Early the next morning, Zhang Lu came to pick up Ye Fan.
In the car, Zhang Lu reminded, "This time, the trainees are all elite warriors handpicked from all major military districts. Each of them is unruly and undisciplined. If you think you can easily take on the role of instructor, I'm afraid that's impossible."
Zhang Lu's words were not without reason. Those elite soldiers wouldn't willingly let Ye Fan be their instructor. If he didn't show some real skills or couldn't suppress their arrogance, they wouldn't take anything he said seriously.
In such circumstances, the path of being an instructor would naturally not be smooth, and some disturbances were inevitable.
"Doesn't matter," Ye Fan said calmly, not taking Zhang Lu's words to heart.
