Mu Fan had an unusually deep sleep last night and even missed the 4 A.M. workout. When he opened his eyes, he found he had received a message from Team S.
"12 noon, the eastern helipad of the academy, don't miss it — Falcon."
Looking at that sentence, Mu Fan pictured the middle-aged man with a beret, always with a casual look on his face.
A slight smile curled at Mu Fan's mouth. No matter what, he had to pass this assessment.
Establishing a small military-endorsed team would greatly facilitate his and his friends' future actions.
He was looking forward to seeing White Hair and the others' expressions when they learned that the team he had established had exceeded the rankings of Dingchuan Academy.
