Inside the small cabin at the military training base, the incandescent light bulb hummed overhead, casting long shadows of four people onto the mottled wall. Yan Zhen's fingers tapped lightly on the table, his gaze fixed intently on Han Feng.

"Han Feng, would you be interested in joining the Armed Police Force after graduation?" Yan Zhen's voice carried an undeniable authority. "I believe that with your qualities, I can make you a company commander within three years."

The room fell silent for a second. Chen Feng, who was standing in the corner, suddenly covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking violently. Finally, he couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, which echoed in the small space.

Yan Zhen frowned, his sharp gaze fixed on Chen Feng. "Captain Chen, what's so funny?"

Han Feng shrugged helplessly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Let Captain Chen explain it to you."

Yan Zhen's gaze swept back and forth between the two men. As the commander of the Kyoto Armed Police Corps, he was well aware of Chen Feng's identity. On the surface, he was General Lin Zhengguo's bodyguard, but in reality, he was a captain in the Longyuan Special Forces. Although his rank was not high, he represented the most elite force of the military.

Chen Feng suddenly stopped smiling, straightened his collar, and strode up to Han Feng. To the astonishment of Yan Zhen and Zhao Yang, he stood with his heels together, raised his right hand to his temple, and gave a standard military salute.

"Lieutenant Colonel Han! Chen Feng of the Longyuan Special Forces Team reporting for duty!"

These words, though spoken with force, resonated like a muffled thunderclap within the small room. Zhao Yang's face instantly turned deathly pale, his lips trembling uncontrollably. Yan Zhen, on the other hand, seemed rooted to the spot, his pupils contracting sharply. A lieutenant colonel? This young man who looked no more than twenty?

"Captain Chen, you're not joking with me, are you?" Yan Zhen's voice was a little tense.

Chen Feng stood at attention, his eyes sharp as knives. "Reporting to Colonel Yan, Comrade Han Feng is a tactical instructor at the Longyuan Special Operations Base, my superior, a lieutenant colonel." He turned to Zhao Yang, whose face was ashen, "This is Colonel Yan Zhen of the Beijing Armed Police Corps." Then, turning to Yan Zhen, he said, "The person you were trying to recruit was our chief tactical instructor at Longyuan."

Yan Zhen's Adam's apple bobbed. He knew all too well the weight those four words carried within the military system: Instructor Longyuan. It was the place that trained China's elite special forces, where every soldier was a top-tier recruit, let alone the instructors. And Han Feng looked even younger than many of his trainees…

"Captain Yan," Chen Feng suddenly grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Were you just trying to poach 'that person' from somewhere?"

Yan Zhen felt a sudden chill run down his spine. The "that person" Chen Feng was referring to could only be one person—Lin Zhengguo. He then realized the enormity of his mistake, having actually tried to poach Instructor Longyuan. Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Lieutenant Colonel Han... Lieutenant Colonel Han," Yan Zhen's voice was hoarse and sounded unlike his own, "I've already looked into the matter of this military training. Zhao Yang will handle it as we just discussed, and I hope you..."

Han Feng raised his hand to interrupt him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Colonel Yan, you're exaggerating. A minor disagreement during military training is over and done with."

Han Feng's tone was relaxed and casual, yet Yan Zhen felt an invisible pressure. The young man's aura reminded him of how he felt when facing Lin Zhengguo.

Zhao Yang, huddled in the corner, was completely devastated. His legs were weak, and he had to lean against the wall to keep his balance. All those difficulties, all that deliberate harassment... he actually used these tactics on a Lieutenant Colonel from Longyuan, a special forces instructor? Recalling the insults he had once hurled at Han Feng, such as "useless coward," Zhao Yang felt dizzy and disoriented.

"Instructor Zhao," Han Feng suddenly spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft, yet it sent a shiver down Zhao Yang's spine. "After military training, report to the border defense post. It... suits you better there."

This wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. Zhao Yang opened his mouth, but could only nod mechanically in the end. He knew this was the lightest punishment he could get.

Yan Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gave Han Feng a grateful glance. As the commander of the Armed Police Force, he naturally understood that Han Feng was giving him face. If things were really investigated, Zhao Yang's behavior would be enough to send him to a military court.

"It's getting late." Han Feng glanced at his watch. "I have training tomorrow, so I'll head back to the dorm now."

Chen Feng immediately followed: "I'll see you off."

Yan Zhen stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, and suddenly gave a bitter laugh. Tonight's conversation had completely overturned his understanding of the word "genius."

After leaving the cabin, the students from Kyoto University were still lining up to shoot targets, while Han Feng seemed to be fine. He then got into the car with Chen Feng and prepared to return to the villa.

After Chen Feng drove the military vehicle out of the firing range, the system emitted a voice:

Ding! The host has completed the system selection task. Rewards are now being issued.

Ding! Host's physical strength level +1, current level: 4

Ding, Host System Options Task Completion Status: Hidden Reward Perfectly Distributed

Hidden reward: Skill level +1, the host can choose to upgrade any one skill.

Han Feng was somewhat incredulous that there was a hidden reward. Without hesitation, he used the skill upgrade on Fighting Mastery, and now his level has reached 6.

"Zero, can you help me analyze this? I'm currently at level 6 in combat proficiency. How many gene warriors can I face?" Han Feng asked the system in his mind.

"With your current strength, you can defeat three gene warriors at the same time and hold your own against four gene warriors. You have no chance against five or more."

Han Feng was somewhat puzzled: "Why can I defeat 3 opponents, but according to your analysis, I start to get weaker and weaker when there are more than 4 opponents?"

The system explained, "Based on previous combat experience, the strength of a gene warrior doesn't increase simply by 1+1=2 with each additional one; it increases exponentially. Also, the host's physical strength isn't keeping up, which creates a disadvantage."

Han Feng suddenly realized that, in addition to improving his combat proficiency level, he also needed to strengthen his physical strength as soon as possible.

At this moment, Chen Feng, who was driving, turned to Han Feng and whispered, "Old Lin asked me to tell you that there's news from Europe."

Han Feng's eyes sharpened instantly. "What's going on?"

"Night Owl and his team discovered an underground gene lab in Qi City in the Northern Territory, but..." Chen Feng's voice lowered further, "...they found nothing. It seems the other side received advance warning."

Han Feng said coldly, "It seems that their intelligence system has been infiltrated." Han Feng paused, then continued, "Go back and tell Elder Lin to investigate internally."