Li Erniu, Wang Dazhuang, and a few other thugs who had previously joined Zhang Kui in making a fuss now had faces as white as paper, their lips trembling, and not a trace of color in their skin.

They stared blankly at Zhang Kui, who was convulsing on the ground under Qin Ye's foot. The blood, flowing from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot, "whooshed" into his spine, then up his bone marrow to the top of his head.

"Gulp."

Li Erniu's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, producing a clear swallowing sound. In the deathly silence of the playground, the sound seemed particularly jarring. He remembered how, just minutes before, he had been patting his chest and boasting to the people around him.

"Just watch, after this punch from Brother Kui, even his own mother wouldn't recognize this pretty boy!"

"His build? He's as skinny as a telephone pole, I could break him with one hand!"

"An instructor? I bet he's just some rich kid that some leader shoved in to get some prestige!"

Every boast he'd made now felt like a branding mark, burning his face with intense pain. He didn't even dare look up at the menacing Instructor Qin; he could only lower his head, his feet pacing nervously on the ground, wishing he could dig a hole in the concrete playground with his toes and bury himself alive on the spot.

He had no doubt that if he were the one who had provoked him just now, it would be Li Erniu lying on the ground panting like a dead dog.

“Or,” Qin Ye’s gaze fell precisely on Li Erniu and his gang of thugs, “does anyone think they are more resilient than him,” he gestured with his chin toward Zhang Kui on the ground, “?

Li Erniu and the others shuddered, burying their heads even lower, as if they wanted to bury their heads directly into their crotches. They felt that their trouser legs were... a little wet.

Qin Ye waited for two seconds, and when no one responded, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"very good."

He spoke again, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Since no one has any objections, let's begin the first lesson now."

The first lesson?

Everyone pricked up their ears, held their breath, and their hearts were in their throats.

They had no idea how this wicked god was going to torture them next.

Qin Ye's gaze slowly swept across the entire area again, finally settling on Li Erniu and the other two male soldiers who had been laughing the loudest earlier.

“You,” he pointed a finger at Li Erniu.

Li Erniu's heart skipped a beat, and he almost peed his pants in fright.

“And you,” the finger moved to Wang Dazhuang.

Wang Dazhuang's face turned pale instantly.

"With you." Even the last unlucky one couldn't escape.

The three men were deathly pale, and their six legs trembled like leaves in the autumn wind.

"Step forward."

Qin Ye's voice was like a death knell from hell.

The three men were completely disoriented, their minds blank, their bodies moving mechanically and awkwardly out of control as they stumbled out of the line. They stood unsteadily before Qin Ye, heads bowed, not even daring to glance at him.

“Report…Report…Instructor…” Li Erniu’s voice trembled so badly that his teeth chattered and made a “clucking” sound.

Qin Ye ignored them and turned to look at Lei Kuan.

"Instructor Lei, could you please send someone to the mess hall to bring over three large buckets of swill?"

"What?"

Lei Kuan was startled, thinking he had misheard. "...Swill?"