"Beauty, how about you co have a few drinks with us? The competition is dull and lifeless, and there's danger at every turn. It'd be a pity for a beauty like you to die. Let's have a good chat, and if we hit it off, my brothers will have your back," the newcor said with a suggestive look, staring intently at Lan Xue with a lecherous expression on his face.
Lan Xue had the classic elegance of an Eastern beauty mixed with a curious and valiant charm. She was soft yet strong, stunningly gorgeous, and her sensual figure was too much for most n to resist. Luo Zheng felt both pride and helplessness about this—proud that Lan Xue's heart belonged to him, yet helpless as she attracted attention wherever she went. Seeing the newcor, Luo Zheng snorted quietly without showing his anger, ready to explode, but Lan Xue pulled him back.
"So, if we don't enjoy our chat, do you plan to take us out on the battlefield? Is that a threat?" Lan Xue said coldly, her eyes holding a deadly chill.
"Oh, the beauty is angry. Guys, what do you say we should do?" the old man said dismissively, not taking Lan Xue seriously and his greedy eyes suddenly shifting as a sharp killing intent locked onto Luo Zheng. He sneered, "Kid, be smart and get lost, or else, you might not live to see tomorrow."
"Is that so?" Luo Zheng replied with an enraged laugh, staring coldly at the man. No need for words—as a sniper, bullets were the best language, and as a warrior, fists were the best language. Talk was cheap and attracted ridicule. He stood ready and beckoned with his hand, a mocking sneer on his face.
The newcor was infuriated by Luo Zheng's disrespectful gesture and was about to start a fight, but soone hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear, causing his expression to change. He looked at Luo Zheng more cautiously, spread his hands and signaled his n to step back. "Are you from Huaxia Country?" he asked.
"I'm not interested in where you're from. If you want to fight, let's fight; if not, get lost," Luo Zheng said derisively, his thumb ready with a steel nail, prepared to strike. Since a fight was inevitable, there was no point in holding back. It didn't matter if a few people were taken down before the competition.
"Good, you've got guts. We're from Sam Country; we'll see you on the battlefield," the other man replied coldly, his eyes filled with a vengeful and venomous killing intent. The grudge was set.
When Luo Zheng heard they were from Sam Country, his anger rose. He was about to throw the first punch when he felt Lan Xue pull at him from behind. Turning his head, he saw Lan Xue's face was livid as she looked aside. Following her gaze, Luo Zheng saw a large group of Peacekeeping Forces soldiers approaching. The organizing committee had made it clear that fighting was not allowed at the base camp; anyone who did would be disqualified from the competition. Luo Zheng had no choice but to hold back, saying coldly, "Fine, see you on the battlefield."
Both implicitly referred to the competition as a battlefield, setting the stage for their vendetta. Luo Zheng didn't care; he had promised a drunk to take revenge, and this was his chance. When the Peacekeeping Forces approached, his expression softened, and he signaled for Lan Xue to leave. Understanding, she nodded, and they both walked away.
The Peacekeeping Forces saw no actual commotion and couldn't be bothered to intervene, turning a blind eye. It would have been problematic to get involved, and offending soone wasn't worth it. After walking for a while, Lan Xue caught up and said softly, "Did you want to pretend to be a bimbo earlier, throwing myself into a fight with them, all for show?"
"They are quite sizeable," Luo Zheng said, his gaze drifting to Lan Xue's chest with a playful tone.
"Do you want to feel them?" Lan Xue asked in a low voice, annoyed that Luo Zheng was avoiding the subject.
"I do," Luo Zheng replied without hesitation.
"Wait until you beco the Strongest Soldier King and marry , then we'll talk," Lan Xue teased with a change in tone.
Luo Zheng felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him and said with a wry smile, "Alright, wait for . It won't take long."
Lan Xue detected a note of resoluteness in Luo Zheng's frustrated tone and said happily, "If I really did what you suggested, I'd be truly foolish. Do you think they're all idiots? They know everything there is to know about , from my personality and habits to my capabilities. They've analyzed it all. If I had actually charged in anger, it would only have made them more cautious. That's why I'll be the captain in na, but you'll take actual command. It'll keep them guessing, not sure what's real or fake. That way, our chances of winning will increase. You're a man; it's okay to put in so extra effort, right?"
"No problem, looking after you is my honor," Luo Zheng agreed with an air of integrity.
"Enough with the jokes—tell seriously. You seed about to react just now; that's not like you. Are you hiding sothing from ?" Lan Xue asked in a low voice.
Luo Zheng shared the story about the drunk, finishing with, "These guys are too arrogant, daring to covet my woman. I wouldn't be a man if I stood by and did nothing. If it weren't for the Peacekeeping Forces showing up, I would've struck in secret just now, and denied it later—who would be able to do anything?"
"Even though you could've gotten away with it afterward, revealing your abilities prematurely isn't good. Moreover, if word got out, many would know your capabilities, which isn't ideal. It's not fatal to be ogled at or have a few lewd comnts made. Don't take it to heart. We'll find a chance to shut them up, but we can't let the little things overshadow what's important. The consequences could be unpredictable if a fight really breaks out, so it's better to remain calm," Lan Xue said cheerfully, enjoying the feeling of being protected.
"Alright, for the sake of my dear wife, I'll let them off this ti," Luo Zheng chuckled.
"Don't flatter yourself; who's your wife," Lan Xue shot back with a glance, though inwardly she felt sweet. Noticing the Sam Country booth ahead, she said, "Let's go take a look. The people from Sam Country play dirty, but their weapons have their rits, especially their information warfare weapons. It doesn't hurt to understand them better—to know your enemy as you know yourself."
"Sure, your word is my command," Luo Zheng agreed indifferently. As they approached the booth and saw the high-end special operations weapons on display, their expressions turned serious, and they listened attentively to the salesperson's explanation. A rugged-looking long-range strategic sniper rifle caught Luo Zheng's eye—the Barrett M82A1 semi-automatic anti-material sniper rifle.
"This is truly a fearso weapon," Luo Zheng thought to himself, hearing the salesperson describe how it could accurately hit targets and equipnt 2000 ters away with a precision of less than one MOA, with a spread of 1 ter at 1000 ters, Luo Zheng was even more convinced of his assessnt.
The salesperson, unaware of Luo Zheng's thoughts and seeing his interested expression, pushed the rifle enthusiastically, "We originally planned for it to hit personnel targets up to 1500 ters away, extending to 2000 ters for vehicle targets, but we have so interesting data showing that this weapon actually has the capability of engaging targets up to 2000 ters away."
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