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Rong Heting's hawk-like eyes also tightly closed the source of the sound, waiting to see the face of the approaching person.
Soon, two men in camouflage uniforms walked out from the bushes on the other side. One of them was still cautiously patrolling the area.
"Number 3, where do you think Young Master Rong can hide? We have searched the entire mountaintop but could not find Young Master Rong's shadow. Is it possible that Vice Commander Yu Qing's news was not allowed? "
The man's face was painted with oil paint. As he walked, he used the gun in his hand to pick up a branch that was slanted in front of him. He even asked his teammates who had a black scarf wrapped around their heads.
"Even if Commander Yu Qing's information is accurate, are you actually delusional enough to want to spar with Young Master Rong? Eleven, no one has ever been able to beat Young Master Rong.
The man with the No. 3 turban looked at the dumbstruck 11 beside him and told him the news without showing any mercy.
Colour Eleven didn't deny Number Three's words. He knew very well how powerful Rong Heting was, not to mention the fact that even Deputy General Yu Qing couldn't defeat the warlord.
But...
"Isn't there a little woman who came in with you this time? Deputy General Yu Qing has already said that anyone who can tear off the woman's clothes beside Young Master Rong will pass! "
Mu Qianqian, who was sprawled on the ground, suddenly tensed up because of what she had just heard. Her small hands firmly clamped on the ground, allowing the soil to stain her nails.
Damn Yu Qing! No wonder when she stood in front of the army with Rong Heting, the people below looked at her strangely, as if she was shining! So it turned out that Yu Qing had given such an abnormal order!
Rong Heting narrowed his eyes as he stared at his two men who stopped in front of him to check the environment.
Yu Qing, oh Yu Qing, he himself covets his woman but still doesn't find it satisfying. Furthermore, he is encouraging the men of the army to think about his woman.
The man with the No. 3 scarf looked at his stupid brother with contempt, "Do you think Young Master Rong can let you tear it off? This was the first time Young Master Rong had brought a woman to participate in a training exercise. According to Captain Huo Chen, Young Master Rong was very treasured by that little woman! "Do you believe that if you dare to rip off that woman's clothes, Young Master Rong will kick you out of the game?"
Rong Heting's mood eased a little upon hearing his subordinates' understanding of the situation. Luckily, not all of his subordinates were so ignorant, otherwise, it would be troublesome for him to deal with them!
Moreover, they were right on one point. Whoever dared to attack his little thing, he would definitely make them regret having such thoughts!
Colored Eleven seemed to seriously consider what the man with the no. 3 headscarf said, then unwillingly emphasized, "Actually, what Master Yu Qing said is not to tear off all that woman's clothes. As long as you tear off a piece of cloth, Young Master Rong wouldn't be so stingy as to not let you tear it, right? I'll just rip the cuffs!"
Mu Qianqian lowered her head to look at her sleeve, which had been missed, and retracted her small hand.
Yu Qing's order was really despicable. With so many people in the army, ripping off a piece of cloth for her was not enough!
First, the man pretended to give her a jacket. Not only did he put in the insect repellent powder, he even gave her such an order. Damn it!
The more Mu Qianqian thought about it, the angrier she became. She bit her lips tightly, wishing that there was a gun in her hand that could kill Yu Qing first.
Before he could finish his thoughts, Number Three beside him slapped him in the head.
"Don't even think about bullying that little girl, that girl is definitely not someone we can touch. Vice Commander Wu Tie is holding back and personally taking action!" "Let's just be honest and wait for the end. Maybe Young Master Rong will break the rules and recruit you."
The two men sat on the ground with guns in their hands, their bodies slightly relaxed.
"Only the two of us are left in our team without being kicked out. If we can successfully enter the next round, we will also become enemies."
"Number 3, don't worry, I won't shoot you! We are not enemies! "
"Wrong!" Eleven, this kind of thinking is the worst! We were sent here by Young Master Rong after many layers of screening, not to show mercy to our opponents! As long as we enter the next round, we will be enemies! "
Mu Qianqian's heart became heavy when the two men changed the topic. Her anger towards Yu Qing disappeared quite a bit, but she was still conflicted about the current situation of having her comrades become enemies.
She suddenly felt that the system set up by the man beside her was too perverted. Why did she let people she knew kill each other?
Mu Qianqian looked at the two men who were staring at her two subordinates with dissatisfaction. She noticed that Rong Heting seemed to be very impressed with that number three. Furthermore, she felt that she understood Rong Heting's next thought.
He wanted to stop Rong Heting's actions, but before Mu Qianqian's fingers could grab the corner of the man's clothes, the man beside her had already jumped out.
"Who?"
Mu Qianqian's movements were quite loud, causing the two men to look over at the same time. Luckily, Rong Heting had covered her presence with his actions, so she immediately lowered her body and hid herself.
The dagger in Rong Heting's hand was dyed with oil. Before Eleven could stand up, the blade already sliced through his neck.
Before he could recover, Rong Heting threw Eleven out of his hand and blocked the bullet from No. 3 chamber.
Rong Heting instantly appeared behind Number Three. One of his hands was on the trigger of Number Three, and the force of his feet didn't diminish at all as he kicked towards the bend of Number Three's knee, forcing him to kneel on one knee, while the tip of the dagger in his hand was already pressed between the man's eyebrows.
Seeing that Number Eleven and Number 3 had stopped, Rong Heting stood behind Number 3 and stared at Colour Eleven, "You're out." Before the gun aimed at Rong Heting could fire, the infuriated Eleven was already out of the way.
He slowly touched his neck with his palm and stretched out his fingers in front of his eyes. He realized that there was a red mark where Rong Heting's dagger had cut him, but the sharp blade did not cut him at all.
After throwing away the gun in his hand, rage and shame instantly welled up in his heart. He couldn't do anything in Young Master Rong's hands and was dealt with by him. It was too shameful!
Looking at Number 3 whose forehead was pressed by the tip of the knife, Eleven was really shocked by Rong Heting's lightning-like speed. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a strange sound coming from the bushes.
Mu Qianqian was even more excited than Eleven. After following Rong Heting for so long, it was the first time seeing him do it. The last time she was kidnapped, she only witnessed Rong Heting's marksmanship.
Rong Heting looked at the little woman who kept twisting and twisting in an attempt to climb out of the pit. He sighed helplessly and had no choice but to compromise.
"Come out."