Chapter 452: Another Round? Trying to Boost the King of Hell's KPI?

"One, two, three, four!" Chants rolled across the training field in waves. Every last recruit bellowed at the top of his lungs, spirits blazing as they headed back toward the barracks. Stanley Goulty stood off to the side, watching a lone figure sprinting hard across the pitch-black field. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "This kid's got grit," he murmured. "Whatever he's bad at, he drills it until it stops being bad." A major strolled up behind him, smiling like he had just...