Chapter Twenty-One: I Want All His Information
Lai Yanlong strode directly to the stout veteran, his expression turning cold as he barked, “Stop it!”
The fat soldier was still in a ghostly transformation, his violent black eyes locked fiercely onto the bald officer before him.
“I said, stop it!”
Clang! Clang!
Two waves rippled outward. In an instant, a tiger over four meters long, its entire body ablaze, and a giant green serpent with a human head exploded into existence.
The fat veteran was so startled that he reverted instantly from his ghostly state.
Two guardian spirits!
My god!
The recruits were all dumbfounded, never expecting their chief instructor to be so formidable!
Dismissing the phantom forms, Lai Yanlong’s face remained impassive, cold flames gathering in his eyes. “Who started it?”
“It was them!” To everyone’s surprise, Tan Hai spoke up first.
He stepped forward, his face miserable and pleading. “Chief Instructor, you must stand up for us recruits! The veterans are always bullying us—not only mocking us, but hitting us, too. Look at my face, it’s red, and some of the others are bloodied. These veterans are ruthless! They treat us not as comrades, but as enemies!”
“Bullshit!” A thick-lipped veteran rose, clutching his bruised backside. “Sir, these kids are the ones who went all out. It was him!”
He pointed at Du Huaishan, gritting his teeth. “It was him! He knocked Stone out with a punch, nearly broke my tailbone with a kick, sent Old Xu flying so that his head bled, and flipped Chen Fatty over his shoulder, forcing him to use the power of the ghost demon!”
His words drew every gaze in the mess hall to Du Huaishan.
Even the instructors cast various looks his way.
Wu Ming sneered, baring his teeth. “Four veterans, ganging up to beat a single recruit. You couldn’t win, and now you try to shift the blame. Shameless!”
“Haha—!”
Wu Ming’s crude remark shattered the tense atmosphere, and the recruits erupted in laughter.
“Damn you! What did you say?” Immediately, a veteran cursed loudly.
Already humiliated by the beating, being mocked to their faces was intolerable.
“Enough!” Lai Yanlong roared, silencing the chaotic crowd.
“Afternoon recruit training is canceled! Await further notice!”
“Zhao Shu, take the injured soldiers to the infirmary!”
“Yes, sir!” The slick-haired instructor with silver-rimmed glasses nodded and shouted, “Stop gawking! If you’re not hurt, help those who are. Follow me to the infirmary—slowly!”
The recruits helped each other up, groaning and grimacing, and followed the slick-hair