Gray's gaze fell on the young man who arrived late, his pitch-black eyes deeper and more oppressive than a black hole in outer space.

The young man, with his long hair tightly tied up with a hairband, appeared spirited and handsome. The black athletic outfit he wore outlined his slender limbs, and upon closer inspection, one could even notice the graceful curves of his well-toned muscles.

The entire person's figure was beautiful, like a young and vibrant green bamboo covered in morning dew.

Pleasing to the eye. Gray gave the young man such an emblematic label.

However...

He noticed the faint bruise on the fair and delicate collarbone of the young man, along with the subtle scent of medication lingering in the air. Memories of what happened not long ago flashed through his mind as he continued to label the young man as someone with a rich private life.

Lance was actually a little puzzled. He glanced at a classmate lying on the ground, still screaming, and felt somewhat uncomfortable under the intense gaze of the man in front of him.

Looking toward Eden, one could see that this usually sneaky and lazy young master was standing tall. He desperately used eye signals to communicate when he saw him looking over.

However, Lance couldn't deduce anything from his erratic blinking... Given the current situation, it's actually not difficult to guess.

It's nothing more than the new instructor intending to assert their authority.

Lance shouted, "Report!" But before he could come up with a reason, his words were interrupted by a man's remark.

"Lance Hirielle?"

"Hmm?"

"Late by thirty minutes, run fifteen laps as a penalty. Any objections?"

Lance furrowed his brow and said, "Instructor, the reason why I..."

"Run, or don't run." The man interrupted Lance's explanation directly, his gaze not even flickering. There was still Bartton lying beneath his feet, howling in pain. In an instant, an overwhelming and unquestionable momentum surged towards Lance, causing him to hesitate for a moment.

"Run, run, run, run, run!" Eden shouted anxiously in the group, breaking the sudden stagnant atmosphere. He was afraid that Lance would refuse and provoke the wrath of this demon instructor whom he didn't know where he came from. However, as soon as he spoke, it immediately diverted half of the man's attention.

"Iden Anslie, violation of regulations, five laps." The man slightly raised an eyelid upon hearing the words, and his thin lips uttered a few words, leaving no room for argument. Iden immediately wore a pained expression on his face.

"Teaching..."

"Twenty laps."

Lance: "...Ha, what an irritating failed old man with a despotic and dictatorial nature."

Lance was a bit annoyed, but before he could say anything, he was dragged away by Eden, who came rushing out of the team, with an urgent expression. Eden's golden long hair instantly traced a dazzling arc in the monotonous and cold physical training room.

Gray quietly watched Lance's receding figure, thinking that his long hair was truly eye-catching.

The training room wasn't spacious, but it wasn't small either. Running a lap around the perimeter of the training room would cover a few hundred meters. For someone like Lance, an alpha who didn't train regularly, even though he could persevere through twenty laps, he would still look quite disheveled. In fact, Lance really hated looking disheveled.

He adjusted his breathing and footsteps, preparing himself for the upcoming long-distance run. Then, in his mind, he mentally cursed the new coach, who came in like a ball of fire, without using any foul language.

"Where did that person come from?"

"I haven't figured it out," Eden was also confused, but that didn't stop him from expressing his profound impression of this instructor within the past half hour, "I'm afraid the physical training class won't be as easy as before..."

Eden's eyelid twitched uncontrollably as he said, "Lance, I strongly advise you not to provoke him. When the instructor arrived, he directly pointed at eight alphas and then beat them all down. The entire training room was filled with their screams... You also know the Lake brothers. Their fighting skills even surpass those of the average instructor, but under Instructor Gray's command, they couldn't last five moves..."

"You saw it too. Barton, the self-proclaimed strongest professional muscle man, was beaten to such a miserable state that he still hasn't been able to get up until now," Eden glanced at Barton, who was still howling, tears streaming down his face, feeling a great deal of sympathy.

"What did you say his name was?"

"Gray, Instructor Gray, he did not tell us his full name." Eden understood Lance's intention as soon as he spoke, "Do you want to find out his identity?"

Lance nodded. His side profile had a beautiful and nearly perfect proportion, with a lack of expression. The corners of his mouth slightly pressed downward, exuding a touch of exquisite coldness.

"What do you think he relies on to dare to offend so many people? Or perhaps... is this Instructor Gray truly impartial and insensitive to human emotions?" Lance finished his sentence and suddenly revealed a gentle and enticing smile. Eden was taken aback, unsure why there were countless inappropriate and absurd thoughts running through his mind. Then, he subtly curled the corners of his mouth, realizing that the smile just now was meant for a female beta who had glanced at Lance and showed concern.

After the two of them ran to the side of the team, Lance finally put away his smile.

"I think..."