The final strike signaled the conclusive end to the brutal melee. Ten figures lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies slick with blood. Under normal circumstances, such carnage would have triggered widespread panic, yet stillness reigned supreme.

"Hah. Hah. Hah." Yang Yi let out a cold laugh, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "Let's go."

The three of them walked out of the gates of Fudan University with grim expressions, each harboring the same thought: Fudan University was no more.

"Find someone to clean up the area outside the school entrance immediately. And increase the dosage for those assassins approaching Special Grade levels."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the confirmation, Ximen Ling hung up the phone and turned to Nangong San. "It's arranged."

"Let's go, we should grab some food," Nangong San managed, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The other two nodded in agreement, as if the trial run that afternoon had already provided the answers they sought. They were certain these antagonists wouldn't cease their efforts; more probing attacks were likely to surface sequentially.

After Yang Yi and the other two emerged from Fudan University, they walked for a while before Feng Shi's car pulled up. Slipping inside, Feng Shi quickly explained, "There's heavy traffic outside, Young Master. We can't go too far for dinner."

"Mmm, find somewhere nearby," Yang Yi nodded, immediately sinking into thought.

Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou exchanged a knowing glance, seemingly understanding each other's concerns. The events of the afternoon were clearly more complex than they appeared. Moreover, the mandatory military training order issued that day could not be taken lightly.

"Brother Yi, what's your plan?" Fatty Lin asked Yang Yi, who was seated in the passenger seat.

"Yes, this time it's not just the weirdness surrounding Nangong San and his two cronies. I have a strong feeling this military training is suspicious. Why pick this exact time, right when you return, for training?" Ye Xiaohou added.

"The training is indeed cause for suspicion; I still can't figure it out," Yang Yi took a deep breath, then smiled with practiced ease, his familiar rogueish manner returning. He chuckled, "In any case, we'll meet force with force, and block water with earth."

"That's all we can do for now. But Boss, I don't think Nangong San and the others will give up trying to... "

"No need to worry about that. Just be careful protecting yourselves when the time comes. You don't need to worry about me much. Thinking it over and over, those three are clearly aiming to eliminate me. As I said before, if they want to play, I'll indulge them for a while. After all, we still have two full months," Yang Yi said, a chilling edge in his voice.

"........" Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou were speechless, as Yang Yi’s reasoning held water. Right now, their own side had no idea what kind of mysterious substance those three were dealing with.

However, a moment later, Ye Xiaohou seemed to recall something and asked Yang Yi, "Boss, those guys at the entrance just now, don't you think..."

"Ah, Fourth Brother, you mentioning it, I almost forgot. Brother Yi, those people were really strange earlier. Even with about thirty percent of my power hitting them, logically they should have been down, but they fought harder and harder, as if they had taken something," Fatty Lin interjected.

"It seems this incident will mirror what happened in Japan," Yang Yi thought, realizing those men had clearly ingested something to boost their strength. Whatever the substance was this time, it was clearly more potent than the mind-controlling drug from Japan. Because this drug didn't control thoughts; it amplified the power of ordinary martial artists. Just thinking about the implications of what just occurred allowed Yang Yi to grasp the situation's depth.

"Yanran, send a few men from the Tenth Army detail to investigate what Nangong San and the others have been up to lately. Report any clue, no matter how small, immediately," Yang Yi commanded.

"Yes, Young Master," Feng Shi replied.

"Uh, Brother Yi, what's going on here?"

Hearing Fatty Lin's query, Yang Yi realized they weren't fully informed about the events in Japan. His expression sobered instantly. "Didn't I mention it before? Miyamoto Taro in Japan once used drugs to control several Dragon Ranking masters, then used them to run errands for him."

"Uh, Boss, you mean..." Ye Xiaohou seemed to catch on and asked.

"If it isn't drugs, I can't think of any other explanation," Yang Yi stated.

"No wonder! Those guys just now were practically maniacs, and the tightness of their muscles was clearly beyond normal," Fatty Lin exclaimed, suddenly enlightened.

"It seems there really are all sorts of things possible in this world," Ye Xiaohou remarked with a touch of melancholy.

Indeed, in the world, countless individuals lead unbelievable actions, transforming the impossible into the possible.

The next day, the military training at Fudan University commenced as scheduled.

The first day consisted only of forming lines, establishing military discipline, and lectures on what constituted the army, a soldier, and a proper salute.

One instructor per class was standard. However, in Yang Yi's class, despite having only about fifty students, arranging these fifty individuals into orderly formations consumed a significant amount of time.

Once the lines were formed, the instructor standing before Yang Yi's class was an officer with deeply tanned skin, clad in a green uniform. His powerful physique attested to the robust build expected of a regular soldier.

"Good morning, students," the instructor's voice boomed like thunder.

The students, previously standing crookedly, were startled into silence, blinking for a moment before responding in unison, "Good morning, Instructor."

"Hmph!" The instructor’s expression was severe, his gaze sharp as he swept across the students. He shouted, "This is just the beginning, so I can tolerate your current stances. But after I finish taking attendance, anyone still not standing correctly will face physical punishment, so don't blame me."

As the saying goes, a new official sets three strict rules. The instructor clearly intended to govern strictly, using rigorous methods and a stern demeanor to intimidate these spoiled children—those pampered by parents and guarded against the slightest harm.

However, anyone who thought this was his only tactic was mistaken. Life in the army is far less murky than navigating the criminal underworld; their methods are often counterintuitive.

Upon hearing the warning, some students grew fearful, others quickly straightened up, and some maintained an indifferent 'not my business' attitude, mimicking the template set by others.

The instructor scanned the students again, a cold smile playing on his lips—only he knew his true thoughts. Simultaneously, he opened the roster and called out loudly, "Liu Guoqiang!"

"Here!" The student's voice was loud and his stance perfectly straight—clearly someone eager to perform.

In the instructor's eyes, a flicker of disdain surfaced briefly before he called out again, "Lu Weifeng!"

"Here..."

The roll call slowly began, but after only a brief period, calling out one particular name instantly drew the attention of everyone present.

"Lu Wei!"

Lǔ Wèi? Perhaps due to the name itself, or the instructor’s pronunciation, every student unanimously perceived the name being called as 'Lu Wei' (which sounds like 'braised meat' in Chinese).

"Damn, what a hell of a name," Fatty Lin muttered under his breath, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"You boy, pay attention! Later..."

"You boy, what did you just say?"

Sure enough, before Yang Yi could finish his sentence, the instructor's voice cut in. Whether in military training or any other situation, using someone as an example to discipline others was common practice; it all depended on how one chose to employ it.

Undoubtedly, the instructor had intended to use Lu Wei’s silence as an opportunity to make an example and further intimidate the students into absolute obedience. Yang Yi had foreseen this intention, which is why he had spoken to Fatty Lin.

But now, it seemed a moment too late. The instructor approached Fatty Lin, his voice practically louder than the loudspeakers, "Stand at attention!"

Fatty Lin inwardly groaned, flashing a look of shared, wry amusement toward Yang Yi, before pulling himself straight.

"Fatty Lin, is it?" the instructor asked, glancing at the roster.

"Yes."

"Repeat exactly what you just said," the instructor demanded, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression dead serious as he stared down Fatty Lin.

Fatty Lin felt utterly helpless. He truly had a loose tongue; why ridicule another man's name? He could only comply with the instructor's demand and repeat his earlier comment verbatim.