Wei Xinyang widened his eyes: "Here, damn it, this really is a smart and brave death game!"

"Yes! So, usually, you just steal the opponent's name tag and report it. Oh, by the way, the suicide squad encourages private combat. If one side chooses to do so and the other doesn't, it can't be called a private duel. It can only be called a duel. If both sides agree, it automatically escalates to private combat mode. Private combat mode can only be for Immortals. If neither side wins or loses, both will be executed, and the victor in private combat mode gains over 100% of the loser's 30 points. The loser either gets killed directly by the winner or survives and then gets executed by the suicide squad. Duels are different. In duel mode, there is no life-or-death result. If someone gets killed in a duel, the killer will be executed."

After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Guangrong was met with blank looks from Wei Xinyang and Qin Zheng, while Ann Zixuan pretended to look out the window. His face was calm and unperturbed, as if to say, that matter has nothing to do with me. I didn't tell them.

Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but laugh.

Wei Xinyang smiled mischievously: "Big brother is truly a big brother. When I first arrived here, I turned into a girl! Amazing! Admiration! What's the trick?"

Jiang Guangrong could only spread his hands and say with his lips: "How long have I been downstairs fetching girls? How could I have such charm! I have nothing to do with that woman!"

Wei Xinyang looked surprised at Jiang Guangrong: "What? Zixuan said that girl wanted to kiss you. No problem? Wow, brother Glory, you're so kind? It's about to be embraced together. No problem? I didn't expect you to be such a heartless person. I sympathize with other people's sisters. You betrayed your deep affection. It's pathetic! Alas, love has been empty since ancient times..."

Qin Zheng harshly knocked Wei Xinyang with his right arm, interrupting Wei Xinyang's words. Wei Xinyang hesitated for a moment before realizing Jiang Guangrong's face had turned very ugly.

Qin Zheng frowned: "Brother Glory, what's wrong?"

Jiang Guangrong sighed and pointed at his back. "If I say that woman frightened me and made my back sweat, would you believe it?"

Wei Xinyang widened his eyes: "It's so terrifying here? Boss, you're not like Zixuan, a simple boy. What did that woman do to scare you like this? Don't tell me she's too ugly, you think she haunts at night!"

Jiang Guangrong coldly shook his head: "The woman did nothing, just took a few steps close to me, and that was it!"

Wei Xinyang and Qin Zheng exchanged glances.

"Would I have been able to return safely if Zixuan hadn't come?" Jiang Guangrong finished speaking and looked absentmindedly at Ann Zixuan out the window, pondering. His brother had the perfect timing to escape the encirclement—is this really a coincidence?

"That exaggerated?" Qin Zheng was dumbfounded.

"Yes! No exaggeration!" Jiang Guangrong nodded. "Before I went downstairs, I accidentally knocked the woman down. Generally speaking, women get knocked down by men. But I felt like hitting a wall. Just a small bump like that, and my shoulder felt like collapsing. The woman was nobody. Then I tentatively reached out my right hand to pull her up. When I held her right hand, you can guess my feelings!"

"Smooth skin and luster?" Wei Xinyang mused.

"Haha." Jiang Guangrong shook his head, smiled, and said: "What I felt was calluses on that woman's right index finger, the side of her thumb and index finger, and the palm joints!"

Qin Zheng understood Jiang Guangrong's words, clapped his hands, and exclaimed: "My gosh! Death Camp's women aren't vegetarians. The calluses on her index finger, thumb, and index finger knot mean she's an old gun user. The calluses on her palm joints indicate she's not only skilled with big guns, but also proficient in boxing. She's a combat master!"

"Yes!" Jiang Guangrong nodded heavily. "When the woman was near me, I felt her heart move, wanting to kill me. This woman can emit such terrifying venom. She's definitely a killer, not blinking an eye. I think she just wanted to lure me closer when she was so near. Even if I randomly touched her, she would use my hand movement to start private combat with me, and once in private combat mode, I believe this woman could kill me with one or two moves!"

Wei Xinyang took a deep breath, shrank his neck: "This damn it, it's so terrifying. Anyone meeting this woman is a killer, not blinking an eye. She's a combat master. She's skilled in using big guns, knows how to lure others. This is the coexistence of power and wisdom. She won't be provoked!"

Suddenly Jiang Guangrong remembered something, turned and asked Qin Zheng: "Third, you're well-informed. Have you heard of the name Tian Jue?"

Qin Zheng thought carefully for a moment. After a while, he shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. Is that the woman's name?"

"Yes." Jiang Guangrong nodded: "When my brothers encounter this woman named Tianyue or the woman sharing her dormitory, they must be cautious. This woman has such a heavy murderous aura, too terrifying. If you can hide, you should avoid confrontation. There should be no intersection between the sides!"

The three men nodded heavily.

In another dormitory building, Tian Jue nonchalantly walked upstairs, followed by a woman in yellow.

The woman in yellow asked doubtfully, "Sister, why didn't you fight?"

At 5:00 the next morning, a sharp whistle came from downstairs.

Perhaps because everyone anticipated what would happen the next morning, in less than five minutes, everyone gathered in a large square not far in front of the dormitory building. As the square had been marked in advance, no one dared to dawdle in the camp, so on the first day of training, everyone was neat and tidy.

Qin Xianhe patrolled in front of the teams for a while and soon found Jiang Guangrong's position amidst the crowd.

Qin Xian rarely smiled, but when Jiang Guangrong saw Qin Xian smile toward him, he was initially stunned, followed by a foreboding feeling.

Qin Xianhe raised his voice and began the lecture: "Five more minutes to go, four minutes and thirty-three seconds. Should you feel proud? I tell you, you're too weak! You knew I'd come downstairs at five o'clock, but you're still so slow. The time should be two minutes! Adjutant!"

"Yes!" Qin Xianhe's adjutant responded loudly.

"This time, the top three members of each company will receive ranking points!"

"Yes!"

"Ah?" The scene was stirred. It seemed like getting points from the Death Camp was easy, but these people did not include Jiang Guangrong. Jiang Guangrong remained upright, although his facial expression showed no change. Jiang Guangrong clearly felt that the principal of Death Camp, Qin Xian, was paying more attention to him today, which gave Jiang Guangrong a little ominous premonition.

Qin Xianhe saw the noisy crowd and nodded. Qin Xianhe's way was to intentionally create noise, especially to observe Jiang Guangrong's reaction. However, to Qin Xianhe's surprise, Jiang Guangrong, whom he had been concerned about, remained unmoved, standing still in his place.

Qin Xianhe couldn't help murmuring to himself: "Good fellow, you're very alert, but do you think you can escape? Do you want me to pass by first with my little ancestor?"

Thinking of this, Qin Xianhe pretended to be angry: "Without organization, there's no discipline!"

Qin Xianhe glanced at Jiang Guangrong.

Seeing Qin Xianhe angered, everyone's necks twisted in fear. Jiang Guangrong's ominous premonition grew stronger!

"You! Come out!" Qin Xianhe pointed at Jiang Guangrong.

Panic erupted around Jiang Guangrong. People concentrated relatively tight, none knowing who Qin Xianhe referred to.