Sure enough, the Gold Erasers had come to openly poach Han Qingyu.

Regiment Commander Li, Lao Jian, and the others, yet to even show their faces to Han Qingyu,  consciously or unconsciously looked away from the second-floor window of the instructor building, glancing at one another instead.

“Don’t bother watching. It’s useless. That’s the Gold Erasers and the strongest recruit in a decade. They’re made for each other. Who are we to object?” the regiment lead advisor muttered with an expression of quiet anguish; every word heartfelt.

It was the simple truth. They all understood it deep down. 

Not quite ready to let go, Li Wangqiang lamented, “If this were the old days, all we’d have to do is bring Captain Wang Liuzheng out to...