87, Don't talk about the spring breeze for ten miles, even eight hundred miles can't compare to you.

Gu Tao arranged each person into the training space, and then seated himself in a chair, observing the young people lying quietly in front of him. Even Miss He, the oldest here, was a bit younger than him. They were all vibrant youths, between sixteen and nineteen, radiating with vitality and hope.

"Youth is truly wonderful," he sighed deeply and then stretched lazily, "Satania, push their training intensity to the max. I want them to have no energy to cause trouble tonight after their training."

"Understood."

After setting their training to the highest intensity they could endure, Gu Tao left the training room and went up to the top of the base's office building. Sitting in the shade, he drank cold beer and enjoyed the breeze, watching the base staff bustling about in their various tasks.

"Hey, don't your bosses scold you for clocking in so late every day?"