Chapter 346: Army Platoon Leader, hurry up and put away your supernatural powers!

Armed Police Third Detachment, guard squad dormitory.

Two young soldiers who were still asleep were suddenly shaken awake.

They thought it was shift change time, but the one who actually came was Deputy Political Commissioner Xu.

"Deputy Political Commissioner?"

"Shh......"

Deputy Political Commissioner Xu made a gesture, telling them to come out for a moment and not wake anyone else.

The two didn't understand why, but they still quickly put on their clothes, rubbed their eyes, and followed him out to the hallway.

"Hungry or not?"

"Huh?"

The two soldiers were stunned; they never expected that at past 4 a. m., the deputy political commissioner would summon them and ask such a question.

One nodded, the other shook his head, but they quickly unified their answer and both shook their heads.

Deputy Political Commissioner Xu nodded: "Good, later I'll give you a task; after it's done, I'll treat you to a good meal—meat, vegetables, and beer."

"Really?"

"Shh shh shh, don't let anyone else hear."

The two soldiers hastily covered their mouths, unable to hide their delight in their eyes.

They thought it must be because they usually perform well, so they deserve such treatment.

Delighted, the two tiptoed behind Deputy Political Commissioner Xu toward the cafeteria, and from afar they could already smell the spicy hot pot wafting out.

The two were drooling nonstop, their mouths watering like a flood.

But when they entered the cafeteria, they found a young man sitting there eating hot pot.

On the table, besides the bubbling red-oil hot pot and beef and lamb rolls, there were various refined side dishes and drinks.

This made them somewhat suspicious of the other's identity, while also curious about the supposed task—could it just be to keep him company while eating hot pot?

If so, would that count as an unspoken workplace rule?

The two were daydreaming: hehe, I really hope I can be 'sneaked' on every day!

"Detachment Commander, do you have sugar garlic?"

"No."

"How about sesame sauce?"

"Also none."

"Then surely there must be garlic chili sauce?"

"Damn, you're eating hot pot—why so many demands?"

Facing the fiery Detachment Commander Zou Bin, Lu Yang set down his chopsticks with a stern expression.

"Detachment Commander comrade, it's not me picking on you—this hot pot lacks sugar garlic, sesame sauce, and garlic chili sauce; it's like the West also lacking Jerusalem."

"This hot pot looks simple, but eating it has its nuances; without these condiments, the beef chewed in the mouth feels like bean dregs."

"I hope you can actively improve next time, but to be fair, your stir-fries and cold dishes are pretty good—better than ours by a bit."

Lu Yang pinched two fingers, making a 'a bit' gesture.

Coincidentally, through the gap between those two fingers, he saw the two people Deputy Political Commissioner Xu had brought.

"Is it those two?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's begin."

"Begin what?"

The two had blank faces, completely unable to grasp what was going on.

At that moment, Deputy Political Commissioner Xu grabbed a few wooden tubes and some bricks, jogging over.

"This is the situation: this army comrade came all the way from far away just to witness our armed police's hard qigong."

"You two take off your shirts, just show a couple of moves here; don't lose face, and after it's over you'll get a big meal."

The two soldiers widened their eyes, their mouths open wide enough to hold two light bulbs.

In the middle of the night before dawn, they were dragged out of their beds.

They thought there was some important mission, but it turned out to be just this fresh-faced army kid performing hard qigong?

"Playing around?"

"Making trouble?"

"Detachment Commander?"

Lu Yang saw the two standing there unmoving, so he turned his head to look at Detachment Commander Zou Bin.

Zou Bin's eyelids twitched, but to get this kid to willingly help and so everyone could have new clothes, he could only wave at those two.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

"Yes."

The two guard squad soldiers quickly took off their shirts, revealing extremely solid muscles.

Lu Yang could tell at a glance that these two were definitely experts.

As the saying goes, train the breath inside, train the shin skin outside.

These two have definitely reached the state of mastery from outside to inside.

"Come on."

"Yeah."

"Ha!"

One turned, the other lifted a wooden club and slammed it hard at that person's back.

The thick wooden club snapped on impact, but that person's back was as solid as rock, leaving not a single mark.

Next, the two took turns striking each other's backs, chests, arms, thighs, and even heads with force.

The clubs and bricks lay shattered all over the ground, yet the two were unharmed, as if nothing had happened.

Good, good!

Lu Yang clapped vigorously while holding chopsticks in his mouth.

He had heard before that the armed police's hard qigong was extraordinary.

So he proactively expressed his desire to witness and learn it, and today it indeed lived up to its reputation.

Zou Bin and Deputy Political Commissioner Xu saw his expression, but inside they couldn't help mocking: making a fuss over nothing, never seen the world, a country bumpkin!

You've eaten, you've drunk, you've watched the hard qigong—are you satisfied now?

Could you have them perform a Golden Spear Throat Lock?

Damn, are you never going to stop?

No, I heard before coming that the armed police's hard qigong at most breaks bricks and smashes wood, and that the Golden Spear Throat Lock is just a fraudulent martial-arts trick, so I wanted to verify it.

Damn those martial-arts tricks—if you can't do it, you think we're just bluffing?

Zou Bin's temper flared, and he went outside and fetched several steel rebars.

Then he led the two guards from before, lined them up, and performed the Golden Spear Throat Lock.

This move cannot be practiced without achieving mastery in hard qigong; although it was banned years ago, some units still practice it in secret.

Watch closely—this is genuine internal martial arts, the true hard qigong of the armed police!

The three widened their eyes, pressed their throats against the ends of the steel rebars, tensed their bodies, and thrust forward with force.

