I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

The training camp turned into hell.

No, this place is even more terrifying than purgatory.

Because purgatory only tortures the body, while here, their dignity is being crushed bit by bit.

There was no weighted running, no armed swimming, and no tactical drills.

Only that bizarre, twisted "first three moves" that makes your joints ache just by looking at it.

At this moment, Chen Xi was an absolute tyrant, slowly crushing their pride as special forces soldiers.

"The movement is not correct, start over."

"Your spine isn't arched properly, start over."

"You vomited blood? Continue after you're done."

This is the only melody on the drill ground.

Every movement is forcibly tearing apart the muscle memory they were once so proud of.

The feeling was like breaking a fired piece of porcelain and kneading it into mud.

Screams echoed throughout the empty valley.

In just half a day.

Of the three hundred men in the formation, fifty had already fallen.

It's not that they didn't want to persevere, but that their bodies had completely given out.

Acute rhabdomyolysis, lumbar disc herniation, or even shock due to pain.

The ambulance sirens never stopped blaring.

The remaining people were all trembling.

Their clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, sticking to their bodies and emitting a nauseating sour smell.

But what made them even more desperate was dinnertime.

Night falls.

The hungry soldiers helped each other into the mess hall.

They longed for high-calorie combat rations, hoping for a hot meal to soothe their broken bodies.

however.

When they walked to the window and looked at what was on the plates, everyone was stunned.

There was no braised pork, no chicken legs, and not even white rice.

In front of each person was only one huge stainless steel bowl.

The bowl contained a dark, viscous, asphalt-like paste.

It emitted an indescribable, strange smell, a mixture of burnt and bitter Chinese medicine.

"What the hell is this?!"

One of the soldiers finally couldn't take it anymore and slammed his plate down on the table.

"Pig swill?!"

"Even when feeding pigs, you should at least give them a couple of vegetable leaves, right?!"

That was the "slag" that Chen Xi had specifically asked Laozi for.

Of course, that was the "dregs" after Su Qingge had precisely diluted it.

The "Meishan Body Strengthening Technique" provided by Yang Jian is too domineering. If ordinary people do not cooperate with this medicinal diet containing trace amounts of spiritual energy, they will die within three days of practicing it.

But its appearance is indeed worse than the sludge in the sewer.

Just when the resentment in the cafeteria was about to lift the roof off.

"What's all the noise about?"

A clear, cold voice rang out.

Chen Xi walked in through the side door.

He changed into a clean set of casual clothes, followed by two orderly carrying a fine folding table.

The table was placed on the highest platform in the cafeteria.

A snow-white tablecloth was laid out, along with silver cutlery and even a flickering candlestick.

Under the fiery gaze of all the soldiers.

Chen Xi slowly opened a huge insulated box.

"Sizzle—"

That was steaming white mist.

The intense aroma of meat exploded, instantly overpowering the nauseating smell of medicine in the cafeteria.

The M9 grade tomahawk steak was still sizzling with oil.

The belly of a deep-sea bluefin tuna is pink and jade-like in color.

And then there's the exquisite bone broth, simmered until it's milky white and rich, with a few goji berries floating in it.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard.

Driven by this sound, swallowing sounds rose and fell.

For these soldiers who had exhausted their physical strength and were in a state of extreme hunger, this was nothing short of the cruelest punishment.

Chen Xi sat down.

He didn't rush to eat.

Instead, he took out a tablet computer and placed it on the table.

The screen lights up, displaying a video call interface.

The screen was shrouded in mist, and although the signal was interfered with, it did not hinder Chen Xi's performance in the slightest.

"Good evening, True Lord."

As Chen Xi elegantly cut a juicy steak, she smiled and spoke to the screen.

The cafeteria was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone perked up their ears.

True Lord?

Who is that?

"This is the extra meal I prepared for tonight, according to the recipe you provided."

Chen Xi forked a piece of meat and waved it in front of the camera.

"The texture of this beef, the cooking time—it should be palatable to our dog, right?"

A divine dog?

The wolf sat in the corner, his back still aching so badly he couldn't straighten up, but his hearing remained sharp.

He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Is this for dogs?

Such top-quality ingredients, such luxurious cuisine... is this for dogs?!

Chen Xi seemed completely oblivious to the more than two hundred pairs of eyes below the stage that were practically spitting fire.

He spoke to the screen as if to himself:

"By the way, True Lord, fifty of my new recruits have already collapsed after just one day of training."

"Look, if they master the first move, could you give them a sip of this soup?"

On the other side of the screen, a male voice, altered and extremely cold and arrogant, came through.

That's Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

"snort."

A cold snort, revealing an air of superiority and disdain.

"With that kind of qualifications, he's not even worthy of carrying my Xiaotian's shoes."

"Still want to eat its food?"

"If they can't even swallow that dark, mushy stuff, they should get lost and stop making a fool of themselves."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

A wave of humiliation washed over me.

They are human beings!

He's a top soldier!

They are the pride of the nation!

Now, in this mysterious man's mouth, he's not even as good as a dog?!

They could only eat those dark, greasy medicine dregs, while that dog got to enjoy a feast they could never even dream of!

The wolf's fingers dug so hard into the table that he didn't even notice his nails breaking.

humiliation.

An unprecedented humiliation.

That self-esteem, trampled into the mud, is burning wildly.

Chen Xi hung up the video call.

He slowly put the cut steak into his mouth.

Chewing and swallowing.

His eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he looked completely absorbed.

Then, he stood up and looked down at the group of soldiers with ashen faces below the stage.

"Did you hear that?"

Chen Xi pointed to the meat on his plate, then to the black scum in their bowls.

"It's not that I'm not giving you any to eat."

"You are not worthy."

"By my standards, and according to the true rules of this world."

Chen Xi's voice was as cold as a scalpel, precisely dissecting their last line of defense.

"The weak don't even deserve to eat dog food."

"Want to eat meat?"

Chen Xi kicked over the empty chair next to him.

"Then stop lying there groaning like a girl!"

"Once you've mastered the technique, there's plenty of meat!"

"I can't train it..."

Chen Xi sneered and pointed at the bucket of medicine paste that emitted a strange smell.

"This amount will have to be halved tomorrow."

"Because waste doesn't need to waste energy."

The wolf's eyes were red as it stared intently at Chen Xi.

He suddenly picked up the stainless steel bowl in front of him.

There are no spoons.

He tilted his head back and gulped down the bowl of bitter, foul-smelling, and scalding hot medicine paste.

"Glug! Glug!"

That was the sound of desperately swallowing.

It is also the sound of dignity being pieced back together after it has been shattered.

"Bang!"

The empty bowl was slammed heavily onto the table.

The wolf wiped the black stains from the corner of its mouth, its eyes fierce like those of a wolf truly driven to the brink of despair.

"Again!"

He roared hoarsely.

No mobilization is needed.

Throughout the canteen, more than two hundred soldiers silently picked up their bowls.

Even if it's poison.

For the sake of this pride.

They swallowed it too.