Li Gangtie didn't stop what he saw. Instead, he said to the group of grown men, "Now you know how badly your physical fitness has declined, right?"
Everyone looked embarrassed and didn't dare to say a word.
Li Gangtie continued his tirade: "You guys are afraid of sunlight, afraid of impetigo, I can understand that. But can't you take some time in the evening to come over and run a couple of laps?"
I've been on leave for two months, and I've been here every night to keep watch, but not one of you has shown this kind of self-awareness.
But did you know that those veteran guards come here to train every day? Some of them aren't even afraid of the sun; even though they're bundled up in the sun during the day, they still go for a run.
You're all newcomers to this field, and your abilities in all aspects are inferior to others. If you don't work hard now, won't you be left far behind?
Although early morning training is voluntary and not included in the assessment, you all come to participate because you know that in this world, only the strong survive.
Don't think I'm bluffing; we'll see!
Although Li Gangtie didn't say it outright, who among those present was a fool?
They all knew that only those who are strong in every aspect can stand up to a crisis.
Therefore, everyone who was truly concerned felt ashamed of their laziness. They also stopped complaining that Li Gangtie spoke harshly and didn't give them any face.
"Alright, I'm not saying this to embarrass you, but I hope you can remember that those who are more talented than you work even harder. In this world, only the fittest survive. And in the struggle for survival, there will inevitably be losses."
This loss, needless to say, refers to death.
Seeing everyone remain silent, Li Gangtie continued, "Warm up your hands and feet, let me see how much of your fighting skills you still have left."
As soon as she finished speaking, Bi Qiaoan saw a group of tall men shaking their arms and legs as if they had epilepsy.
She wanted to laugh, but the occasion and atmosphere were wrong, so she could only try her best to hold it in.
Because she was the only girl present, she couldn't be out of place, but she also couldn't be too outgoing, so Bi Qiaoan massaged her limbs and rubbed her knees.
Li Gangtie saw it, but didn't say anything.
However, it was still somewhat of a headache, since the training for women was different from that for men.
He wondered if he should report this to his superiors and see if any family members of the guard team wanted to get involved.
If there are many people, we might be able to assign them a dedicated instructor.
It's better than him having to manage two types of students all by himself, not to mention he's not very professional enough, right?
Of course, these are all things for later, and it's not appropriate to think about them now.
Li Gangtie pulled himself back to reality and had the men present spar in their previous groups to see how they were doing now.
Bi Qiaoan couldn't get involved, so she just watched the fun from the sidelines.
Although I couldn't understand it, it was dazzling and quite lively.
Looking into her bright, sparkling eyes, Li Gangtie whispered, "What, you like it?"
Bi Qiaoan nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Who doesn't admire the strong?"
Li Gangtie laughed and said, "What you said makes sense. But just admiring someone isn't enough. It's best to become strong yourself and then be admired by others."
"I know, otherwise I wouldn't be here." Bi Qiaoan smiled and pointed with her chin at the handsome young man who had just won: "Captain Li, if you went up there, how many of those guys could you take on?"
Li Gangtie glanced at it, then held out a hand.
Five?
"Fifty!"
Bi Qiaoan stared wide-eyed in disbelief, shocked by the number.
But Li Gangtie whispered in her ear, "Don't be fooled by their fancy moves; they're all just for show. They don't have much real strength and are not capable of killing or subduing an enemy."
Those of us who have trained for many years, every punch we throw is delivered with full force. If we don't hold back, a single punch can seriously injure you.
That's the difference between having strength and not having strength.
Bi Qiaoan admired him even more after hearing this, and she was almost about to grab Li Gangtie's arm to ask him questions that interested her.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shen Yanming noticed that someone had punched him on the shoulder while he was distracted.
He only came to his senses after feeling the pain.
Then, as quickly as possible, take the opponent down, place your right knee on their spine, grab their right arm with your left hand, and lock their throat with your right arm.
It looked incredibly fierce, but it didn't use much force.
Bi Qiaoan was so engrossed in whispering to Li Gangtie that she didn't notice what was happening over there.
Li Gangtie had already discovered this, but instead of stopping Bi Qiaoan's actions, he cooperated with them, just to test Shen Yanming's reaction.
I'll give him a warning as well.
Make him remember that he must not be distracted when fighting in the future.
Also, don't reveal your weaknesses too easily, otherwise you'll be too easily controlled by others.
Perhaps it was because Shen Yanming's gaze was too intense that Bi Qiaoan sensed it.
Looking up, she saw her husband staring intently at her. The way he effortlessly subdued the "enemy" was absolutely stunning!
Bi Qiaoan didn't dare to shout loudly, but she still waved her hand excitedly, as if she were cheering.
Seeing that his wife's attention had finally shifted to him, Shen Yanming got excited and accidentally popped the pustules on his opponent's face.
For a moment, both of them felt a little awkward.
Shen Yanming quickly released Jian Zenghui and stood up: "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought just now. Are you alright?"
Jian Zenghui glanced in the direction where Shen Yanming had been looking, then smiled and said, "Your wife is quite nice. I'm very envious."
Shen Yanming felt that there was something strange about what he said, but Jian Zenghui's eyes were crystal clear.
"Don't get me wrong, I just envy your relationship. It's so pure and so deep!"
Shen Yanming smiled and humbly accepted the offer.
However, she still said, "Do you need to get those pustules on your face treated?"
Jian Zenghui touched it with his finger, and sure enough, he felt a sticky, gooey sensation.
He just rubbed it on his clothes and said, "It's okay, I applied an inhibitor before I came, so it won't infect other skin areas. But you, where did you get it? You might have caught it from me, right?"
Shen Yanming raised his right arm. "It just rubbed against the cuff, not touching the skin. But you should still come over here and get it treated."
Then, pointing to the other person's hand, he said, "Leaving aside whether the boil is contagious, you should disinfect the hand that was just brushed against by your finger."
Jian Zenghui was taken aback, only then noticing that his hands were covered in black ash.
“When you fight on the ground, you’re bound to get muddy. Come on, I happen to have some alcohol and cotton swabs in my bag.” Shen Yanming said, pulling Jian Zenghui toward the edge of the playground.
Bi Qiaoan and Li Gangtie thought someone was injured, so they quickly followed.
It turned out that, well, it was just a ruptured abscess.
Li Gangtie was a little annoyed: "It's just a disfigurement, why make such a big deal out of it?"
After hearing the whole story, Bi Qiaoan apologized to Jian Zenghui before saying to Li Gangtie, "Looks are very important; they represent other people's first impression of you."
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