The man screamed and rolled around clutching his arms.

"This is just a lesson; next time I'll make you bleed." Some people won't learn their lesson until they're faced with a fatal blow; they need to be properly disciplined.

The practice of bullying newcomers seems to have formed unconsciously, which is a bad trend, but it exists everywhere. The military region is already considered to be one of the better ones.

Fang Rong looked around and then turned to leave.

He's too busy to go back and reprimand them one by one; making an example of someone is the best way.

There are only two days left until Fang Hua enters the city in place of the Federal President. We must be prepared in these two days.

Make up for what you lack.

For example, regarding his stiffness, he was already in his twenties when he joined the army. His body was fully mature, and his bones were hard. He couldn't keep up with many movements, such as splits and kicks. He simply couldn't do them.

The instructor noticed and told him to go back and study yoga more, and that he could practice any pose after completing a yoga routine.

Fang Rong is all alone, and there's no one to help him stretch his legs or anything, so he can't do it at all. Therefore, it's best to wait until Fang Hua comes back before making a decision.

It wasn't too late yet, so after he finished cooking, he sat down by the pond to sharpen his knife.

Fang Rong was heartbroken when the Mo Dao got a nick after the last fight. She used all her strength to smooth it out, and it was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

Besides the Mo Dao (陌刀), he also prepared a full set of knives, which he would eventually need. He sharpened them now so they would be easier to use later.

If you use only one side of a knife frequently, one side will become sharp while the other becomes dull. Fang Rong is used to using both sides, so sharpening both sides is the most convenient way to use it.

This job was tough; it took him two hours to smooth out three knives.

There are 37 left. In fact, he bought more than 300, all to prepare for the Federal Assembly in two days.

It's always better to be prepared.

However, there were only about thirty knives that were actually ready to be sharpened; there wasn't that much experience involved.

Ding-dong!

I don't know who sent the text message.

Fang Rong opened it and took a look. It was Fang Hua's. This guy had finally been released and had time to come over.

"I've arrived at No. 55 Nanmen Street. Where are you? I can't find you."

"I'm in the yard, wait a minute, I'll go open the door for you." Fang Rong replied to the text message, put down the knife, and ran to open the door.

"Have you arrived?" Fang Hua asked again, seemingly getting impatient.

"Yes, I've opened the door. Where are you?" There was no one at the door; Fang Hua was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm at the entrance of No. 55 Nanmen Street."

"Impossible, take a picture and let me see." He was already at the door, how come he didn't see Fang Hua? Did he go to the wrong place?

Fang Hua quickly sent a house number, which read 55 Nanmen Street.

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"Are you blind? Can't you see the extra grass radical?"