HLM -Chapter 1207 The Situation Is Severe

After this cleaning session, Atulu’s status as the big brother was even more solidified.

There were twenty-five cadets in their group. Earlier on the bus, over ten of them had already been impressed by the bravery of the Maori giant. Now, combined with Atulu’s loyalty, humility, and kindness, the remaining ten or so cadets were convinced as well.

Of course, what impressed them even more was Atulu’s physique. Compared to most people, a 1.9-meter, 400-pound Maori man was like a living beast.

But Wang Bo also overheard other whispers. Someone quietly said to their companion: “Let’s just acknowledge him as the big brother. He’s good to us, and look at him—he looks tough enough to take a beating. If the instructors come after us, they’ll start with him first. He’s the most resilient; he’ll take less damage.”

By the time they arrived in Wellington, it was already past three in the afternoon. After coming from the airport and cleaning up, it was already six o’clock.

Each dormitory door had a posted schedule: dinner was at six. The dining hall was some distance from their dorms—a twenty-minute walk. By the time they went downstairs, it was already five fifty-something.

Someone said, “Guys, should we run there? The police here don’t seem very friendly. If we’re late, will they even let us eat?”

Another asked, “Big Brother Atulu, what do you think?”

The Maori giant expressed his decision with action: he broke into a run. No way was he missing dinner—it would be terrifying!

Following him, all the cadets sprinted toward the dining hall. Others in the school saw them rushing and pointed.

Atulu impressed the cadets again. Despite his size, he ran fast with excellent stamina, staying in the lead pack and shocking many who had assumed he would be slow.

Like the dorms, the dining hall was large—four or five hundred square meters—with a buffet setup. Several long tables were filled with food.

Inside, there were also more than twenty round tables. While common in China, round tables were rare in New Zealand, where long tables were popular.

The dishes were simple: fried chicken, fried fish, fried eggs, sausages, roasted meat, grilled steak, and assorted fruit and vegetable salads.

Wang Bo frowned in dissatisfaction: “Is that it?”

The bulky instructor who had driven them was already in the dining hall. Seeing them lining up for food, he arrogantly swung his arms and blocked Atulu: “Rookies, what are you doing?”

Atulu said, “Reporting, sir. We want to eat.”

The officer sneered, “Don’t you see we haven’t started eating yet? Didn’t your parents teach you to let your elders eat first? Go stand at the back!”

If it were anything else, Atulu would have obediently stepped aside. But this was food—and they were starving after a long journey.

Even clay has a bit of stubbornness; how much more so a giant like Atulu? Normally kind and timid, he had one irritable spot: don’t block him from eating when he’s hungry!

The bulky officer suddenly seemed small compared to Atulu. He was also 1.9 meters, but much smaller in build, appearing almost pocket-sized next to Atulu.

Atulu’s eyes widened. He slammed his hand on the table and roared: “Move! I’m eating! You should be lining up—you should be lining up!”

His roar was thunderous. Combined with his furrowed brow and heavy breathing, the officer jumped back instinctively, startled.

Although it cost him some face, the officer looked at the enraged Atulu and the excited cadets behind him, gave a menacing glance, and left.

The cadets erupted in cheers, clearly seeing this as a victory.

One cadet behind Atulu looked up at him in admiration: “Big Brother Atulu, can I sit next to you for dinner?”

Atulu nodded, grabbed a plate, piled it high with fried chicken, drumsticks, and roasted meat, and casually found a table. Others quickly filled in around him.

Wang Bo stared in amazement. “Atulu really became the boss, didn’t he?”

Gerald grunted: “I must be crazy!”

Though they had the upper hand in the confrontation, the cadets were still the weaker group. They ate slowly, quietly, and no one dared speak loudly.

In contrast, Atulu’s eating was loud and voracious.

Wang Bo thought it sounded like a pig gnawing, but the cadets saw it differently: Atulu was making a statement to the instructors.

The instructors in the school didn’t care much—they were chatting and laughing in their own circles, ignoring this group entirely.

Atulu didn’t care. Plate after plate, he kept eating, and the others followed his lead. After finishing, someone remarked: “Big Brother Atulu is a perfect leader.”

Wang Bo: “…”

After dinner, there was more: the freshman welcome ceremony. They headed to the campus gymnasium for a meeting; thereafter, nightly study sessions would begin.

Still leading the way, Atulu guided the rookies into the gym.

The gym was empty, with a portrait of Elizabeth II on the front wall and several famous figures from the New Zealand police system.

Wang Bo recognized someone: Commissioner Miller McBland, with the inscription: “A fearless nemesis of criminals and loyal protector of the people’s property.”

The gym doubled as a basketball court, with tables and benches. Everyone sat scattered, chatting.

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the gym’s loudspeaker: “Everyone, stand up!”

The sound was like thunder, shaking Wang Bo’s eardrums painfully.

All cadets immediately stood, not daring to look back.

With synchronized footsteps, several large men entered. Wang Bo, curious, turned to look.

There were six men. At the front was a police inspector, wearing a crisp white shirt, walking with purpose and a serious expression.

Behind him were several of the bulky officers who had bullied them before, their expressions even more grim, their gazes sharp like knives.

Atulu lowered his head, not daring to meet their eyes.

Someone muttered under their breath: “Damn, could this jerk be our instructor? This is bad…”

Now, the bulky instructor clearly had no time to deal with them—there was a higher-ranking inspector here.

The others, after reaching the front, stood in a line, arms crossed behind their backs, legs apart, heads held high, and eyes fierce.