*
After the truck drove for two hours, it stopped at a wide-open area.
It was quite remote, with no buildings in sight, looking like a randomly chosen spot, and on this piece of land, there stood quite a few people—likely all trainees like her, participating in the examination.
Mo Shangjun swept her gaze over, and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure among the crowd, then she noticed a few instructors approaching.
The driver said, "Get off."
As she opened the car door and just stepped down, an instructor standing nearby came forward and took her backpack, indicating that her belongings would be temporarily confiscated for safekeeping.
Then, a young female instructor came out to search her, confiscating all the small items on Mo Shangjun, not even sparing the tissues. Mo Shangjun didn't mind and let her check one by one.
"Okay," said the female instructor, putting the last small knife into a storage bag, then glanced towards the group of trainees, "Go over there."
