Early the next morning, Su Chen had Chen Fei drive him straight to the training camp in the suburbs.
He had only learned from Xiao Chen the day before that none of the hundred men were conscripts who had served the minimum two years. They all had at least five years of service under their belts.
The vast majority were veterans from special forces units. Considering the classified technology involved at Su Chen’s industrial park, these men had been carefully handpicked, and each possessed a unique skill set.
Skills like electronic information systems and mechanical repair were practically tailor-made for the park’s operations, eliminating the need to hire additional specialists in those fields.
Su Chen was quite surprised by this. After all, talented veterans like these could easily find good jobs after leaving the service. For them to give up stable employment to become security guards, taking on a job with an uncertain future, was unexpected.
That dedication alone was worthy of respect. It was why Su Chen had come to the training camp so early—he wanted to put their minds at ease and assure them they wouldn’t have to worry about providing for their families.
Now that they were working for him, he certainly wouldn’t let them down.
As the car slowly pulled into the training camp, they could hear waves of encouragement and cheers coming from the training field.
"They seem pretty energetic."
Su Chen glanced at the time. It was just past nine in the morning.
Chen Fei immediately guessed what was going on. "Sounds like a sparring match," he explained quickly. "They’re probably going up against the camp’s regulars. Sir, should we go take a look?"
Su Chen nodded, and the two of them headed toward the training field.
Sure enough, from the stands overlooking the field, they saw everyone gathered in a circle. Inside it, two men were locked in combat, fighting with an intensity that made Su Chen wince just watching.
"Are your internal competitions always this fierce?" Su Chen asked, turning to Chen Fei.
To an outsider, it would have looked like the two men in the center of the ring had a personal grudge. Every punch landed with brutal force.
"This is nothing, Sir," Chen Fei said. "Back in the day, during our major internal competitions, if you didn’t walk away with a broken nose, a swollen face, or a fractured bone, it meant you weren’t giving it your all!"
A scene like this was child’s play to Chen Fei, just a basic part of combat training. He knew from deep experience that the more you bleed in training, the less you bleed in battle.
Su Chen nodded. Just then, a loud cheer erupted from the field as the match came to an end. The man in the training camp uniform had locked his opponent in a cross armbar, securing the win.
Once the cheering died down, Su Chen instructed Chen Fei to gather everyone.


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