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As soon as Yang Fei heard that, rage instantly surged up from his chest.

Because of that little vixen Moran, he'd accidentally gotten screwed into becoming a damn fatso.

All the way here he'd been mocked and ridiculed, holding back a stomach full of anger.

And when he arrived at the First Brigade Training Camp, he got punished by that little vixen Laura with two thousand push-ups for no damn reason.

Right now Yang Fei's guts were full of fire, like a volcano about to erupt.

And now this bunch of people rushed over and started laughing at him for no reason again.

Fuck, are they trying to force this fatty to die or what?

Yang Fei lifted his head, beard bristling and eyes bulging, cursing as he glared.

"What's wrong with being fat? Did this fatty eat your family's rice? Or fuck your little sister?"

Yang Fei's voice was extrely loud; pissed off like this, he didn't give a damn about anything.

That stream of national-level curses ca out of his mouth and everyone around was instantly dumbfounded.

The other trainees heard what this fatty said and all sucked in a sharp breath.

That mouth is vicious!

That group of trainees imdiately blew their tops.

This damn fatso being ugly was bad enough, but when he cursed he had zero filter; it was downright unbearable to listen to.

A burly guy with a stern square face charged up to Yang Fei, jabbing a finger at him furiously.

"Fatty, if you've got the guts, repeat what you just said."

Yang Fei actually got amused by his own anger.

The heavy threat in this guy's tone made Yang Fei extrely annoyed.

"The fuck is wrong with you, you masochist? Got cursed out and you're begging for an encore?"

"This Fatty Master's golden mouth and jade words aren't sothing that opens lightly, you know?"

"You think cussing people out doesn't take effort? How about you pay and I'll curse you, you damn pain freak, to death!"

Yang Fei was the kind who got high once there was a crowd, would stir up a thousand-layer wave even with no wind.

Seeing this guy co poking at his bad mood, his mouth got even more unrestrained.

The guy's face twisted with rage.

He hadn't expected this damn fatso not only to ignore his threats, but to spit out even nastier insults.

What the hell did he an by pain freak?

Unable to swallow it, Square Face suddenly lashed out, slapping a big hand toward Yang Fei's chubby face.

He had no idea he was walking right into Yang Fei's trap.

Yang Fei let out a low chuckle, grabbed the guy's left wrist in one swoop, and yanked forward.

The guy's body pitched forward, and Yang Fei stepped into a horse stance, driving his shoulder hard into the man's left chest.

The guy was like he'd been ramd by a wild bull; his body flew straight backward.

His two buddies saw him crashing toward them and reached out together, trying to catch Square Face.

But the force of Yang Fei's shoulder slam was way too heavy and fierce.

The two buddies not only failed to catch him, they got knocked over by him instead.

All three of them rolled on the ground, like donkeys tumbling in the mud, utterly pathetic.

From when Square Face took a swing to when Yang Fei sent three trainees flying—

The whole thing took less than three seconds; it happened so fast no one reacted in ti.

A few seconds later, everyone finally ca back to their senses.

The trainees of the First Brigade Training Camp erupted into deafening cheers.

"Fatty, nicely done!"

"Not bad, I'm finding this fatty more and more pleasing to the eye."

...

A handso-looking man strode out of the crowd.

He went over and helped Square Face and the other two trainees up.

The guy's face was dark; without even looking at Yang Fei, he raised his voice and shouted into the distance.

"Laura, is this how you train your trainees?"

Laura had been standing in the distance, watching everything calmly, without stepping in to stop Yang Fei.

She walked down from the command platform, ca right up to the handso man, and stared at him coldly.

"Guo Jing is my trainee. How he is is none of your business."

"But I'd like to ask you this: barging into my First Brigade Training Camp without permission—what exactly do you people want?"

Seeing Laura shielding her own, the handso man's chest heaved with anger.

He shot Yang Fei a vicious look, then turned to stare at Laura.

"My na is Smith. I'm here on behalf of Instructor Kakashi to deliver a challenge."

"He wants you to accept our challenge."

"Otherwise, you people can hand over this special military supply quota."

Laura looked at the handso man coolly, mockery filling her eyes.

"Is this Instructor Kakashi's idea, or yours?"

The handso man grinned, swept his gaze around the area, his eyes full of contempt.

"It's Instructor Kakashi's idea, and of course it's what all of us want too."

"The First Brigade Training Camp is full of trash trainees."

"Yet this special military supply quota landed on you. We in the Second Brigade and Third Brigade aren't buying it."

Laura's beautiful eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint appearing.

"Who said the brothers of our First Brigade Training Camp are trash?"

"This special military supply batch was specially allocated to us by the Academy leadership."

"That's because the Blue Danube Team was assigned to our First Brigade."

"These special supplies are their reward. What exactly are you jealous about?"

The handso man chuckled coldly, his face full of ridicule.

"You can say that, but who really knows what's going on behind the scenes? After all, Dean Giles is your…"

Laura couldn't hold it anymore and cut him off mid-sentence.

"I know what you're trying to say. You're just jealous of the Blue Danube Team's special military supplies, aren't you?"

At this point, Laura's expression turned even icier.

"We'll go by the old rules. I accept your challenge. The winner takes the special supplies."

Then she shot back with a question.

"But what if you lose?"

The handso man burst out laughing, his face full of smugness.

"How could we possibly lose? You're overthinking it, Miss Laura."

As he said that, he pointed at Yang Fei.

"With your lot, how can you possibly compare with our Second Brigade?"

"You're relying on this soft, pudgy dead fatty?"

Laura snorted, the chill in her narrowed eyes growing colder.

"That's not how this works. Can you really guarantee you'll win?"

She gave the handso youth a half-smile, half-smirk.

"After all, the ones lying on the ground just now like dead dogs weren't Guo Jing."

That made the handso youth instantly fly into a rage out of humiliation.

He shot the square-faced trainee a vicious glare, then crooked his finger at Yang Fei.

"Then I'll show you what a real powerhouse looks like."

"If I don't beat this fatty into a dead dog, I'm not a man."

Yang Fei stood where he was, not moving an inch, looked at Laura and reported loudly.

"Reporting, Instructor, this old bastard is calling over."

Everyone burst out laughing again. This fatty had a pretty good sense of the situation.

Just now he'd been lazy and sloppy, all carefree swagger, but now he was showing strict discipline.

This act was so damn convincing he could walk off with an Oscar no problem.

Laura nodded and gave the order: "Trainee Guo Jing, step out of formation."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Yang Fei shouted loudly, snapped a salute to Laura, then strode out of the ranks.

Back straight, head held high and chest out, he walked up to the handso man and looked at him lazily.

"So what, you not convinced? This Fatty Master will keep you company to the end."

The handso man eyed the chubby Yang Fei, a hint of coldness flashing in his gaze.

"I heard you're so kind of expert. My hands are itching. How about we have a little spar?"

"Consider it a warm-up for the battle between the two brigades."

Yang Fei snorted through his nose and looked at Laura with respectful humility.

"No, the real expert is our instructor."

"But for a small fry like you, no need to bother our instructor."

"This Fatty Master taking care of a few little trash fish like you is effortless—like smacking turtle eggs."