Chapter 1250

(If I don't write about poaching people, don't write about female leads, and don't write about fan-fiction plots, then what am I supposed to write about?)

(Writing about training and actual combat is easy, the key is that the chiefs don't like to read it—it's too hard for me!)

The sound was not loud, but it was very grating.

It caused Deng Jiuguang to instantly knit his brows, his expression turning ugly.

Liu Xiaoshan was even worse, glaring at Zhang Chong with a face full of rage.

You bastard, you good-for-nothing,

everyone is marveling at the Chief's divine skill, what kind of trouble are you stirring up again, you dog?

"Zhang Chong, what the hell are you doing? Who is that disdain directed at?"

"Master, anyway~ it's not directed at you!"

Motherf***er, can you be any more blatant?

Directed at the Chief—what on earth is inside your head?

Alright, this bear child is completely beyond saving; I'm mentally exhausted!

The next second, Wuyun looked on with great confusion.

"Zhang Chong, what do you mean by that?"

"Could it be that the boomerang the Chief demonstrated isn't 'mysterious' enough?"

Facing the inquiry, Zhang Chong ignored the ugly expressions of his master and martial uncle.

Or perhaps it was that he was straightforward and blunt,

saying whatever came to mind, never hiding or holding anything back!

"Humph, what's the use of being mysterious?"

"It's just a coin, and it's not sharp enough."

"Added to the speed and force of the throw, how could it achieve the goal of killing invisibly?"

One has to admit, what he said did indeed have some logic.

A normal person's way of thinking could also imagine this.

However, there was one point that a normal person would absolutely never think of.

Lin Feng was cheating; his hidden weapon technique was a System skill, requiring almost no internal energy storage or exertion!

OK, Lin Feng couldn't be bothered to argue with a blockhead.

While casually shooting out the coin, he said: "Jiang Xiaoyu, I'm hungry, go cook."

The moment Lin Feng walked into the house,

a muffled thud of impact came from the wooden post where the matches were inserted.

Because Wuyun was standing close by, she was the first to see it clearly, and she was completely stunned.

She saw a coin embedded in the wooden post, with two-thirds of it buried inside.

My god, this was a log painted with oil paint.

Its hardness far exceeded any tissue of the human body (excluding bones).

In other words: if it hit a person, would they die?

"Wuyun, what's going on?"

"You guys come and see for yourselves, especially Zhang Chong!"

Jiang Xiaoyu racked his brains to prepare a sumptuous seafood feast.

His goal was to butter up the Chief and try to join the sect to learn martial arts and divine skills.

Unfortunately, there was no opportunity at the moment.

Because the seats to Lin Feng's left and right were firmly occupied by Ling Yun and Wuyun.

And they were frequently picking food for him, leaving others with no chance to interject.

"Chief, try the crab; Jiang Xiaoyu's cooking is very good."

"Chief, these scallops are also delicious, very fresh and plump."

"Alright, alright, stop picking food for me, I'll do it myself!"

It must be said that Wuyun was very eager, and the tone of flattery was obvious.

Everyone saw this, but no one had anything to say.

Because the coin from earlier was still stuck in the wooden post, not yet pulled out.

As for Zhang Chong?

His eyes began to dodge when looking at Lin Feng, as if a prey had encountered a hunter!

Eating, chatting,

as they talked, the conversation drifted to Jiang Xiaoyu.

If he had been hesitant before, he had now made up his mind.

Go to Langya, become a special forces soldier.

Strength achieves the future; only with struggle can there be a harvest.

You ask what reason made him make up his mind?

First, Lin Feng demonstrated 'non-existent' martial arts divine skills.

Second, Lin Feng had the two Clouds, two beauties, serving him.

Strength equals status in the world, being respected, and is a symbol of a formidable man.

Most importantly, he missed Mingzhu!

Standing up and holding his water cup, Jiang Xiaoyu was surprisingly serious and solemn.

"Chief, I was a jerk before, and also very selfish."

"Now that I've thought it through, is your promise still valid?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng put down his chopsticks and looked over, then also picked up his water cup.

"A soldier's word is his bond; the promise is absolutely valid."

"However, I state again: special forces training is arduous, and there is a chance of sacrifice in actual combat."

"You might not feel it now."

"If you join Langya, then it will be too late to regret it, understand?"

He understood, and he was also feeling timid now.

Life rarely offers many chances to gamble.

If one doesn't want to continue wasting time, one must strive and struggle.

Win, and you get the club and the models; lose, and you get the crematorium and the urn.

A real man should kill enemies, dominate the world, and gallop across the battlefield.

After drinking the water in his cup, Jiang Xiaoyu nodded solemnly.

"As long as my mother at home has no worries, then I'll give it my all!"

OK, the goal of this mission was successfully achieved!

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Sit down and eat, go back tomorrow to settle your family and private affairs."