Seeing this, Lu Yang's heart pounded; the originally straight steel rebar visibly bent before his eyes.

After completing this perilous, stimulating maneuver, Zou Bin's neck bore only a red mark, without even breaking the skin.

He then picked up the steel rebar from the ground and, like twisting a dough braid, forcibly wound several turns around his neck.

Lu Yang stared, his eyes nearly popping out, wearing an utterly astonished expression.

At that moment, he finally grasped the true meaning of the armed police's flesh becoming saintly and their steel-like bones.

Kid, how about it—are you convinced?

That's awesome, holy shit!

Hmph, we know plenty more—don't think having many weapons makes you impressive; the human body is the ultimate arsenal!

Then what else can you do?

Have you seen hand-splitting steel nails?

No.

Have you seen smashing blue stone slabs with the head?

No either.

How about tearing a stainless steel basin with your hands—surely you've seen that?

Nope!

Lu Yang shook his head like a rattle drum and then suggested letting this country bumpkin witness it too.

Zou Bin was about to agree when Deputy Political Commissioner Xu swiftly stopped him, fearing he might inadvertently be led astray.

Lu Yang, we can show you these later; first help us get things done, and once it's settled, there'll be no problem.

I know, I know—when I get back I'll take care of it; it's just shoes and clothes, with this face I'll definitely get them for you.

All right, all right, then we'll send you back now.

But I don't want to go back yet.

If you don't go back, what do you want to do?

I want to learn hard qigong.

Hard, hard...

Deputy Political Commissioner Xu hesitated for a while, simply not knowing what to say.

Zou Bin also came to his senses, realizing the kid had almost dragged him away earlier, and quickly urged that this was something he couldn't learn.

Lu Yang simply refused to believe it; as a systematic person, how could there be something he couldn't learn?

It doesn't exist, absolutely not!

How do we do it?

You ask me, I ask who?

Zou Bin and the two turned their backs to Lu Yang and whispered among themselves.

Otherwise, let him casually train with the Fourth Company; our training load will surely be too much for his small frame, so he'll likely give up when it gets tough?

That's said lightly, but what if he doesn't retreat despite the difficulty? What if he twists, gets injured, or even just bumps into something? He's a first-class merit hero of the Army—do you know what those words are worth?

Then what do you suggest we do?

It was you who suggested bringing this kid here tied up!

You said you knew people from the Special Third Regiment, that tying him up to scare him would get things done, but now he's clinging on and refusing to leave—are you blaming me?

Deputy Political Commissioner Xu rubbed his forehead, really having a headache: 'Otherwise, tie him up, take him back to the hospital when no one's looking.'

'Send him back?' Zou Bin looked at Lu Yang, who was eagerly feeling the muscles of those two like admiring artwork, and said: 'You really think we can send him back? Inviting a deity is easy, sending him away is hard—now we're stuck with him!'

'Then what should we do?'

'Well, let's just leave it as is for now; maybe once his excitement fades he'll be willing to go back.'

'Damn it, it's all your fault—you showed off the Golden Spear Throat Lock, giving you the ability, making you damn impressive!'

Damn, I'm just trying to prove our internal martial art!

Ah, my mom, your training load is way too much; I need to slow down.

How about it, can't handle it, huh? With that skinny frame you still want to learn hard Qi Gong? Don't be fooled by your Iron Foot's impressive name; when placed against our Armed Police Mobile, it's nothing—any special forces company could tear you to pieces!

Could you find two people to knead my feet, rub my shoulders, stretch me a bit? I'm sore all over from training.

You damn think this is a foot‑spa?

But I'm a convalescent.

Your mother…

Still a first‑class merit convalescent.

Your mother really raised a good son!

Still a first‑class merit convalescent who can get you new shoes and new clothes.

Please convey my regards to your mother; she truly raised a naturally clever, helpful son!

Lu Yang plopped onto the sofa, sipping cola, enjoying the foot massage from the two guard squad soldiers earlier.

The pressure was on par with the old method from the "Veteran Massage Shop", both painful and thrilling, kneading him in a way he couldn't get enough of.

Until Zhou Kaidong and Guo Yongwen, in a hurry, kicked the door open; the Regiment Commander, the Company Commander and others appeared at the doorway with anxious faces, and Lu Yang still hadn't figured out what had happened.

Regiment Commander, hello! Political Commissar, hello!

Lu Yang quickly rose to his feet, barefoot, saluting the newcomers: "Do you want to give it a try? Their skill is surprisingly good, and it's free."

Pfft!

The three words "no charge" pierced the two soldiers' chests like a pair of daggers.

Wang Zhongxi watched the two young soldiers covering their faces and weeping, and also Yi Mao San who hated not being able to find a hole to crawl into; his thoughts were extremely tangled.

In the end, Tan Yuanzhou couldn't help but ask, "Lu Yang, you—are you okay?"

Lu Yang nodded vigorously: "Report, commander, I'm fine. I've felt a home‑like warmth here; please approve my staying a few more days!"

A group of old soldiers shook their heads wildly: "No, no, no, no, don't, don't, don't!"

Eh, what's happening with them?

They said, "Don't, don't go, don't go; they want me to stay."

Fuck your mother's fart, find an orange and shut his mouth! Old Tan, after all these years of friendship, I'm begging you!

Deputy Political Commissioner Xu grabbed Tan Yuanzhou's hand and wouldn't let go: "I don't want anything else, this kid is too damn torturous, I beg you to take him away quickly, the farther the better; I never want to see him again in this life!"