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Long Xia saw Yan Chengwu lying on the ground and remembered Yang Fei's countless warnings not to cause any trouble. He instantly panicked.

He helped Yan Chengwu up and sincerely apologized.

"Sorry, Coach, I accidentally hurt you. I'll set your bones right now."

Several soldiers within the crowd burst into laughter.

This cook soldier seemed foolish, but his words were quite vicious.

What did he mean by accidentally? If he did it on purpose, would he kill someone?

Hearing the piercing laughter from the crowd, Yan Chengwu was too angry to speak.

He glared at Long Xia, annoyed.

"You... who are you really? Ah..."

Before Yan Chengwu could finish his sentence, he let out a scream; it was because Long Xia had already begun setting his fracture.

Long Xia seemed not to hear Yan Chengwu's questioning.

He aligned Yan Chengwu's wrist bone, pushed and pulled it; with a crack, he set Yan Chengwu's elbow joint back in place.

Yan Chengwu was in such pain that large beads of sweat covered his forehead.

He could not voice the rest of his questions.

In just two or three minutes, Long Xia had fixed Yan Chengwu's dislocated bone.

Yan Chengwu, humiliated and angry, looked at the laughing cook soldiers, stomped his foot, and then left the training ground.

Yan Chengwu really had no face to stay any longer.

He never dreamed that among his trainees, there would be such a master.

In the training command room, a Major listened to Yan Chengwu's report.

He widened his eyes in amazement, looking Yan Chengwu up and down.

"You slacker, aren't you dodging your duties?"

"I know you don't want to train a bunch of misfits, but this is an order."

Yan Chengwu was caught between laughter and tears.

"Captain, how dare I joke with you?"

"What I said is true, word for word. Look at my elbow joint, it's still swollen."

He unwrapped the bandage on his arm for the Major to see.

Although Long Xia had set the bone, muscle and bone injuries take a hundred days to heal, and it was already swollen.

This Major, named Li Zhixiong, was an instructor for the S-Class Special Forces "Blood-colored Army Knife."

During this training, he was responsible for managing and training the affiliated troops.

Li Zhixiong was an expert in close-combat grappling.

His family's Great Power Eagle Claw Technique could crush throats and dislocate joints, exceptionally ruthless.

With this skill, Li Zhixiong remained at the Blood-colored Army Knife camp and was promoted to grappling instructor.

He glanced at Yan Chengwu's arm and took a sharp breath.

The person who broke Yan Chengwu's arm was definitely a master.

The other party had broken three major joints in one go; the speed was astonishingly fast.

And most remarkably, the force used was as if measured with a ruler, not wasting an ounce of energy.

If the force had been increased even slightly,

Yan Chengwu's joints would have been immobile, and his sockets and bones would have been broken.

But now, Yan Chengwu only suffered a muscle strain.

His bones were completely intact.

Yan Chengwu cautiously watched Li Zhixiong's expression.

"Coach, what do we do now?"

Li Zhixiong pondered for a while, then shook his head.

"I don't know what's going on either. Judging from this guy's displayed skill, not even elite Special Forces soldiers could compare."

"Could this squad be a covert Special Forces unit?"

Yan Chengwu was startled.

"What, can the training drill be played like this?"

Li Zhixiong shook his head: "Special Combat Training can encompass anything you can't imagine."

"General Fu Biao, who is in charge of the military training this time, is a master of ambush tactics."

"It's possible the General planted an elite squad within our troops to teach the eight elite Special Forces units a lesson."

Yan Chengwu widened his eyes. The pain in his arm seemed worse.

"So what do we do now?"

Li Zhixiong sighed: "What else can we do?"

"You continue with the training mission, build a good relationship with the 004 Cooking Squad, and maintain confidentiality."

"If they really are a surprise unit arranged by the leader, the leader will contact us secretly in due time."

Yan Chengwu nodded silently, though his face was quite gloomy.

Li Zhixiong knew he was difficult to command and laughed: "What, don't dare lead when you meet a master?"

"Train them as you normally would, complete your mission honestly, and set aside your three hundred canings."

"They are all comrades-in-arms. As long as you don't show off your power, they won't eat you alive."

Yan Chengwu pulled a face, wanting to say something, but Li Zhixiong interrupted: "Stop whining, obey orders."

Yan Chengwu immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Yes Sir!"

At this moment, Yang Fei, Fan Yi, and Mad Blade were in a makeshift room at headquarters, watching surveillance footage.

In front of Yang Fei sat an elderly man with gray hair.

His uniform bore no rank insignia, yet he exuded an air of iron discipline and authority.

This elder was none other than Wu Yuanzhong, the highest military officer of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

The scenes just now were witnessed clearly by all four people in the makeshift room.

The three mischievous guys, Yang Fei included, covered their mouths, chuckling secretly.

Wu Yuanzhong appeared stern, but his slightly upturned mouth suggested he was in a good mood.

Yang Fei cheerfully handed Wu Yuanzhong a cigarette.

"Chief, how are the soldiers I brought this time?"

Wu Yuanzhong took the cigarette from Yang Fei with a grunt.

"Not bad, with solid military quality, but also first-class troublemakers."

He sternly scolded Yang Fei and the others.

"The instructor carried out orders, and they broke his arm on the first day."

"With this level of awareness and discipline, would they cause havoc in the Evil Dragon Squad?"

Yang Fei, smiling, lit the cigarette for him.

"Relax, even if these monkeys were Sun Wukong, they wouldn't escape your Tathagata Buddha Palm."

"And besides, there's me. Would they dare rebel?"

Wu Yuanzhong took a sharp breath and glared at Yang Fei.

"It would have been better if you hadn't mentioned it. Did they behave this way under your instructions?"

"They might be little demons, but you are the real troublemaker!"

Yang Fei's smile froze, while Mad Blade and Fan Yi couldn't stop laughing.

Facing Wu Yuanzhong's unreasonable behavior, Yang Fei could only surrender.

"Alright, alright, my dear chief, if they cause trouble, I'll take responsibility. At worst, I'll resign as colonel..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yuanzhong became even angrier.

"Who the hell will do it if not you?"

"Let me tell you, anyone can quit, but not you. You need to take over my position too."

Faced with the old leader's protective nature, Yang Fei could only smile wryly.

Mad Blade covered his mouth, laughing so hard his eyes turned into slits.

Yang Fei glared: "Mad Blade, what are you laughing at?"

"Didn't you hear the chief? Go and reinforce our discipline. If anyone causes trouble again, I won't be polite."

Mad Blade suppressed his laughter, pulling Fan Yi out of the training office.

Just as Wu Yuanzhong was chastising Yang Fei, the Changfeng Cooking Class caused another issue.

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