“Er? Where is he?”


    “I just saw his car. He must be here somewhere,” Talbot said in confusion and scratched the back of his


    head.


    “Hey Look! Food! Chief must have brought this for us!” Lenard found a disposable paper bag and took


    out two Lunch boxes and a thermos.


    The rest approached him.


    “Chief is so nice to us. He always brings food. But this is hardly a snack. There’s not enough for us.”


    Wesley always bought food or drinks for his men when he was off work.


    “Don’tin. It’s better to have a little than nothing.” Bowman opened one of the lunch boxes and


    saw eight mung bean cakes. They looked rather inviting.


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    “Wow, there are also mooncakes! They look delicious! Give me one!”


    Everyone grabbed a mung bean cake and a mooncake. There were only two mung bean cakes and a


    mooncake left. Talbot suggested, “They’re still wrapped. I guess he hasn’t eaten yet. We’ll keep these


    for him. There’s milkshake in the thermos. Want some? We’ve got disposable paper cups.”


    The others shook their heads, declining the milkshake. Only Lenard nodded his head.


    “I’m thirsty. I’d like to drink some.”


    “Alright. Let’s share it,” Talbot suggested and poured half of the drink into two disposable paper cups.


    At that moment, the door opened and Wesley walked inside the office.Original from N?velDrama.Org.


    Upon seeing him, Talbot waved at him.


    “There you are, Chief! We’ve Left you a few cakes. Oh my! The cakes were so delicious. Where did


    you buy them?”


    Wesley’s face darkened once he saw the scattered Lunch boxes on his desk.


    “Who ate them?” he asked rigidly.


    Talbot didn’t see the sullen look on Wesley’s face as he proceeded to drink a mouthful of his milkshake


    before answering, “We all ate them.


    But don’t worry. We’ve left some for you.”


    “Who opened the boxes?” Wesley asked.


    “I did, Chief. Why? Is something wrong?” Talbot pursed his lips in confusion


    Wesley cast a cold nce at him before saying, “You’ll get fat after eating all those desserts. Go out


    and do sit-ups. No less than a hundred sit-ups in one minute. Talbot, you’ll do additional thirty push-ups


    for every sit-up missed. As for the rest of you, additional twenty push-ups for every sit-up missed.” He


    then caught sight of the cups of milkshake that Lenard and Talbot were holding.


    “Since you two drank the milkshake, you get more exercise too. It will help burn off the calories. Go run


    two kilometers with five-kilogram weights. Finish it in ten minutes. You’ll do additional thirty push-ups


    for every minute excess.”


    Everyone in the office fell silent, not quite understanding what was going on. It was the first time that


    Wesley had given them punishments for such a seemingly harmless reason.


    Nheless, they didn’t dare protest. They were soldiers, and soldiers must obey orders. They


    exchanged a few stumped nces at each other and then rushed out of the office posthaste.


    On the training grounds, while they were doing sit-ups, Talbot gazed at the office building with his


    brows knitted together in confusion and murmured, “What exactly did we do to piss him off? Where was


    he before he arrived at the office? Did someone snitch on us to him?” He paused to consider it.