"Damn it, how come there are so many mosquitoes in this godforsaken place? I haven't even gotten my footing yet, and I'm already covered in bites." The burly man rambled on and on, cursing.
"You're so delicate! You don't have to come; no one's forcing you." Another person curled their lip.
"I would like to, but I have to obey my master's orders."
In other words, they were forced to come, not voluntarily.
"Since you can't make the decision, what are you talking about? If you're so capable, don't listen to your master."
"Hehe, look at yourself before you criticize others. Weren't you also forced to come here by your master? Don't be so self-righteous and call others monkeys."
"Well, at least I won't complain. I'll just accept it, follow orders, and do my best to complete everything assigned to me."
"A righteous exterior hides a hypocritical villain." The burly man scoffed, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm.
"Dog Three, do you want a beating?"
"You act like you can beat me. Even if I let you train for another three years, you still wouldn't be my match."
"Damn it, come on, let's have a go at this!" another guy said, getting excited.
You can say I'm ugly, that I'm unattractive, or anything else you want, but if you say I can't beat you, you'll have to try and see.
We've all studied for over a decade, so why am I worse than you? Why can't I beat you?
Most martial arts practitioners are inherently brave and aggressive, so this statement was like a fuse that would ignite an explosion.
"That's exactly what I meant!" the burly man said firmly. "If you lose, be a man and don't cry and complain."
"I hope you feel the same way. A talkative dog will bring misfortune to the women in his family, and his ancestors will jump out of their graves and be exposed to the sun."
Holy crap, this guy has a really sharp tongue.
A fight can even involve one's ancestors.
Who gave birth to such an unworthy descendant? Whose eldest son is he?
Playing around is fine, but you can't joke about your ancestors; that's extremely disrespectful.
Just wondering, what would it sound like if this got back to my dad?
Will they hang from the roof beam, whipped hard with thin willow branches for three days and three nights, crying and screaming for their parents?
Li Changfeng was awakened by the noise outside. He got up, yawned, stretched, and his joints cracked all over.
I feel refreshed all over.
"I just woke up and there's already a good show to watch, and it doesn't even cost any money. How interesting." Li Changfeng muttered to himself, then got up and went out.
"Mr. Li, you're awake?" The woman from the Heavenly Soldiers organization greeted him politely from outside the door.
Li Changfeng was stunned, unable to process what was happening.
Why are you being so polite all of a sudden? You were pretty arrogant yesterday!
Her face was ashen, worse than if someone owed her money.
I woke up with a smile on my face.
Nothing more!
She was afraid that Li Changfeng would complain about her behind her back.
They know better than anyone how ruthless their superiors can be to their own people; it's more heartbreaking than singing a love song with tears in your eyes.
Li Changfeng was not a petty person.
There was no friction or conflict, so there was no need to do that.
"They're about to make a move, and you're not going to do anything about it?" Li Changfeng pointed to a spot not far away.
“They are under the jurisdiction of others, which is not within my purview. My only task is to guard outside this tent and prevent anyone from disturbing Mr. Li,” the woman said, straightening her graceful figure.
"Want one?" Li Changfeng offered him a cigarette.
"I won't."
"Can't you, or are you just too scared?"
“Mr. Li, smoking in this jungle can easily cause a fire. We have rules, and we absolutely cannot violate them.”
"Snap!" Li Changfeng lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.
The smoke passes through the lungs, and is slowly exhaled, bringing a unique sense of relief.
Non-smokers will never understand this feeling.
Of course, not smoking is good for physical and mental health. If you can avoid smoking, then do so, and those who are not addicted should quit as soon as possible.
The two people nearby started fighting, and there were many onlookers around, mostly ancient martial arts masters invited by the Heavenly Army.
Their clothes were chaotic and bizarre, like something out of a TV drama.
The collision of ancient and modern creates a certain visual impact.
The group that was invited consisted of about twenty people, including monks, Taoist priests, people in ancient robes, and people in sportswear.
For example, Li Changfeng embodies a relaxed and casual style.
He likes this style of dressing; in a word: comfortable!
"Why are you fighting? Stop it!" Fourth Senior Sister strode over and immediately stopped their private fight.
What kind of time is this? We're about to take action at any moment, and they're fighting amongst themselves.
This group of people is completely disorganized and undisciplined; it's hard to say whether it was right or wrong to ask them for help.
The fourth senior sister's shouts did not stop the two from fighting; instead, the fight became even more intense.
Their actions became increasingly ruthless.
The fourth senior sister was furious and, burning with rage, leaped into the fray.
"Snap!"
"ah!"
"Bang!"
The two were immediately separated; one's arm was broken, white bone piercing through the flesh, revealing the stark white bones.
The other person coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely from the pain.
If they don't make a move, all is well; but if they do, they will surely injure someone.
That's just the fourth brother's style.
Everyone says she's ruthless and has a bad temper, and that's the proof.
She, a young woman, led a group of proud and arrogant young people, each of whom was a highly skilled martial artist and an elite among elites. How could she survive without being ruthless?
So delicate and weak, so soft and cuddly, wouldn't she be bullied to death?
Let alone management, nobody would be convinced.
Therefore, after she took over the Heavenly Soldiers, she was always ruthless and vicious.
"Hmph, this is what happens when you don't listen to advice." Fourth Senior Sister's eyes flashed with cold light as she looked at everyone.
She had to make an example of someone to intimidate others and set a bad example.
Otherwise, these unemployed individuals would be even more difficult to manage.
"Lin Qingyan, you're so vicious! We came here to give you face, and we should have treated you with courtesy, but we never expected you to use such a cruel method." The man with the broken hand angrily denounced.
"Is it heavy? If my people dared to do that, they'd be bedridden for at least six months." Fourth Senior Sister stood her ground, speaking with conviction.
The problem is we're not on your side.
"So you can still talk to me like that?" Fourth Senior Sister exuded domineering aura, her fists clenched tightly. "What are you all here for? To fight your own people?"
"Or did you come here just to have fun? And then you acted on a whim because of a single sentence?"
"If that's the case, then I, Lin Qingyan, don't need it."
"We don't need heavenly soldiers either!"
"With the operation imminent, every member of the Heavenly Army is on high alert, ready to strike at any moment."
"We dare not slack off in the slightest, but what about you two?"
"What are you doing!" Fourth Senior Sister demanded.
"Don't tell me this is your master's idea?"
"If that's the case, I wouldn't mind sending someone from higher up to talk to your master."
"What kind of disciples are these? What kind of instructions did they give? Could they be in league with the enemy? Secretly colluding and deliberately causing trouble? Are they traitors?"
This hat is undeniably large.
No one can bear the label of "traitor."
Not to mention the two of them, even their master would be terrified.
This is Chinese territory; you can't fight city hall. No matter how powerful you are, you can't be more powerful than the nation's war machine.
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