Chapter 925
Chapter 925 Episode 063 Flossie Wright you are defying the heavens (3)_1
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"I will ask one more time, who said that!"
Impatiently frowning, Rowdy Brightwill stood with his hands behind his back, his words dropping like steel coins, echoing as if they could hit the ground and bounce back.
As soon as the sound stopped, the entire troop fell into a silence as still as death, with no one making a sound.
An unspeakable pressure rapidly spread through the ranks, so suffocating it was hard to breathe.
The source of all this pressure was the young instructor standing in front of them.
So, it was at this moment that they began to seriously regard this young instructor.
Very young, about twenty-three or twenty-four, handsome with a slim figure and a sharp gaze. However, to many of the men, he seemed no different from a pretty boy lacking the strength to truss up a chicken.
Rowdy Brightwill’s first impression was not that of someone who could command respect.
Perhaps he was capable, but he was too young to be convincing.
But now, they began to take him seriously because he seemed to have more to him than met the eye.
In the midst of the tense and solemn atmosphere, someone finally couldn’t hold back and shouted out robustly.
That was also a military officer.
With a rank one level higher than Rowdy Brightwill’s.
So, when he spoke up, his voice was full of confidence, devoid of any nervousness or timidity.
Holding back his anger, Rowdy Brightwill growled lowly, "Step out!"
The man frowned unhappily, clearly proud, but due to the pressure from those around him and Rowdy Brightwill’s fury, he reluctantly stepped out of the formation.
"What did you say just now? Say it again."
Walking up to him, Rowdy Brightwill stood with his hands behind his back, his expression slightly dark, his presence overpowering the other man.
The man seemed to get heated as well, immediately retorting with irritation, "I said you’re trash!"
Rowdy Brightwill’s eyes narrowed.
Some in the ranks exchanged looks, wanting to discuss but not daring to make a sound.
Yet, for Flossie Wright, Becca Reyes, Jocelyn Carrington, and others who came from a new soldier cohort, this scene couldn’t help but seem somewhat amusing.
Rowdy Brightwill, this guy, wherever he serves as instructor, he can stir up a bunch of protests.
Nobody believes he can be an instructor!
"What, as an instructor, you just stand aside and watch, not showing a single move," the man bellowed, his face falling with anger, "I don’t accept you!"
"You don’t accept me, eh," Rowdy Brightwill didn’t get angry, but smiled and nodded, then took a few steps back, confusing everyone. All of a sudden, he blew his whistle sharply, "Tweet—"
At the sound, the group reflexively snapped to attention.
"I’m the instructor, whether you accept me or not, that’s not my concern. I’m not going to fight you to prove my strength just to please you. I’m here to supervise your training," Rowdy Brightwill said, "Of course, if you don’t accept me, well, there’s only one consequence..."
He paused, then suddenly raised his voice, "Push-up position, five hundred!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Rowdy Brightwill felt wave after wave of unfriendly gazes, sharp as swords, filled with discontent and rage.
They expressed only one sentiment—
Why should we be involved?!
"Not doing it?" He asked lightly, smiling brilliantly, the tone ominous, "If you’ve made up your minds, you can choose not to do it."
Everyone standing here was smart.
To not do it could mean the real punishment was yet to come.
Leading them was Flossie Wright, Becca Reyes, Jocelyn Carrington, Calvin Ramos, and Stuart Weston, a group that had been trained by Rowdy Brightwill, knowing more or less about his actual strength.
— End of Chapter 925 —