Chapter 985: It's Better to Delay a Bit

What could Yang Yi say? Was he seriously going to start a dispute with the head instructor, who's in charge of teaching flying at the training camp? Absolutely not. When rank comes into play, it's best not to confront your superiors. As long as he is at the CIA, even borrowing courage tenfold wouldn't embolden him to provoke the instructor.

Rules are rules. Regardless of one's background or status, within the walls of the training camp, the instructor's word is law. This rule is universal.

Yang Yi, holding two flight manuals and carrying his bag, walked a not-too-distant path where a young man named Reggie opened a door for him.

"Come in. This will be your home until you complete your training. It's our best room—a living room, a bedroom, and a private bathroom. Apart from being slightly old, everything is pretty good."