Chapter 441: Do the Flood Dragon's Rules Even Apply to Me?

Stand up!

Inside a certain four-person dormitory.

Lu Yang, Xu Ce, Tu Hongwei, and Jiang Dahai all rose to their feet.

Lao Mao pushed the door open and entered, holding a stack of clothes: "Come get your clothes, be dressed and ready in ten minutes, assemble in the hallway!"

Yes!

Xu Ce and the other three eagerly stepped forward to receive their combat uniforms.

The combat uniforms of the Special Forces differ greatly from those of regular units.

One difference is the pattern; the material is also more wear-resistant and sturdy.

More importantly, each uniform is tailored to the soldiers' height, shoulder width, and arm length to maximize comfort during training and missions.

Having long awaited these combat uniforms, finally obtaining them also signified that, after enduring numerous trials and hardships, they had finally been recognized and officially become members of the Flood Dragon.

Just as everyone was eagerly changing clothes, they saw Lu Yang standing there like a wooden post, and their mood instantly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.

"Instructor, does Lu Yang not have one?"

"He's not a member of the Flood Dragon, you didn't know that?"

Lao Mao retorted blandly, leaving the three speechless.

Lao Mao gave Lu Yang a cold glance, said "Hurry up," then turned and left the dormitory.

After the door closed, the three who had just put on their brand-new combat uniforms and affixed the Flood Dragon Special Operations armband all turned their gazes toward Lu Yang.

"Brother Yang, you really don't plan to stay?"

"The lodging conditions are quite good; we happen to have four people per room, plus air conditioning, a balcony, and a private bathroom."

"The company commanders all think highly of you, and you've just earned merit—why not stay?"

Faced with the trio's successive pleas, Lu Yang shook his head firmly: "This place is indeed nice, but it's not suitable for me."

Tu Hongwei: "Brother Yang, how can you know it's unsuitable without trying? Maybe you'll get used to it if you stay awhile."

Xu Ce: "Actually I think you could first stay in the Flood Dragon for two years, using this as a stepping stone for learning; if later you find it unsuitable, you can still apply to withdraw and be transferred back to a grassroots unit."

"It's just like many people nowadays going abroad to gild their résumé; with the Flood Dragon affiliation, becoming something like a reconnaissance company commander back home would be effortless."

Jiang Dahai, whose hands were still wrapped in thick bandages from a prior injury, said: "That's right! Brother Yang, if you don't reconsider, and you leave, we'll be down one."

Lu Yang shook his head, telling them not to persuade him further.

He also said that Lu Yang himself had basically come in through the back door just to sit in on lessons.

His purpose in coming here to study was to return and improve his unit's construction.

Seeing that persuasion was futile, the three exchanged glances, sighed helplessly, and could only leave it at that.

Looking back on how they first met and came to know Lu Yang, the process was truly dramatic: from rejection, to no aversion, then acceptance, followed by admiration, conviction, and wholehearted approval.

Although in previous missions Lu Yang had triggered a bloody, brutal mode that frightened and unsettled them, after successive psychological counseling that barrier has gradually faded.

Nowadays, Lu Yang insists on leaving, and they feel reluctant in their hearts.

Although they've only been together for two months, this affection feels as if they've known each other for two years.

Perhaps it's because they endured too many hardships together on the island, or perhaps because they shared life-and-death crises.

Whenever they see Lu Yang present, everyone inexplicably feels a sense of peace; for he always finds hope to break through in any adversity.

"Dragging your feet, are you done yet? Hurry up and get out!"

Lao Mao's noisy voice rang out in the hallway, and Lu Yang hurriedly followed the three outside to fall in.

Originally, he thought he could still train with the squad, but he hadn't expected Lao Mao's words to utterly destroy his fantasy.

"Lu Yang, from now on you don't need to follow the training."

"Why?"

"Because you've already completed your training; there's nothing left to teach you."

Lao Mao's move left Lu Yang feeling quite depressed.

He asked, if not allowed to train, what else could he do?

Lao Mao's reply was, you can do whatever you like—sleep, stroll, anything goes.

"But there's one thing: aside from eating, your activity range is limited to this dormitory building."

"I protest! This is unreasonable!"

Tu Hongwei was the first to blow his top.

"Not allowing training, nor letting us leave the dormitory—how is this any different from house arrest?"

"Had it been the past, he would have blurted this out straight away."

"Having suffered losses before, he's become much more cautious, trying not to stick his neck out, for after all, the bird that sticks its head out gets shot."

"But when it comes to Lu Yang's affairs, he can't just sit idly by; besides, he's already a member of the Flood Dragon, so he doesn't fear being kicked out."

Lao Mao walked up to Tu Hongwei, stared coldly at him, and said: "Number Ten, you've grown some nerve? Before speaking up for others, did you even shout 'report'?"

Tu Hongwei shouted at the top of his lungs, spraying spit: "Report, I just think this is unreasonable—what right do you have to forbid us from leaving the dormitory?"

Lao Mao twitched his eyelids, stepped back a pace, fearful of being spat upon: "I don't care what you think; I care what I think."

He pointed at Lu Yang, speaking sternly: "He's unlike you all; he's just here to gild his résumé, and will be heading back in a couple days."

"This is the Flood Dragon; everything around us visible to the naked eye is classified—especially the upcoming training subjects and teaching materials."

