Only after he repeatedly assured the instructor that he would not repeat the mistake did the instructor let him go back. Before leaving, the instructor patted him on the shoulder, which was quite meaningful.
Perhaps the instructor was also worried that something might have happened to him and he would never recover.
No, absolutely not. He has to pay the price for the show he put on.
I must train even harder until one day I can protect Fang Hua from behind.
Fang Rong sorted out her complicated feelings from the day and reflected on them with deep regret.
Actually, the Great Sage didn't say anything. If he had just held back, nothing would have happened. Why did he have to act impulsively?
In the end, it made everyone feel awkward, and he was reminded of sad things, which made him feel depressed and unable to recover for a long time.
If you regret something after you've done it, it means you've matured compared to what you did then. If you're stubbornly unrepentant, it means you're still stuck in the mindset you had back then.
He suddenly remembered a sentence that was both profound and true. Yes, he regretted it because he had thought of a better solution.
Do nothing and wait for him to come to you and slap you in the face, a good slap.
Anyone can play dumb to outsmart someone, but few have the patience to lay a long line and reel in a big fish. Fang Rong missed her chance.
The Great Sage already knew he couldn't defeat him, so if he were to resort to underhanded tactics in the future, he would definitely do so secretly.
I heard that he also has a comrade-in-arms who is a human with superpowers. Just like Fang Hua and Fang Rong, they have formed an alliance and help each other.
Speaking of this, Fang Rong suddenly remembered that the two of them were not in the same team now. What if Fang Hua was reassigned a new comrade-in-arms?
Given Fang Hua's personality, he would never choose another woman, and he was set on Fang Rong.
Fang Rong guessed correctly; the instructor did indeed assign Fang Hua a new partner, but Fang Hua refused.
That person was also from the East District, on the same team as Fang Hua. He also liked Fang Hua very much, and unfortunately witnessed what happened today.
The other party harbored great resentment and wished he could personally go up and kill him.
However, in terms of strength, Fang Rong was still superior to him, so he didn't make a move.
However, his family was powerful and influential, a warlord family. It has to be said that this area is a paradise for the military, full of warlord families who have lived here for generations. Three generations of his ancestors were soldiers; a brick thrown down could kill two of them.
There are too many to count.
Fang Rong changed out of his military uniform and left, carrying a bag on his back. He took his change of clothes back to wash. When he got to the door, he remembered that he had a spatial storage space. Why didn't he just put the clothes in his space? Why did he have to carry a bag out in the first place?
Sometimes this memory is really infuriating; I can't think of things when I should, and I think of things when I shouldn't.
Fang Rong turned a corner and put the backpack into his spatial storage. He was always low-key and didn't like people knowing that he had treasures.
He was just about to leave when someone suddenly covered his mouth from behind with a towel. Fang Rong struggled for a moment. What the hell was wrong with Fang Hua? He was really angry that Fang Hua had done this once, twice, and three times.
"Waaah~" The towel was wrapped tightly around his mouth and nose, clearly intended to suffocate him, not Fang Hua.
Fang Hua absolutely couldn't bear to do that.
Who is it?
Fang Rong was taken aback. When had he offended someone that they wanted to kill him?
The Great Sage? Or is he the male who liked Fang Hua but was rejected by her?
He slammed backward, hitting a wall behind him with a sharp, painful thud. The man curled up, but kept covering his mouth and nose tightly.
Suddenly, two more people appeared around him and started hitting him in the stomach.
The abdomen is the most vulnerable part of a person's body. When Fang Rong was hit, her whole body curled up into a ball.
He was hit a few more times, all aimed at his vulnerable spots: his abdomen, chest, and knees. He also took a punch to the face.
He almost suffocated to death, but those people still wouldn't let him go; they dragged him by the hair and covered his mouth and nose.
There's definitely something wrong with this towel.
Fang Rong was afraid that something was inside, so she didn't dare to breathe. But she couldn't hold it in any longer, and her body instinctively took a breath. Immediately, a fragrance wafted over, and her body went limp, her hands and feet hanging down weakly.
Those people weren't satisfied, so they held him for a while longer, until he was almost suffocating, before finally letting him go.
Fang Rong gasped for breath and collapsed limply. He realized that his superpowers were useless in an instant, and he couldn't even put on his mecha.
Those people were all dressed in black, with black stockings covering their heads, making it impossible to see their real faces.
One of them came over, rudely threw him to the ground, and started to tear off his clothes.
A camera was set up nearby, filming his genitals – a typical melodramatic scene of dealing with a mistress.
When did I become a mistress?
Fang Rong couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried, but she was certain it was because of a love triangle. Love makes people blind, and love and hate are only a thought apart.
He tried to curl up, but his limbs were completely powerless. He couldn't fight off several people at the beginning, and now that he was so weak, it was even more unbearable.
Fang Rong carefully pressed the buttons on the quantum computer, hoping to save himself through it, but even his small action was not detected.
When those people saw him, they stomped on his wrists, so hard that it felt like his bones were being crushed.
Fang Rong broke out in a cold sweat, but remained silent.
Let him, a grown man, have a few photos taken of him; it's no big deal for him.
His clothes were torn and ripped off by several people. Someone held down his hands and feet and took a close-up shot of his face. Next, his chest and abdomen were also targeted. Finally, they even pried open his legs and tried to slap his buttocks.
Fang Rong was furious. She could film anything, except his buttocks.
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