"So handsome."
Ren Yu looked up, gazing towards the back of the vehicle, and couldn't help but exclaim.
Mo Shangjun, who happened to hear this: "..."
Although Mo Shangjun knew Ren Yu was referring to the food, she looked at the instructors transporting it and genuinely felt they deserved the description "handsome."
Each of them was dressed in jungle camouflage, their faces smeared with various colors of military paint, making their features indistinguishable. Yet, each carried an aura of a "iron-blooded warrior," lungs barely heaving as they swiftly and neatly moved the food crates. In their hands, the crates seemed like nothing, handled with absolute ease.
Soon, their transportation task was completed.
"Come get your food."
Chu Ye sliced open a cardboard box with a knife and called out to the trainees.
