When Feng Yi arrived at the restaurant, the spacious interior was already packed with people, luckily, as an instructor, he had the privilege of using the top floor frequented by management. However, most times, senior officers would have their meals specially delivered to their quarters by the security guards.

Upon reaching the top floor, Feng Yi felt he was a small fry without even a title compared to others. Many soldiers gave him strange looks, and a few higher-ranking officers couldn't help but let traces of amusement show on their faces.

When Captain Annie, adorned with the rank of Major General, passed by him, she deliberately or unintentionally nodded towards him.

Such greetings were reserved only for the elite Red Cloaks, the top-ranked White Aces were not included. In a sense, the Aces couldn't be judged by their titles; their presence represented the highest level of Mecha combat in their respective countries. In this golden age of Mecha technology, their influence could be well imagined.

Hence, Feng Yi could only conjecture that Grand might have disclosed something about his background and identity to some people. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft yet spine-tingling voice calling him.

"Instructor Feng, may I sit here?"

"No." Without looking, Feng Yi knew it was Angelina, a witch who had tried to approach him several times before.

"Why, Sir Feng?" Angelina pretended to look dispirited. Her eyes became misty as if she was on the verge of shedding tears. Her beautiful face turned pale, but her actions contradicted her words. Without further ado, she sat opposite Feng Yi, lifted her pointed chin and began to study him: "Hmm, you actually look quite good when examined closely."

"Stop it, where did you get the name 'Sir Feng'?"

Angelina smiled coyly, "Would you like to know?"

Feng Yi shrugged, neither confirming nor denying his interest. Why the heck would he ask if he didn't want to know?

"Unfortunately, I don't plan on revealing it," she teased.

Like a mischievous fox, Angelina seemed to enjoy dangling bait in front of Feng Yi, drawing him in whenever he was inclined to converse, yet vanishing the moment he became open to her.

"Let's not waste each other's time, state your purpose." Feng Yi didn't have a good impression of her. When she interrogated him before, she was quite unlike the seductive woman sitting before him now.

"I have no purpose. I'm just interested in you, so I naturally sat down for a chat. I'm very curious about the initial motion you used when you ambushed me…"

"I don't take much interest in you, nor do I have any curiosity about you. If that's what you brought up, I'm afraid I cannot tell you anything." Before Angelina could finish her sentence, Feng Yi interjected. He had no intention of revealing his martial skills.

Feng Yi considered himself at a disadvantage when dealing with this female spy. The more interactions, the greater the chance of being entrapped by her. The best approach was to advance by withdrawing.

However, Angelina seemed to be uninterested in Feng Yi's stance. What a dull man. How about we chat in a different way? For example... As she said this, she subtly unbuttoned the top of her shirt, revealing a tempting sight right before Feng Yi. The outline of her upper body was faintly visible, giving Feng Yi a sudden sensation in his leg.

Feng Yi was not devoid of interest in women. Perhaps any man would not refuse the allure from Angelina, but he was aware that this temptress was just like a poppy flower, alluring but deadly. One couldn't taste the sweet fruit without paying a price. She dreamt to ensnare him in a trap, step by step.

"My beautiful Discipline Committee Miss, this is a public place, you're violating the school rules". Before Angelina could unbutton the second button, Feng Yi stood up and walked away without even looking back. If you're not leaving, then I am. Do you now understand?

Behind him, a bell-like giggle sounded... Sigh, she thought of threatening him when she was about to unbutton the third button. That day, Feng Yi's initial action during his ambush was extraordinary. The Wind Power... Could such a skilled person be learning such rudimentary fighting skills? As a descendant of an ancient family, Angelina wondered if the moves Feng Yi used were related to the long-lost Storm Stance? The little guy managed to slip away. Humph, he could never escape, he would see.

This meal was not really enjoyable. Feng Yi ended up taking his food to the instructor's dormitory for a quiet lunch. The afternoon training would start punctually at 1:30 pm after they had had their nap.

Exposing the trainees to weight training might be too early. However, gradual progression would eventually surmount all barriers. Military bearing was the embodiment of willpower, and weight training served as another measure of it.

With Feng Yi's discerning eyes, he was sure there were some exceptional individuals amongst the hundred trainees. Black Ghost Elvis was one of them. He quickly selected a few team leaders; their main task was to supervise and set examples.

"Hey, rookies, brace yourselves, your future team leader is here, and he's the one who clearly handles rewards and punishments."

Elvis looked rather smug, which ultimately earned him a series of jeers and boos.

When the trainees received their weight blocks, their faces were full of pride. Probably, even the special forces had not enjoyed such privilege before. As they put on their weighted suits under the envious gazes of others, they indeed looked a bit like real soldiers, hence it wasn't surprising that some were whining.

"Damn, why would a bunch of slackers have such privileges?"

"Because they're logistics, bosses are weird, and so are the trainees. If you can bear with it, then you join them."

"Forget it, that crappy place is just a momentary novelty. Once our real combat performance kicks in, those bastards would regret it so much they'd cry."

In response to the audible conversation, logistics trainees promptly flashed the duo a middle finger.

No one took the few kilograms of weight seriously. Essentially, it only made a difference comparable to gaining a few kilograms of body fat. Would it be as scary as the rumors suggested? They'd see who would outlast whom.

Some initial enthusiastic trainees didn't trust the warnings until they felt the difference halfway through the jog around the parade ground. When still, this gear wasn't a problem. But once they started running, every inch of their body could feel the subtle but abrasive downward pull. Even though the pressure was minimal, it disrupted their breathing rhythm. Thankfully, they were just jogging. Coupled with the squad leader's supervision, no one had dropped out of the somewhat loose group yet.

Feng Yi, on the other hand, jogged off to the side and started sipping tea with his legs crossed. He didn't look like an instructor at all, more of a laid-back boss.

Seeing this, the other instructors didn't have pleasant expressions. They thought: We are downright training over here, and he's lounging about. Although they felt resentment, there was nothing they could do. One, it wasn't their prerogative, and two, they had no say in the matter. Getting involved would be doing themselves a disservice as Feng Yi's capabilities were palpable.

Feng Yi didn't take the current training as actual training at all. It was merely child's play. Many times, self-discipline was required. To some, weight training seemed to improve the trainees' fundamental capabilities. However, the real purpose was to observe each trainee's durability and endurance limits.

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