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Looking at the person in front of him with a puzzled face, Rocky was completely bewildered by the scolding.
The man appeared to be around thirty years old, not particularly tall, but very brawny—clearly a hulking figure with a square face marred by a ferocious scar that made him look intimidating even without any expression. Now he was glaring at Rocky with rage; his eyes opened wider than cowbells, adding to his fierce deanor.
"Captain, he's here to report to you."
Seeing Rocky's befuddled face, the warm-hearted Abbas spoke up on his behalf, only to result in the man addressed as the captain turning to roar at him, "Did I allow you to speak? Thirty push-ups, imdiately!"
After shooting Abbas a glare, the captain bellowed fiercely. At his words, everyone else couldn't help but laugh. Abbas alone looked crestfallen and then got down to honestly do push-ups, counting for himself as he went along.
Only after Abbas had started counting and doing push-ups—one, two, three—did the man referred to as the captain turn his attention back to Rocky.
Clearly, this was Kyle, the one Rocky had been waiting for the entire afternoon but never showed up.
"What's your na."
This ti, looking at Rocky, Kyle wasn't as explosive as before, his deanor slightly more relaxed.
"My na is Rocky."
In front of this man, Rocky stated his na for the first ti.
No sooner had he finished speaking, the counting from Abbas stopped. He remained lying on the ground but looked up at Rocky, his eyes filled with surprise. The others standing by their beds looked the sa way; even the female soldier who had not once given Rocky a proper look now couldn't help but turn her eyes to him.
It was clear that these people were familiar with Rocky's na.
"You're Rocky? The City Lord of Thunderhawk City?"
At this mont, Kyle, standing in front of Rocky, also spoke up.
"Yes."
Seeing Rocky nod, Kyle cracked a smile, but all of a sudden, he burst into a tirade at Rocky!
"Rocky! I don't care what rank you held before! Starting now, you're a mber of the squad, so pack up all that spoiled and slack behavior! From this mont on, when you see , you call 'sir,' and you end every answer with 'sir,' do you understand!"
Kyle had a booming voice, and now that he was standing right in front of Rocky, his roar felt like thunder, buzzing in Rocky's ears and giving him a headache.
Although Rocky had never been in the military before, he had a great mindset. After joining the Void Magic Corps, he no longer considered himself a City Lord but truly regarded himself as a Void Magic Warrior. He imdiately responded, "Yes, sir."
"Louder, I can't hear you!"
"Yes! Sir!"
"Good, now repeat all your previous answers!"
"What?"
Kyle's demand left Rocky stunned. Before he could react, Kyle bellowed again, "Soldier! Don't make repeat an order!"
Bizarrely, Kyle's loud voice was quite effective; being shouted at this way, the unaccustod Rocky was honestly startled and instinctively answered, "Yes! Sir!"
"My na is Rocky! Sir!"
"Yes! Sir!"
"Yes! Sir."
Standing in front of Kyle, Rocky loudly repeated everything he had said before.
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And it was not until he had finished speaking that Kyle nodded in satisfaction and then turned to walk to the tent entrance, "You have one minute to gather outside, imdiately!"
Having said this, he turned and left the tent, and as soon as he was gone, everyone inside imdiately began to get dressed.
Their movents were quick, yet not panicky, almost instantly neatly attired, which utterly dumbfounded Rocky.
He felt particularly relieved, thankful that he hadn't taken off his clothes when he went to sleep, for with only one minute to dress, he, with no experience, probably wouldn't have been able to pull up his pants.
Once everyone was fully dressed, they all left the tent.
By this ti, the sky was already dark, and there was not a single person on the entire drill ground, and even all the tents had turned off their lights, leaving the huge camp silent, without a hint of movent or light.
When they ca out of the tent, without needing any command from Kyle, they all stood in front of him in a neat line like rows of poles, including Rocky who, unsure where he should stand, simply took up a position at the end of the line.
Then Kyle spoke:
"Gentlen,"
"Today our squad welcos a new mber. I believe you have all heard his na, the City Lord of Thunderhawk City, the owner of the White Demon Armor, the hero of the Tulip Battle Zone!"
It was unclear whether Kyle had known in advance about Rocky's arrival, or if Rocky's reputation was indeed that significant. In any case, Kyle ntioned all of Rocky's identities in one breath, but judging by the unsurprised reactions of the others, it seed that Rocky's fa had preceded him.
"We welco Rocky to our squad!"
Standing in front of everyone, Kyle said this while clapping towards Rocky, leading the rest to start clapping, and a round of applause thus woke the night sky.
After a mont, Kyle lowered his hands and continued to speak: "Rocky has just joined us, so he doesn't yet know what kind of team we are."
At this point, he raised his voice and asked:
"What is our squad called?"
"Fierce Tiger Squad!"
In response to his question, all the team mbers around Rocky shouted in unison, their voices booming unbearably loud.
"Why are we called Fierce Tiger?"
"Because we are the ace of aces!"
"What is our mission?"
"To execute the toughest missions! To engage in the most dangerous battles! To face the strongest enemies!"
"And what is our goal?"
"To win every victory!"
"Very good."
Pleased, Kyle nodded and then looked at Rocky, "Rocky, do you now know what kind of team you are in?"
Truth be told, the self-introduction just now had completely shocked Rocky, especially the team mbers' responses, their loud voices buzzing in Rocky's head, so much so that even if he hadn't heard clearly what the team mbers were shouting, he would have been stunned, let alone that he had heard it clearly. So, when Kyle looked over, he subconsciously nodded.
The result was Kyle imdiately glaring at him!
"Answer my question!"
"Understood! Sir!"
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