no fear.

"Left and right rows, count off!"

"One, two, three, four..."

"Seventeen."

The sound of counting came from the corridor ahead, and it continued until Chen Yang's group had seventeen people. After Ma Yuchao finished counting, he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Old man Sun, Sun Wen, you get out here right now!"

Ma Yuchao's voice was indignant. After realizing that no one was paying attention to him, he somehow obtained a steel bar and began to bang on the iron window in the corridor.

As he knocked, he called out Old Man Sun's name.

The sharp, piercing metallic clanging sound rang out for a long time before Old Man Sun's drunken voice finally came from upstairs.

"Can you please not come to our men's dorm in the middle of the night if you're in heat?"

Chen Yang discovered that this old man Sun always spoke in a startling and very sarcastic way.

Upon hearing this, the few people with bruises on their faces almost couldn't hold back their emotions.

Seeing that Old Man Sun reeked of alcohol and looked sleepy, Ma Yuchao could no longer hold back.

He repeatedly went into the dormitory in the corridor and threw his belongings into the corridor.

Those things included beer, sunflower seeds, cigarettes, playing cards, and some color magazines....

"Do you know what's locked up here? Criminals with countless lives on their hands! This is a camp. My team members are always training and fighting on the battlefield and don't have time to enjoy this. Every time I inspect the people under your command, I run into them breaking the rules."

Old Sun raised his eyelids, picked up a color magazine from the ground, glanced at it a few times, and asked:

"Whose?"

Across the hallway, a dark-skinned young man timidly raised his hand:

"mine."

Old Sun asked, "Where did you get it?"

The thin, dark-skinned young man replied, "It's the shop owner's personal goods. I carried goods for a month without being paid; he gave them to me as a gift."

Old Sun was startled and grabbed the skinny young man's ear, scolding him, "You're not being a good friend of mine to have such a good thing and not share it."

Chen Yang was taken aback. He began to understand why Qi Zijian said that when Old Man Sun was around, these graduates who had committed crimes lived very comfortably.

This old man Sun didn't seem to have any intention of managing this group of delinquent teenagers.

In some ways, he wasn't a good person either.

But right now, there is someone else whose emotions are fluctuating even more than Chen Yang's.

Ma Yuchao slammed the iron rod against the wall with a bang, leaving a hole there:

"Sun Yat-sen! I'm talking to you!"

Old Sun picked at his ear:

"I'm listening, I'm listening."

Ma Yuchao pointed at the skinny, dark-skinned young man from before and said:

"What kind of people are these? You just don't care about them at all?"