A chaotic battle was going on in the cafeteria.
Whether it was the number or strength of the recruits, they were no match for the seasoned soldiers. However, they had the slippery Si Huang who knew how to use the terrain and nimble body to shuttle between the seasoned soldiers. When they found an opportunity, they would attack ruthlessly. It did not matter if they were sinister or not, it was the truth that they beat people up.
The fat master who was in charge of distributing food was dumbfounded and shouted,"Stop fighting!" Stop fighting! F * ck, you bunch of idiots will starve to death!"
It was unknown if someone had heard this, or perhaps it was a coincidence. A bowl smashed into the window where he served the dishes, scaring the fat master into glaring at them. His mouth became softer, and no one knew what he was cursing at.
There was no lack of ex-soldiers shouting and cursing.
"F * ck, if you have the ability, don't run, you stinky brat!"
