Any candidate who can persist inside for more than twenty minutes will be rated as excellent.

They belong to a group with extremely resilient willpower, and upon entering the Special Search Team, they will receive a significant allocation of resources and focused training.

As for those who couldn’t last even ten minutes and had their Spirit collapse upon encountering the monster, losing the qualification to become field agents.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment.

"Including that candidate named Fang Cheng just now, there are five."

His gaze swept across the big screen, his voice steady with a hint of disappointment:

"Still too few. This year’s situation is not optimistic, we need more fresh blood."

"Notify all examination centers to broaden the passing conditions, anyone who persists for more than ten minutes should be considered for admission."

"As for those lasting more than fifteen minutes, they should be included in the key training list."

"Once today’s tests are all concluded, organize a detailed list, I want to personally review it."

"Understood, sir."

Director Qin stood at attention and received the order.

Just then, the heavy soundproof door of the viewing hall was pushed open from the outside.

Accompanied by quick steps of high heels on the ground, a female secretary in a gray fitted skirt hurried to the sofa.

She glanced at her watch and reported softly:

"General, it’s eleven o’clock. Lunch has been prepared and delivered to your office, you can return and have a quick meal."

"At one thirty in the afternoon, you still need to go to the Ministry of Defense building for the military’s joint defense high-level meeting. The special convoy is already waiting in the underground garage."

"Alright."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, pressing his hands on his knees, he stood up from the sofa.

His tall and upright physique instantly cast a huge shadow on the ground.

This man is the current highest officer of the Special Search Team, General Ling Shaofeng.

The female secretary skillfully picked up the military coat draped over the sofa armrest, shook it open and draped it over Ling Shaofeng’s shoulders, then handed over the military cap with the eagle insignia.

Ling Shaofeng took the cap, put it on, and raised his hand to straighten the collar.

He turned around and walked towards the door.

When he brushed past Director Qin, the sound of military boots hitting the ground suddenly paused.

"Xiao Qin."

Ling Shaofeng did not turn his head, his profound gaze fixed on the darkness ahead, his tone unhurried:

"In dealing with people and affairs, one must know discretion."

"Water too clear has no fish, I can allow subordinates to seek a little personal gain for their daily needs, but within this door, in the face of righteousness, not a grain must be mixed in, understood?"

This metaphorical knock was like a basin of ice water poured over the head.

Director Qin’s hair stood on end, his dried back once again wet with cold sweat.

He bowed his head deeply, not daring to breathe heavily, his Adam’s apple rolled with difficulty:

"Understood, sir..."

Ling Shaofeng said nothing more, striding out of the viewing hall.

The heavy metal soundproof door slowly closed behind him, returning the hall to its silent darkness.

Director Qin stood frozen, staring at the broad back that had long disappeared beyond the door, feeling his legs weaken.

He let out a long exhale, the foul breath trapped in his chest, raised his sleeve, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Then he shook his head with a bitter smile.

Today’s ordeal, fortunately, was passed thanks to the General’s usual trust, without risk.

Director Qin looked at the images displayed on the surrounding screens, murmuring to himself:

"Fang Cheng, now that you’ve crossed the threshold of the Special Search Team, strive to perform well and don’t cause trouble for me..."