Chapter 107
Chapter 107 Episode 017 Anger (2)
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The instructor in charge of training the new recruits was one of his men, Nathan Foster. Known for his unrelenting training methods even harsher than Drake Easton and his unmerciful approach to tasks, Nathan was chosen to train the new recruits for a reason. After all, the selection of these new recruits was not a game, it was necessary to be uncompromisingly cruel to mold the most outstanding soldiers.
Of course, he was well aware of Nathan’s weaknesses. Nathan tended to be defensive in public, was prideful, and could easily act impulsively, a common problem among many young people. Thus, Bard Walker planned to gradually correct him.
Unexpectedly, an incident occurred before he could.
Theoretically, there were plenty of ways to punish Flossie Wright, given her reputation for fighting. But Nathan, eager to save face without careful thinking, was harshly put in his place by Flossie. In the process, he essentially ruined the reputation of the new recruits. Now, countless people from other squads at the base were waiting to see the spectacle unfold.
So, saving face was a necessity! As for Flossie, she needed to be symbolically punished!
Glenn Hutchinson gave him a cold look and asked leisurely, "Are you going to show favoritism?"
"This isn’t about favoritism," Bard Walker knocked on the table, "When you’re in the Forces, you have to follow certain rules. The severity of punishment should match the severity of the offense. Our two new recruits have been reprimanded, so this... cook, why should she be let off without any punishment, right?"
"Are vigilant actions and deliberate revenge the same thing?" Glenn Hutchinson raised an eyebrow, casually refuting his argument.
Seeing Glenn Hutchinson’s determined-to-side approach, Bard Walker knew the matter was almost settled. He frowned with displeasure, "You ungrateful brat, haven’t I always been good to you? What did the cooking class offer you to make you turn against us?"
"Well," Glenn Hutchinson glanced at the Crayfish and responded tersely.
Bard Walker was stunned and speechless.
Of course, Glenn Hutchinson wasn’t bought over by a meal of crayfish, but he did have an exceptional relationship with Captain Lin of the cooking class.
It is said that Glenn Hutchinson saved Captain Lin’s family many years ago. Out of gratitude, Captain Lin would treat him to a meal every two years when he came for sea training. Although the details of their relationship were unclear, rumors circulated among the new recruits about their improper relationship until it was discovered that Captain Lin had a wife and children.
So, considering their long-standing relationship and the unique nature of the cooking class, it wasn’t surprising that Hutchinson would stand up for them.
"Alright, alright, I’ll let it go this time, for your sake," said Bard Walker, realizing that he couldn’t out-argue Glenn Hutchinson. He waved his hand in frustration, conceding for Hutchison’s sake.
Bard Walker had been the captain of the Frogmen for more than a day. His post had changed his perspective. In the past, he might have been impulsive, but now, with different responsibilities, he had toned down his passion and was no longer the impetuous young lad who would fiercely fight over small matters.
The issue itself could be magnified or diminished. What he cared about was the self-esteem of the new recruits. Being blatantly humiliated by a cook was surely a blow to their pride. As captain, he naturally wanted to seek justice for them and, at the very least, ensure that Flossie’s punitive actions did not go unpunished.
However, now that Glenn Hutchinson had stepped in, he couldn’t pursue the matter any further.
On second thought, this could be beneficial for the recruits as well. Crushed by an insignificant cook, wouldn’t they be motivated to work harder and fight more?
Flossie, who had been quiet throughout the conversation, was about to find an excuse to leave when Bard Walker’s gaze fell on her. He said, "Let’s eat the Crayfish together, and after you finish eating, you should write a self-reflection."
Flossie was taken aback and didn’t have time to consider Bard Walker’s ’kind gesture’ when Glenn Hutchinson passed her a pair of disposable gloves. As she glanced back at him, her eyes met his deep and inscrutable gaze, causing her to unexpectedly feel a slight resistance.
By the time Flossie finished eating in the office, it was already late in the evening.
After the heavy rain, the freshness of the air was intertwined with a hint of dampness.
Flossie began to retrace her steps. Just as she reached the entrance of the cafeteria, she heard a cacophony of shouting and the clattering of pots and dishes. She quickened her pace towards the noise, subconsciously scanning and locating the source of the commotion.
"The food is so bad, can we even call this a cooking class?!"
"Just because there is a sharpshooter in your class doesn’t mean you can get away with not cooking properly. Even if your shooting skills are good, you’re neglecting your main job!"
"Don’t think that knowing a bit of shooting allows you to show off everywhere. Have you ever thought that there is nothing glorious about the cooking class!"
As she moved closer, she heard similar voices. Flossie watched the recruits standing up and the angry members of the cooking class ready to fight, her brows furrowed tighter.
Just as she stepped into the cafeteria, a food-filled tray appeared in her line of sight. To the surprise and astonishment of the surrounding crowd, she looked up to see the tray, full of food, heading straight for her!
Caught off guard, Flossie clenched her fists. A shocking chill emanated from her, causing many around her to shudder uncontrollably.
— End of Chapter 107 —