Chen Che's words were somewhat blunt.

Even too blunt.

So much so that the expressions of the Wildfire Gang and Chana's people present were not very pleasant.

As if he could see some dissatisfaction in the hearts of the crowd, Chen Che wore a faint smile and said calmly, "Not convinced, are you?

Then let me start with the Wildfire Gang.

The Wildfire Gang has quite a few people, and all remain loyal to you, Johnny. A powerful gang established with Johnny at its core, possessing strong execution power and decisive action.

They have made a name for themselves throughout the Ninth Special Zone; by the gang's system and combat capability, they are at least between first and second-rate gangs, which is a commendable achievement, right?"

The members of the Wildfire Gang were very receptive to Chen Che's evaluation, with many proudly lifting their chins.

But then Chen Che's tone shifted suddenly, shaking his head decisively, "But in my view, you are still just a rabble."

Johnny was somewhat dissatisfied, but now dared not further provoke Chen Che's authority. After hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly asked, "Why do you say that? Have we displeased you in some way?"

"Your attitude in submitting to me is satisfactory, but your abilities leave much to be desired.

No need to rush to argue, you Wildfire Gang may seem strong, but in reality, you are just a bunch of brutes without strategy, relying solely on fierceness to struggle here.

There is no cooperation among you! Your gun skills are a mess! Besides having courage, you're basically useless in other aspects.

What, feeling upset?

Remember our first encounter, when you received orders to hunt me down.

Damn, Bobby was hoping to see me dead then. I was utterly isolated, you guys couldn't even throw a hand grenade straight, I was sprinting down the street while you misfired bullets into the sky, and in the end, you still let me escape, wasn't that the case?"

Upon hearing this, the originally indignant Wildfire Gang members immediately showed embarrassed expressions.

Bobby awkwardly dug his toe into the ground, whistling with his head down, his eyes drifting.

"If in the future I need you to kill someone for me, to complete a mission, with your lousy gun skills and terrible cooperation, how many times am I supposed to die?

Look at last time, if you had managed to kill me, would the Tasting Commerce Association have suffered such losses?

If I assign you a task in the future and your failures result in losses for me like the Tasting Commerce Association suffered, won't I have to roll in Hell's frying pan a hundred to eighty times?"

Fine, failing to kill you has become our burden… The faces of Wildfire Gang members turned crimson from the scolding, unable to retort, each hanging their head in silent compliance.

Chen Che turned again to Chana, "As for you, in my eyes, you're even less than this bunch from the Wildfire Gang."

Chana was not convinced and said decisively, "We have ability, we have gun skills, if we didn't, we couldn't have survived this long on the Wasteland!"

"Oh? Then how come you nearly got wiped out by one infiltrator? If not for me, some of you would have either become slaves, had their organs harvested, or be lying in a brothel bed being ravaged by other men! Isn't that right?"

Chana's face instantly turned pale, and the others lowered their heads in humiliation.

"Do you know why I accepted you? Your kind of skills aren't hard to find on the Wasteland. If I really wanted someone to do the job, I could just hire a mercenary for faster and maybe even more professional results.

Do you know what I value in you? It's the one thing you possess: your courage.

The courage to resist from the Wildfire Gang.

The courage to avenge companions from you Hunters.

Do you know what such courage represents to me? It represents the potential for loyalty.

Loyalty is what I require.

But it doesn't mean I'll raise a batch of useless people who only know loyalty.

I need a militarily trained army!

A special forces unit, trained and reinforced for the Wasteland."

Chen Che's words had Chana and Johnny, including Xia Na and Bobby, sharply looking at Chen Che's back.

This man's words contained an incredible sense of ambition.

Johnny felt a slight tremor in his heart, exhaled a long breath, and asked, "What do you want us to do?"

"I want to train you, train everyone, train your shooting skills, train your teamwork ability, train your military endurance.

Foster cooperation among you, cultivate trust among you, so that in the next battle, you can attack the enemy with deadly military formations, piercing like a sharp knife into the enemy's heart.

On the battlefield, you can cooperate seamlessly, mercilessly tearing into the enemy bodies with bullets.

You are comrades, able to entrust each other with your backs.

Cultivate the most precious thing on the Wasteland… trust.

I will use military training to transform you into a genuine sharp blade on the Wasteland."

Chen Che slowly pulled out a booklet from his chest, tossed it to Johnny, and said, "Go rent more warehouses, I want them converted into training facilities, restructured according to the booklet."

Johnny opened the booklet and glanced at it, carefully sweeping his eyes over the contents, making his heart tremble slightly.

"These… so much training equipment… such detailed training methods…" Johnny noted the contents were handwritten, looked at Chen Che in disbelief.

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