Everyone present looked gloomy at the same time.
Even Qiao Fei's thumb was pressing against the handle of the knife.
It’s not necessary to kill someone.
But it is necessary to show off your skills to the young master in the headquarters.
"Your mouth is quite annoying, isn't it?"
Xu Ben gradually sat up straight.
Duan Weijun could certainly see the dissatisfaction of those present.
But he didn't seem nervous or panicky at all.
“It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”
Duan Weijun glanced at everyone and said, "Brothers, I have learned about all of you before I came here."
Yan Feng narrowed his eyes but did not move the knife.
As long as Ning Fan gave the order and asked him to teach the other party a lesson, it would still be in time for him to draw his sword.
"You are all well-known figures in the F70 area. I heard that these brothers were once the ace team."
Duan Weijun looked at Yan Feng.
Yan Feng glanced at him and said nothing.
Duan Weijun continued, "Small-scale battles involving around ten people are your forte. If a real fight breaks out, even if I were given a few souls of the same level as you, I wouldn't be a match."
This did not calm the crowd down.
"But the question is, after the new city is built, will there still be more battles involving ten or so people?"
Duan Weijun suddenly stopped smiling. "Everyone's thinking is probably still stuck on fighting alone, but Commander Ning... will be in charge of a massive army in the future!"
As he spoke, he pointed at himself and said, "I can command an army of tens of thousands. Can you do it?"
Yan Feng frowned fiercely.
On that day, F70 District dispatched 30,000 soldiers.
But Yan Feng did not take charge of the command work, but chose to lead people to raid Ernst.
Almost all of the 30,000 soldiers and horses were handed over to Zhang Wenqing at that time.
The reason for this is not because of how strong Zhang Wenqing’s ability to lead troops is.
But other people are not as good as him!
Zhang Wenqing is considered the tallest among the short ones!
Yan Feng's head ached at the thought of commanding tens of thousands of people.
Not only him, but others as well.
Although he is now a general, what he actually does is...
It's still a job for thugs.
"So what I just said was the truth. Comparing with you guys in commanding a team is too bullying."
Duan Weijun pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew out a puff of smoke before saying leisurely, "Compared to this, even if you all come at me together... it won't work."
"Hold!"
Yan Feng finally couldn't sit still anymore.
Don’t be fooled by Yan Feng’s easygoing and cheerful personality in front of Ning Fan and his group.
But this guy really doesn't have a good temper!
He has a crush on Ning Fan, and they get along well.
As friends, anything is fine.
But you are a weakling who relies on your father's status...
Who are you two here with?
Do I know you well?
"Brother, are you dissatisfied?"
Duan Weijun looked at Yan Feng with a smile.
Yan Feng snorted and laughed: "Just because you fart with your mouth, I have to obey you?"
"Then... pull someone out to practice?"
Duan Weijun slapped his head and said, "Oh, right, I know you didn't bring anyone with you to the headquarters. So, I'll provide the men and weapons. Just pick someone from my team, each with 2,000 soldiers, and go out of the district to compete."
He quickly added, "If you're worried I might do something, you can borrow people from other places. Given Commander Ning's current reputation in the headquarters, borrowing two thousand people shouldn't be difficult."
"Just practice, I..."
Yan Feng was about to agree when he saw Ning Fan raise his hand and block him.
In an instant, Yan closed his mouth.
"No."
Ning Fan looked at Duan Weijun with a smile.
Yan Feng was stunned.
Duan Weijun's reaction was also frozen for a moment.
But soon, he started laughing again.
"What's the matter? Commander Ning, are you afraid that your people will suffer? Don't worry, it's just a sparring match, nothing unexpected will happen."
Ning Fan smiled and shook his head again.
"No."
Duan Weijun tilted his head and looked at Ning Fan for a long time.
"Afraid of losing?"
These words made everyone present explode with anger.
Provoking Ning Fan would touch their very foundation.
However, Ning Fan raised his hand again and stopped everyone.
Then he looked at Duan Weijun and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm afraid of losing."
Duan Weijun's smile disappeared.
Ning Fan took a bite of vegetables and put it into his mouth: "Besides, we will definitely lose."
Duan Weijun was speechless for a long time.
He really didn't expect that Ning Fan would refuse so straightforwardly and admit so directly that he would lose!
Ning Fan, less than twenty years old, had just become a commander. This kind of person...
Shouldn't one be arrogant and look down on others?
It would be very difficult for any young person not to be arrogant with Ning Fan's achievements!
Duan Weijun's words really hit Ning Fan in the face.
Normally, I don’t care who you are. If you look down on me like this, I’m going to fucking deal with you first!
However, Ning Fan refused.
What surprised Duan Weijun even more was that he could not see any anger in Ning Fan's attitude.
"Just like what you said, Jun Ge, we have not led many troops and we really don't have any experience in this area. Compared to generals like you who have been in the army for many years, we are definitely not even a little bit behind."
Ning Fan smiled and said, "So, we won't compete with you on this."
Duan Weijun swallowed his saliva.
Ning Fan raised an eyebrow and said, "Just now, Jun-ge said that competing in this way is bullying us. So, what else do you want to compete in?"
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