Zerg: Cold and aloof Major General, stop pretending to be innocent, I have a headache!

However, he soon opened the office door and walked towards the arena. Since he couldn't change the situation, he would try to minimize the casualties among the insect soldiers.

The arena is now densely packed with female insects, their faces still showing signs of immaturity.

But every face was filled with excitement.

"Sir, this is so unfair! You are all experienced soldiers, how could we greenhorns possibly beat you?"

It's already quite an achievement to be able to withstand a few moves from them. The difference between insects who come from the campus and insects who come from the battlefield is just that.

Morgan crossed his arms and looked at the female insect who was speaking with a half-smile: "You think you can fight us seriously? We only ask that you take a few moves against us."

The main test is to assess your skills and agility.

"......"

The insects present fell silent; these words had indeed taken a hit at them.

What if some of them are geniuses, strong enough to compete with them?

That disdainful expression is really hurtful to one's self-esteem, okay?

Parker glanced at Morgan. Although they didn't get along usually, they were surprisingly on the same page: "The military's assessment naturally has its reasons."

If you can pass this test, you can be directly promoted to the military headquarters. If you can't pass the selection, you can go back to the military academy and train for another two years.

Being screened out isn't a waste of insects; it's putting on a brave face that leads to waste.

"Received." The insects present replied to Parker in unison.

"Following the order of the numbers, whoever's number is called, come up." Morgan flipped through the list in his hand.

There were dozens of lists. He flipped to the last page and glanced at the number in front of his name.

Twenty-one thousand insects.

He went back to the first page and stepped back to the outer edge of the arena: "Number 1."

"Here." A worm quickly stepped forward from the swarm, its body muscular and its face angular.

He walked to the center of the arena: "Reporting, may I ask who I will be fighting?"

As soon as he said that, Morgan's smile widened, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Parker walked to the other side of the arena: "Me."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Female Insect No. 1 gave Parker a military salute with a faint smile on her face.

"......." It felt like another smiling tiger. Parker was speechless looking at that familiar smile. As for whether to be polite or not.

Well then, let's not be shy.

Parker's moves are fast, accurate, and ruthless. If Osie and Arthur Lan behind Morgan were to fight him one-on-one, they would both suffer some losses.

Moreover, these are students who have just graduated from military academy.

Soon, the first female insect was at a disadvantage.

Parker clenched his fist, which was swinging at him, and said coldly, "Little brat, all show and no substance. Didn't you eat breakfast?"

These words seemed to have triggered something in the other person, causing them to throw even more vicious punches, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound.

The new recruits below the arena were stunned; they hadn't expected that number 1 would be so good.

"Oh? Time to eat." Parker raised his arm to block a punch that was swinging at him. "But you probably haven't eaten enough."

There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

He observed the point where the other person exerted force and found it to be better than he had imagined, but it was indeed as the other person had said.

Lacking practical experience, his punches, turns, kicks, and other movements were all poorly executed.

It lacked some of its ruthlessness.

Seeing the increasing sweat on his opponent's forehead, Parker quickly kicked him.

Although the opponent did not completely block the attack, they did not leave the arena either.

Seeing that the other party still wanted to step forward, Parker withdrew from his fighting stance: "Number 1, stand over there."

Parker glanced at the three areas—red, yellow, and blue—not far away and pointed to the yellow area.

Morgan picked up a pen and drew a checkmark in front of his number, but the checkmark was followed by a slash: "Number 1, pending."

"Undetermined?" Number 1 felt like there was something wrong with his ears, and the insects below him also started to make a ruckus.

"Instructor, that's all? It's still pending?"

Number 1's abilities are much better than most of the insects present. If he is put on hold, then wouldn't the other insects that are inferior to him be eliminated?

Are the requirements that strict?

"As I just said, we have our reasons." Parker nodded to Morgan.

Morgan then called out "Number Two".

When Fei arrived at the arena, Parker had already been substituted off the fighting platform.

He walked up to him as usual and stood beside him: "How did the assessment go?"

"Huh?" Parker looked at him in surprise. "Major General, what brings you here?"

The surprise in his eyes didn't seem like a lie. Fei glanced at him and then turned his gaze to the dueling platform.

Parker glanced at Kennen behind him, then looked back at Arthur Blue and number 120 on the ring:

"It's still early. There are about 20,000 insects coming this year, but I only want to keep 7,000 or 8,000. The rest will all be sent back to the military academy."

"How strong are they?" Fei had barely finished speaking when number 120 on the stage was defeated.

Parker sighed, looking at the female insects who really wanted to come to the military region with a complicated expression: "There are a few that are not bad."

But these percentages are all in the minority.

He gestured with his chin toward the red, yellow, and blue zones: "There, green passes, yellow is pending, and red retreats."

Only a handful of insects have passed the test so far, while those pending are in better condition.

As for the red area, even if Parker doesn't say it, Fei has already seen it; it's the area with the largest number of insects.

It is more than double the sum of the other two regions.

Parker continued, "Even seven or eight thousand might not be achievable. But..."

He turned to look at Fei and said in a deep voice, "The requirement from above is no less than seven thousand insects."

Upon hearing this, Fei's eyes instantly turned cold. Recruiting insects who hadn't even graduated was already utterly shameless, and now even the number of insects was fixed.

In other words, they really didn't care whether these insects lived or died.

From top to bottom, inside and out, all the insects reached a consensus.

These female insects, who were looking forward to the future, had no idea what they would have to face next.

Qingcao Street, Jiang Xu's Residence.

Jiang Xu and Yu Heng walked out of the study together.

Yu Heng glanced at Jiang Xu and said, "Then it's settled. Give me a week. I guarantee I can bring over 80% of the shops on that street."

"One hundred percent." Jiang Xu walked towards the stairwell, his calm voice carrying an undeniable authority.

"No, 100% really won't work, Brother Jiang." Yu Heng said with a pained expression, "Do you even know what 100% means?"

It's definitely the shoemaker who runs a mobile stall on the open space to the right of my shop; I had to talk him out of there!

Do we even want him to live?

Are you even going to let him live?

"One hundred percent." Jiang Xu went down to the first floor: "With each shop that comes in, the foundation will become more solid. Regardless of size or social status."

I treat everyone equally.

"......" He said it so easily, as if he wasn't the one doing the work: "Brother, move aside, move aside. You really can't do this."

He admits he has the ability, but he doesn't actually have that much ability!

Jiang Xu glanced at him: "That shoe repair stall you just mentioned, that's my final concession."

"......." This was tantamount to not giving in. Yu Heng looked at Jiang Xu with a pained expression, scratching his head and cheeks.