Li Feng lifted his gaze toward the King Yan instructor, the guy radiated a deadly aura, especially with that face—so ferocious, a scar a foot long slashed across half of his cheek, clearly a man who'd fought his way out of a pile of corpses.
Yan Lie's gaze swept over the line-up, "It seems someone finds my words contemptible."
"You are the best of the best from various units, elites, treasured by your superiors, every one of you full of a sense of superiority."
"But in my eyes, you're not worth shit."
"You, you, and you, step forward."
Yan Lie singled out three men, "The looks in your eyes suggest you don't quite agree with me. Good, if you disagree, don't keep it bottled up, shout it out loud."
"Instructor, we do disagree, we're not some treasures, but we do have dignity. Calling us trash, I just can't agree with that."
"Hah, not bad, at least you dare to talk back, you're a tiny bit better than trash."