Gao Yang grabbed the walkie-talkie and stepped outside.
He didn't need to ask; as soon as he went out, he could see who had started fighting. As Gao Yang had expected, the brawl was between some trouble-making mercenaries who enjoyed watching excitement and a few instructors from Signal Flag.
Farouk's forces had five Russian instructors teaching them; they had already been training for five days. These instructors, all from Russia's Signal Flag, were genuinely strong. Anyone with a bit of expertise could tell—they were all formidable.
A couple of hundred meters in front of the row of houses where Gao Yang and his crew stayed was Farouk's main training camp. There was no choice; the airport was spacious, but every spot had its purpose. The only place available to provide training grounds for the extra hundred or so men was an open space not far from where Gao and his team were located.
