Dingchuan Academy.
Fat Brother, White Hair, and two others walked side by side towards the helipad on the east side of the academy.
Since the coup, there were fewer familiar faces in the academy, but the helipad had become quite lively.
The Dingchuan Academy broke from tradition and began encouraging students to venture out for training.
Various factions also started to increase their interaction with Ding Chuan.
In the green valley where the helipad was located, it hadn't been quiet for more than half a month now.
There were fearless academy squads, seniors returning with mercenary tasks to recruit new team members, and obedient kids leaving with families...
As the four walked along the long stone road, all sorts of scenes unfolded before their eyes.
At this moment, a group of nine was joking as they walked out from the helipad; there were both men and women, all under thirty-five, with an aura of authority about them.
A fully armed squad of guards was following them.
