blazing sun, their clothes soaked. Yang Feng, Li Wenhu, and the other brothers watched from a shaded tent, showing no pity, knowing today’s leniency could mean tomorrow’s deaths.

Those unable to keep up were carried indoors by Li Wenhu and others, signifying their disqualification from the program.

More than half of the trainees were eliminated, leaving only 137 standing, precisely what Yang Feng intended—selecting only the best.

“You can rest now,” Yang Feng said.

The remaining trainees, a mix of retired soldiers and sturdy civilians, stood stock still despite their exhaustion.

“Distribute bottled water and let them rest in the workshop,” Yang Feng instructed Li Wenhu. “Also, have them change into uniform and assign numbers.”

Li Wenhu escorted them to the workshop. Noting their names and backgrounds, he gained better insight into the trainees.

When Yang Feng arrived at the workshop, the trainees stood disciplined in uniform, anger evident in their eyes.

“I know you’re probably cursing me internally, but if I eased up today, you might die tomorrow,” Yang Feng said loudly through a megaphone. “Do you still want to train?”

The trainees, grasping the truth in his words, felt a grudging respect.

“Train, train!”

Their shouts echoed in the workshop. Seeing their fighting spirit, Yang Feng hoped they would persevere and become integral members of Xuefeng Security Company.

“I only need 50 among you. Currently, there are 137, meaning 87 of you will leave.” Yang Feng smiled. “Show me what you’ve got!”

Though shocked, the trainees were determined to secure their places.

“Now, commence combat training.”

The trainees received boxing gloves and began striking bags in the workshop, venting their frustration. Others engaged in hand-to-hand combat, showcasing their prior training.

With Li Wenhu and a few others supervising, Yang Feng left the workshop and headed to the office building, taking the VIP elevator to the top floor.

The top floor was reserved for high-level executives, equipped with advanced defense systems, including bulletproof glass and imported alarm systems.

Creak~

The office door opened, and Li Wenlong, seeing Yang Feng enter, jumped up from the sofa, looking flustered.

Yang Feng gave him a stern glance and ignored him, walking towards Xue Ying, who was engrossed in her work, unaware of his presence.

Watching her work meticulously, Yang Feng felt pleased and handed her a cup of coffee.

“Just leave it on the desk,” Xue Ying said without looking up.

“Take a break and have a coffee.”

Chapter 12: Blood Wolf the Mercenary

Hearing the persistent voice, Xue Ying felt a surge of irritation. She put down her documents and finally looked at the owner of the coffee—unexpectedly, it was Yang Feng.

“Brother Feng, what brings you here?”

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