"Lu Yang, don't blame me for targeting you; your VIP experience has ended—you don't want to keep paying, yet you still want to freeload; there's no such logic in the world."

"In the dormitory, you can play on your phone, sleep, or do whatever; as long as you don't leave this dormitory building, anything goes."

"Understood."

Lu Yang also stopped arguing.

He realized that this was basically forcing him to renew his subscription by force.

If you don't renew, the later content won't be let you listen to, won't be let you study.

Lao Mao saw Lu Yang being docile and silently praised the Chief of Staff's tactic as truly clever: "Everyone except Lu Yang, turn right, jog, heading for the training ground."

Lao Mao led the squad away, and Lu Yang could only return to the dormitory alone.

Jiaolong's dormitory environment was indeed quite good: air‑conditioning, private bathroom, four beds.

Four desks under the beds, all the accompanying facilities were new, looking far better than a university dorm.

Lu Yang did two hundred push‑ups, two hundred squats, then fetched a book to flip through, intending to kill time, but found he couldn't get into the book at all.

His mind was now full of what Xu Ce and the others were actually training on; not letting anyone see, not letting anyone look, and making it so mysterious?

He climbed onto the bed thinking, "I'll sleep a bit," closed his eyes and his mind was filled with that abandoned giant ship and the VBSS training scene.

Especially when he recalled that during the indoor training that morning, halfway through, Bai Yuan's favor debt hadn't been fully repaid, and the damned Chief of Staff interrupted and forcibly took him away, making his teeth grind in hatred.

In his previous life, Lu Yang roamed the workplace; how could he not know those seasoned veterans' tricks?

Some unscrupulous bosses, to force employees to voluntarily take a pay cut and quit, will use such methods.

Employees with weak psychological endurance, prone to internal friction, truly can't bear the mental pressure and fear not finding a suitable job after quitting, so they are forced to compromise.

But it's clear that Lu Yang is definitely not the type that would compromise easily; in the workplace, he is inherently rebellious.

Using Jiaolong's discipline to restrain a soldier from a regular unit—what a joke?

Lu Yang rolled over, jumped off the bed, and prepared to stroll downstairs.

But just as he reached the gate, a duty sentinel wearing a red cuff stopped him.

"Step back, your area of activity is limited to inside the building."

"I want to go to the medical room."

"What are you going to the medical room for?"

"It's this: I feel a bit unwell, a little dizzy, not sure if my wound is infected."

Lu Yang voluntarily lifted his arm and pulled up his shirt.

His body bore many bruises and scratches, all marks left from previous battles with enemies.

In close‑quarters combat, it's almost impossible not to get injured; although none were large enough to need suturing, these minor wounds still looked quite intimidating.

Even though the wounds had been treated with anti‑inflammatory ointment on the way back, with this heat and sweating, inflammation and infection are quite normal.

The sentinel frowned, about to say he'd request clarification, when Lu Yang weakly said, "I'm feeling unwell now, terribly uncomfortable; if I'm delayed in getting medical attention, any later complications would be bad."

The sentinel was a bit uneasy: "It's not that we're not letting you go, it's that Lao Mao ordered that you…"

Lu Yang: "Can his order override the unit regulations? If a soldier's health has an issue, denying medical care makes no sense. If you're uneasy, just come with me."

"Alright, I'll go with you."

The sentinel hesitated briefly, then chose to take Lu Yang to the medical room.

After arriving, Lu Yang kept saying where it hurt, where it ached, feeling dizzy and wanting to vomit.

Coincidentally, the army doctor had gone to help at the PLA Hospital, leaving only two medics in the medical room.

After a check, they couldn't pinpoint a specific issue; given Lu Yang's symptoms indeed resembled wound infection, they could only adopt a conservative treatment.

He was given oral antibiotics, had the ointment reapplied, and was told to lie on the medical room's bed to rest.

The sentinel, still thick‑skulled, asked if he could take him back to the dorm to rest, emphasizing that Lu Yang had been ordered not to leave the Shushe lou area.

This time there was no need to argue; the medic snapped back, "What if something goes wrong when you go back? Wound infection isn't a joke; if something happens, are you responsible?"

The sentinel didn't dare take that responsibility, could only admonish Lu Yang not to wander, to stay put and rest, then left.

But he also kept a watchful eye, turned and went to report to Lao Mao, leaving Lao Mao a bit baffled.

"Are you sure he's genuine, not faking?"

"He doesn't look like he's faking; he took antibiotics, had anti‑inflammatory ointment applied, and is lying in the medical room resting."

"Then that's settled; as long as he doesn't run around, it doesn't matter where he lies. When it's time for meals, I'll have someone deliver a lunchbox to him; you go attend to your own duties."

"Understood."

Lao Mao returned to the front of the squad, clapped his hands and urged them to speed up the training pace.

Unbeknownst to them, by the bedside of a distant medical room, a pair of eyes was quietly watching them.

The Shushe lou was situated a bit off‑site, unable to see the training ground, but the medical room was different—usually adjacent to the training ground; its purpose was to promptly respond to any sudden accidents during training.

Everyone knows Special Forces training has a high injury rate, so the Medical Team became an excellent observation point.

Even though they can't directly take part in the training, satisfying a visual curiosity is fine.

"Hm?"

But just as Lu Yang was getting into the swing of things, a sly, cunning face suddenly appeared outside the window…