"When the real training comes later, you won't have the strength to be trained!"

As Benjamin Blake left, everyone looked at each other, realizing they had been fooled. But seeing Barrett Walker deep in thought, people passing by him glared angrily, a large group walking in pairs towards the cafeteria, clearly recognizing each other or having already met.

"Hmph! I thought he was someone else! Didn't expect him to be so shameless."

"Let's go! Say less, or others will give us a hard time."

Barrett Walker listened to the foul language from people passing by, feeling uncomfortable. But since he had decided to take this path, he wouldn't regret it. Shaking his head, he followed the others to the cafeteria for a meal.

"Barrett Walker! Wait!" Danny and Baron caught up, looking at Barrett's calm expression. They knew Benjamin Blake had ulterior motives, and even without Barrett, he would have increased training. The others just wanted to vent, and Barrett was the scapegoat.

Barrett stopped, knowing he had to interact with them eventually. His calm expression suddenly turned into a smile. "So, you've recognized me, huh?"

At this moment, everyone was wearing uniforms and hats, making it hard to recognize familiar faces. Barrett had also undergone a significant change in appearance and demeanor. Asking such a question wasn't foolish. Danny punched Barrett's chest heavily, exclaiming, "I knew you weren't dead, and you've come back lively! You really made us proud yesterday!"

"Why didn't you contact us?" Baron also punched Barrett's other chest, looking serious.

"Sigh! I'm innocent! How could I have contacted you then?" Barrett put on a pained expression, hugging the two men's shoulders. "The pressure of military training is immense, so don't easily trust anyone! Don't care about others' opinions. Just focus on yourself. Let's go! We're going to the cafeteria for a meal!"

Watching the long queue at the cafeteria, with over 200 soldiers enjoying their meal, Barrett went straight in, ignoring the angry reactions of those in line.

"Hey! Who do you think you are, cutting in line? Go back and wait your turn!"

"Get to the back of the line! Are you deaf? Do you want special treatment?"

"What's he doing? Is he deliberately provoking this large group of people?" Danny looked at Barrett Walkering into the cafeteria, ignoring the insults. His calm demeanor was baffling.

"I think he's using this method to challenge himself," Baron said with a meaningful tone, feeling overwhelmed by Barrett's actions.

Despite the loud insults, Barrett ignored them, walking into the cafeteria as if nothing had been said. He was stopped at the entrance, facing the empty cafeteria filled with food. Looking at the long queue waiting to eat, he sneered inwardly. This was a form of training. Being polite would only starve him. They were raising a pack of wolves, a pack of predatory wolves. You can stand in line, but you have to gather at 8 o'clock for training. There's still over an hour to go. Enjoy starving!

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Ignoring the cafeteria staff's attempts to stop him, Barrett pushed through the crowd, facing the angry glares and insults. Instead of sitting with those who had just come in, he chose an empty table and started eating. This time, it wasn't just a matter of provoking the crowd. Some people were so angry that they were ready to attack him.

Watching Barrett's indifferent and calm demeanor, Benjamin Blake felt a hint of surprise and satisfaction. After eating a boiled egg, he knocked on the table, quieting the students, but the soldiers continued eating hungrily. The egg got stuck in his throat, but the soldiers didn't react. After swallowing the egg, he drank a mouthful of porridge, patting his chest. Almost five minutes had passed, and the students were still at a loss, while Barrett was eating slowly.

"This is outrageous," Benjamin Blake said, pounding the table and glaring at Barrett, who was eating. The students were unsure whether he was talking to Barrett or himself, but they were scared. If he went crazy again and stopped them from eating, it would be disastrous.

"This is ridiculous, have you finished eating?" Benjamin Blake said again, taking another big sip of porridge and swallowing a steamed bun. After a few bites, he swallowed it down and looked at Barrett fiercely.

Barrett continued eating, seemingly slow but actually very quick. Seeing that the table was almost empty, Benjamin seemed to be provoked by Barrett's indifferent attitude. He grabbed a few buns and steamed buns from the table, walking towards Barrett with a hostile tone. "Do what you have to do." As he reached Barrett, he had already finished his food and patted his stomach. The little food wasn't enough to satisfy him.

"Are you talking to me with that attitude? Aren't you afraid I'll fire you?" Benjamin glared with envy as he swallowed his saliva, straightening his chest.

Barrett chewed his food, seemingly slow but actually very quick. He glanced at Benjamin, confirming his suspicions were correct. He ate even faster, finishing everything on the table and even pocketing a few eggs from the counter. After swallowing the last mouthful of porridge, he burped and stood up, looking down at Benjamin with a calm expression. "I've figured out your little trick."

As Barrett looked at the people in line, they glared back at him, wanting to bite a chunk of flesh from his body. Barrett smiled faintly and then loudly said, "Do you think the food in this cafeteria is enough for ten thousand people? Or that they'll let you finish eating by 8 o'clock and then rest for half an hour? Naive fools!"

This caused a commotion, challenging the angry crowd. Some people didn't know what Barrett had said, but they still charged forward. This is human nature, always needing a leader.

Unfortunately, Barrett didn't hear them. He left through another door, needing to digest the food he had just eaten. Otherwise, how could he withstand Benjamin Blake's interrogation when the formal training started at 8 o'clock?

However, it didn't take long for chaos to erupt. The people at the front of the line rushed in, causing a commotion. Regardless of what had happened, those behind them continued to charge forward. This is human nature, always needing a leader.

Indeed, despite the fact that the cafeteria can accommodate tens of thousands of people, the number of tables set up here is insufficient. Even if we assume that each table can seat ten people, there are only a few hundred tables set up here. Some people simply cannot find a place, and there is not enough food on the tables for them.

Benjamin Blake looked at the crowd going crazy for breakfast and smiled slightly. It seems that he will be able to eliminate thousands of people today. The number of students admitted to the Warrior Academy increases every year, and they dare to admit anyone. Do they really think that this place is a garbage collection site?

Benjamin Blake completely underestimated the appeal of the Warrior Academy! All four major departments and dozens of smaller departments were brought in at once, and there were also many outstanding students from other schools mixed in. Despite numerous screenings, even the parents of the noble sons from the economics department of the Warrior Academy spent a lot of money to buy a spot and send their children in. Who wouldn't want their child to succeed? However, after being dealt with and expelled by Benjamin Blake, I wonder what those parents would feel if they found out.