Seeing several of his capable secret guards, such tough men, crying in front of him, Qian Yeming raised his brows slightly and looked at Murong Xiao. The sigh in his eyes seemed to say: What the hell are you doing to them? How do you make these grown men look like wronged children seeing their mother?

Murong Xiao responded with an innocent look: "She didn't do anything! Who knows who bullied them?"

The teammates on the side heard several captains calling out "Master" and knew that the master they would truly be loyal to in the future had appeared, which meant that they had finally officially set out on their mission.

Seeing the captains crying so sadly, thinking about the challenges they faced in the primeval forest and the desperate situation when they had to fight bandits when their bodies were at their limits, and the hopelessness when they were so hungry that they even wanted to eat people, and thinking about the glory of them finally making it through and all being promoted to members of the Kuangfeng, she couldn't help crying.

Looking at the grown men crying, Qian Yeming raised his eyebrows again and turned to look at Murong Xiao, whose face was dark. How on earth had his wife managed to make these hundreds of grown men cry?

By the way, did Xiao'er want him to witness her feat of making hundreds of grown men cry at the same time?

"Whoever cries again will immediately run 100 miles with a weight on their back!"

Faced with Murong Xiao's rude threat, the five hundred members of the Kuangfeng team changed their expressions as if the weather had changed, and immediately turned from crying to laughing.

What a joke! They just finished their morning training and will be doing their favorite combat exercises this afternoon. Who wants to run 100 miles? They're just too full!

Qian Yeming couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. It seemed that his gentle smile was like a devil instructor in front of these iron-blooded men!

Running 100 miles with a weight? Interesting! This method is very effective in improving one's physical fitness and challenging the human body to its limits. He could apply this kind of training to the military in the future. This idea instantly formed in Qian Yeming's mind.

"Let me introduce him to you all. He is your Lord."

In fact, the moment several captains called him "Master", the team members already knew Qian Yeming's identity. Now, when they heard the Master formally introduce him to them, everyone couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Kuangfeng greets the Lord!"

The members of the Tornado team indeed worshipped their master with the utmost enthusiasm, because worshipping their master meant that they had become official Tornado team members.

Although they all became rich after robbing the strongholds and bandit dens, even if they left now, they could still provide themselves and their families with food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

But compared to their previous determination to join Kuangfeng for money, their love for Kuangfeng has now entered a new stage of fanaticism and cognition.

Not for money, but for dignity and faith.

Yes, it’s faith! After spending half a year here, even though they get up earlier than chickens, work harder than cows, and eat worse than pigs (at least in the primeval forest), the “strong wind” has become their greatest faith in life!

Qian Yeming stood on a high vantage point, carefully examining the five hundred people kneeling before him. Although there were only five hundred of them, their aura was no less impressive than that of a vast army. Even Qian Yeming, accustomed to the sight of armies, could not help but be shocked by the deafening sound of their obeisance.

Strong wind?

Qian Yeming narrowed his eyes slightly. Why does this name look so familiar?