Chapter 287: What's your strength?

Teng Qian raised a fist behind Yuan Lang, then silently raised his middle finger, then muttered doubtfully: "What exactly is this gesture?"

"Boss, we've hauled back all the salt crystals inside, but the traces there clearly show they've been dug up; what will we do if the Beastfolk of the Black Wolf Tribe discover that cave later?"

Yuan Lang didn't turn his head and said: "Cold salad."

Teng Qian: "..."

Sure, boss, you're really mischievous.

He seemed to think of something, then quietly crept beside Yuan Lang: "General, do you still want to go back?"

Yuan Lang's eyes suddenly deepened: "What do you mean?"

Teng Qian pursed his lips and said: "Although life here is peaceful, it's far worse than our previous life; I'm really not used to it, I wish we could go back."

Teng Kun that guy actually found a sturdy woman here; when I go back I'll definitely find an official's daughter to be my wife, then take several beautiful concubines, have many offspring, life will be complete.

After saying that, he seemed to really have lived that life, and actually laughed foolishly.

Suddenly, a foot flew from behind and kicked Teng Qian's butt; a coarse voice came, full of disdain: "Such a tall Beastfolk, walking like a little female, hum!"

After looking at him with contempt, he shouldered a salt crystal bundle bigger than Teng Qian's and left with a whooshing sound.

Watching that sturdy figure go away, Teng Qian gasped angrily: "What's wrong with me as a Beastman Warrior?"

He patted his strong chest and arms, then lifted his powerful thighs, jumped twice on the spot, and roared at that silhouette: "How could such a strong male like me possibly be like a little female? Your eyes are blinded by the salt crystal beast's fur."

"Ah~"

Yuan Lang weakly lifted the salt crystal beast in his hand, let out a weak "ah", you two idiots are arguing, don't drag me in, I don't shed fur.

Who knew that figure ahead completely ignored him, and walked away with several Beastman Warriors.

Teng Qian sneered: "What's with the showing off? Everyone's a master; don't give me a chance, or I'll knock him out with one punch."

Yuan Lang glanced at him: "Then you probably need to work hard."

Teng Qian was bewildered: "What do you mean, boss? You're boosting that guy's morale and crushing the prestige of your underlings."

Yuan Lang smiled at him: "It's not me crushing your prestige; she's now a Silver-rank three-stripe Beastfolk, what about you?"

Teng Qian stroked his chin, then after a moment said: "I... just advanced to Silver-rank, still only one stripe."

"So you think one punch can knock them out? More like you'll be sent up to rub against them."

Yuan Lang's tone was full of schadenfreude; Teng Qian, since coming to this world, has been very smug, even daring to challenge his authority as General.

He quietly touched the two silver stripes on his arm, his eyes deep.

Still the strength difference is too small; it seems after returning this time we still need to train hard, such strength...

Sometimes even rubbing against our own underlings takes more strength than we have.

Moreover, the winter crisis here is severe.

Beside him, Teng Qian watched that receding figure, and for some reason a strong competitive spirit rose in his heart.

"General, just watch; I will definitely surpass him."