Chapter 887
Chapter 887, Episode 058 - Inviting Trouble or Not (1)_1
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Stopping in her tracks, Flossie Wright looked across.
The two buildings were not far apart, clear enough to see.
Outside of a first-floor dormitory, about a dozen people were gathered, most of them new recruits, with veteran soldiers numbering less than ten. A group of people were pushing and shoving each other, with the conflict escalating and ready to erupt at any moment.
After standing there for a while, Flossie Wright faintly made out the cause of the dispute.
It started when two veteran soldiers moved into the new recruits’ dormitory and forcefully tried to take the beds by the window, which sparked dissatisfaction among the new recruits and naturally led to an argument.
The new recruits, having bonded for so long, had their good and bad relationships, but faced with a common adversary, they were bound to stand together.
As for the side of the veteran soldiers, having just been assigned together, only those who were already familiar came to help.
Considering the capabilities of the veteran soldiers, it would only take a few of them to lay low a group of new recruits.
"What’s going on here?"
Seeing Flossie Wright stop, Becca Reyes walked over curiously and asked in confusion.
Glancing at her, Flossie Wright didn’t respond.
Such disputes were clear after just a look.
"Tch," sure enough, hardly a moment later, Becca Reyes frowned, "Both sides are doing this on purpose, aren’t they? Where are their captains, Calvin... uh, from both sides?"
Her gaze halted for a moment, Flossie Wright scanned the area and curved her lips, "They’re coming."
Becca Reyes looked up, only to pause in surprise.
Indeed, down the stairs from the second floor, two figures were descending.
It was Calvin Ramos and Sandy Cruz.
Calvin Ramos was mildly frowning, his expression rather serious, yet without much outward emotion. His gentle features were lightly touched with coolness, and his approach was smooth and steady.
Not much could be discerned.
Even then, he was mild and reserved.
In contrast—
Sandy Cruz was more eye-catching, with a strong presence that turned heads wherever he went. His ostentatious and unrestrained gaze hid danger and sharpness, and those who caught his eye felt an involuntary surge of guilt.
Somehow, when he stepped into the midst of the two groups first, the argument on both sides gradually fell silent.
"I’ll just ask this once," Sandy Cruz’s gaze swept across the crowd, fixing on the two veteran soldiers who had caused the most uproar, his indifferent voice sinking slightly, "Who started this?"
No one responded.
The new recruits had no reason to answer, and the veteran soldiers, momentarily subdued by his aura, showed no signs of resistance.
Narrowing his eyes, Sandy Cruz grabbed the collar of the nearest person, abruptly pulling him forward, and demanded with deliberate emphasis, "Who started this?"
The man he had grabbed was a veteran soldier. At the moment Sandy Cruz grabbed his collar, he raised his hand to seize the other’s hand, intending to shake him off, but couldn’t even budge a finger.
Luckily, he was someone who knew the score and, after a moment’s hesitation, glanced nervously aside, his gaze landing on two veteran soldiers.
Those were the ones who wanted to switch beds.
Releasing the collar of the man in his hand, Sandy Cruz glanced at the two next to him.
These veteran soldiers, having been toughened up through years in the forces and being elites from their own units, seldom genuinely submitted to anyone.
Sandy Cruz, as captain, had many who did not respect him, naturally. There were also those who would not fear him just because of his rank.
"So what if it was us?"
A soldier stood up, looking up at Sandy Cruz defiantly with eyes wide.
As soon as the words were out.
A fist collided with a jaw, emitting a dull, thudding sound.
— End of Chapter 887 —