The murderous intent in the gazes of the special forces team was clearly different from that of the new recruits, not to mention the thugs in Korea. A sly smile masked their eyes, which were devoid of any fear of killing, as they marched toward Kang Chan.0

“I heard you’re a special case. I advise you to get rid of that look in your eyes.”0

The one who spoke was another soldier with deep eyes standing next to the Arab man. The silence of the surrounding soldiers and their gaze directed at Kang Chan made it clear that the soldier was the leader of Team 11, which included Kang Chan and eleven others.0

“Shanny.”0

“Call me Channy,” Kang Chan corrected. 0

“Got it. I’m Gillot, the team leader. I look forward to working with you,” Gillot said. 0

When Gillot stood up, the soldiers who had been watching all simultaneously rose from their seats. The simple act of standing conveyed the feeling that they had spent considerable time together and that the soldiers trusted him.0

“Why did you sling your rifle backward?” Gillot asked. 0

“Because it’s more comfortable this way,” Kang Chan answered. 0

Gillot nodded and slung his backpack over his shoulders. “Let’s go!” 0

He headed down the path that Kang Chan had been staring at. The soldiers followed behind him, casting meaningful glances and...0