However, he could not interfere with the decision of the patriarch. Even so, he was still unhappy! Extremely unhappy!

He knew clearly that in Hurricane Group, there was never a saying that respects the elderly and loves the young, nor did he have the principle of enjoying peace of mind after gaining status. Once he was weak, he would inevitably be trampled by others!

Although, in theory, the promoted military rank is unlikely to be deprived of it unless there is a major mistake, if the family loses the right to speak within the group, his promotion path may end here, and he will also lose a lot of benefits.

The minion's equipment, ability advancement, salary, ammunition, materials, establishment of supply bases, and improvements themselves, which one does not require money? Even many things within the group cannot be bought with money, and they also need corresponding military honor points! Without the support of the family, many cooperation cannot continue, and everything will become difficult!

A reduced family's right to speak will lead to the loss of benefits, and losing benefits will gradually lead to the loss of everything!

"It seems that I need to please those guys from the Mengyue family. Now I still have some value to them. As long as I pay some price, I can still get close to them and leave a way out for myself." Zi Bing's cold eyes became firm. He had already vaguely felt that some changes might have occurred within the family and had begun to plan his own way out.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Besney wants to invite you..." A high-ranking soldier with the strength of a fighting man appeared in front of Zi Bing.

"Don't despise me? Or the second lieutenant?" Zi Bing glared at the soldiers in front of him.

The soldier panicked and waved his hand quickly. As a subordinate of Lieutenant Pisney, he had been misunderstood for many times, and he repeatedly complained in his heart that his boss had given such a painful name.

"It's not like that, Pisney is the second lieutenant's name..."

At this time, Zi Bing's tactical board flashed a line of information, and his face changed: "Is the mad dog dead? That woman Serena occupied the energy well! How is that possible!"

He could no longer hear what the soldier was saying, so he jumped into his car and left quickly!

...

For a week, the zombie-faced Yetuta has been using various perverted means to destroy the nerves of many rookies. During this period, three more guys could not stand the brilliance and went crazy and were dragged down to feed the saber-toothed tiger.

These seemingly boring and primitive low-level training methods have some significant results. After this week of devilish training, Liu Feng found that there were more than 200 evolution points in his body, and the three basic attributes of strength, agility, and defense have been slightly improved.

There are several people with basic attributes that are only about the eighth level and have been directly upgraded to the ninth level. Their strength has improved more significantly.

These days, Liu Feng and others did not eat a bite of food. They all eat some basic nutrients. Basic nutrients can provide the calories that food can provide, but will not produce residues, which can ensure the quality of training.

It is obvious that the funds supplied to this basic nutrient were allocated by the finance department of the Hurricane Group headquarters, but it was obviously deducted a lot, so that the nutrient is not only quantitative, but also the worst-tasting type, and tastes like chewing wood residue.

A week later, in a field opened in Area A, there were rings of 100 meters in a radius surrounded by iron fences.

The guards of the Weapons Department of the District took handfuls of dark red daggers and some knives and placed them on the stone platform next to the ring. Around each ring, there was a fighting qi master with the strength of a lower-level fighter guarding him.

This is the upcoming ring match. The rules of the ring match are cruel and bloody.

Liu Feng's latest "rookies" will challenge a group of guys a month ago. There are two types of challenge modes, one is the normal mode, two "rookies" challenge one enemy. In this normal mode, after the challenge is successful, the winner will obtain certain permissions and can take on some small tasks in the training camp in Area A to make money to improve their abilities. However, half of the income will be paid to the training camp.

Another type is the challenge in the elite mode, which is that a "rookie" directly challenges an enemy. After the challenge is successful, the permissions obtained will be greater, the scope of tasks that can be accepted is a wider range, and even have the opportunity to obtain the opportunity to go to some ruins to find treasures. The most important thing is that the benefits obtained are completely owned by you!

No matter which challenge mode, if there is only one ending for failure, it is death! The other party obtains permission! And even if it succeeds, if it is seriously injured, it is easy to be abandoned. Everyone faces the test of life and death!

At this time, the red hurricane sign on the shoulder of the zombie face, had turned into two, and a Sebia who was applying lip gloss like a shemale stood beside him.

Neither of them talked to each other, and the atmosphere was a little frozen.

Creeves, who returned from injury, was responsible for announcing the competition rules and drawing lots, but his eyes at Sevia were still full of fear.

Feeling Crivis' expression, a silent Sevia finally had a joking smile, and she became happy all of a sudden, and her hand was pale as white as an old woman on Yetuta's shoulder: "Hi, brother Tuta, I didn't expect you to be promoted so quickly. When you were promoted to lieutenant half a year ago, I didn't congratulate you yet, but he was promoted to lieutenant so quickly."

Yetuta's zombie face twitched slightly, and he was polite to slap Sevia's hand: "There are a few good guys among these rookies. I'll give you a drink when I get the bonus."

Sevia just chuckled a few times and didn't answer.

Liu Feng's fighting spirit rose. The training this week was more painful than fighting on the battlefield. Now he just wanted to quickly advance to his superpowers so that he could leave this hell.

The rules of fighting are very simple. You can only choose among the weapons provided by the training camp. You must not wear any armor or use your own weapons, otherwise you will be executed directly. As for the criteria for judging victory, it is even more cruel and terrible, that is, one party's death.

The battle has begun on the ring in the distance. The two sides of the fight are two black men and a short yellow man. Both black men chose giant swords more than two meters long, while the short yellow man only held a half-foot-long dagger.

This was the first battle and attracted everyone's attention.

"Hehe, brother Tuta, let's make a bet, who can win?" Sevia said with a sharp voice and a slight smile.

Yetuta's expression was muddy: "Is this kind of suspense-free comparison and betting interesting?"

When Liu Feng heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but observe the three people on the field carefully. Judging from the momentum emitted by the three people, they should be guys with tenth level abilities, and each one was not easy to mess with. There was no suspense about the two black men dealing with a thin guy. The thin guy didn't seem to be very lucky. His advantage was obviously agility, but it was limited by the size of the ring, and the power of the two opponents could be fully utilized!
Chapter completed!