Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Knowing that she was suddenly transferred from Team Three to Team One and the drillmaster of Team One was Li Nanheng himself, Feng Ling remained deadpan.

K once told her that those who could be assigned to Team One were all semi-newbies with excellent martial skills and no average newbie could enter Team One. And normally if there was any task, the base would pick from the members of Team One first because Team One was the strongest team at the base, as well as the most respected one. The members of Team One were so excellent that Boss Li didn’t need to supervise them to train and they would train consciously every day and Boss Li didn’t have to worry about them at all.

Base members had different ideas about Feng Ling’s sudden transfer to Team One. Some people thought she was lucky, gaining Boss’s appreciation with her martial skills and getting such a good chance to enter Team One as soon as she joined the base, and some thought that Boss was picking on her. The people of Team One were as savage as tigers and wolves, trained like crazy and weren’t even afraid of bullets on a mission. This thirteen-year-old boy might die in the training camp in less than half a month if she joined Team One.

Feng Ling didn’t care how these people who were almost strangers to her thought of her.

Since she had decided to settle at the base, she didn’t mind staying anywhere at the base. Anyway, she had no problem as long as she could train, learn marksmanship, and all kinds of things she liked, as long as she had a place to live and had food to eat. This was exactly the life she wanted.

On the first night Feng Ling was assigned to Team One, she did not go to stay there but still slept in K’s lower bunk.

K gave her an old used cell phone and told her that as long as she had a chance to carry out missions in Team One and finished the mission successfully, she could have a lot of bonuses. Then she didn’t need to worry about money anymore. If it was a big, life-threatening mission, the bonus she could get was enough to buy her a small house in suburban Los Angeles if she made it back alive. Although the base members only wore common uniforms, they were actually very rich, from which one could see how powerful the base was.

After, Feng Ling fell asleep in K’s room that night…

Nanheng suddenly went to the training camp that night, which was very rare. The members of Team One were surprised to see him show up. Normally they trained themselves or with assistant drillmaster’s instructions and Boss barely appeared except in appraisals. No one expected that he would show up here tonight.

On the training group, the cigarette flickered between Nanheng’s fingers and he took a look at the familiar faces in the crowd, then at the director of the training camp, and asked if the newbie today had come over. However, the answer he got was that the newbie said she would come early in the morning but not tonight.

Nanheng threw his cigarette butt to the ground and stepped on it to put it out. His eyes grew cold as he squinted at the people on the training ground.

He was transferred to the first team, which was an honor all base members had been dreaming of, and he didn’t show up in time?

He said he would come over tomorrow?

Very good.

Maybe he was too nice to him. It was rare to find a newcomer with decent martial skills, and he wanted to “promote” him.

Since he didn’t know to be grateful, then don’t blame him for being so unkind.

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The next day.

“Why does Boss look even angrier today…”

“The light in Boss’s room seemed to be on all the time last night. Had he been up all night?”

“How’s that? Did he lose sleep?”

Yes, he lost sleep.

Nanheng thought he had been hanging out with the men at the base too long, so he became exceptionally sensitive to a woman who he just met once.

He just saw her breasts in the sauna room of the orphanage six months ago, which were still not well developed and like a pair of small buns. It was just a teenage girl barging in, but he couldn’t forget her even now. He didn’t know whether it was because of the pair of little white buns or the guy who dared to burn electric wires in the bushes, spend the night in the woods, and provoke him with that signal.

But as soon as he closed his eyes and fell asleep that night, the scene that he tore off her sleeves in the sauna room haunted his mind. The point was that in his dream, that girl’s face would suddenly become Feng Ling’s expressionless face that actually went well with that body. Both the face and the body were delicate and tender…

Because of the eerie dream of piecing together the head and body of two different people, he woke with a start and had a sleepless night until dawn before he managed to sleep for another hour.

He woke up in the morning and his face was black as if he had been splashed a can of Swedish herring in the face and no one dared to look straight at him.

Nanheng came out of training camp in a black uniform with a close-fitting black T-shirt inside and his short, neat hair looked cocky and lazy in this casual, somewhat sleepy state. Seeing him show up, everyone else instantly silenced and dared not to say anything.

“Boss, you didn’t sleep well last night?” Han Jin, the assistant drillmaster of Team One followed him and asked.

Nanheng didn’t answer him but coldly glanced at the members in the training camp behind. He casually lit a cigarette into his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and asked coldly, “Has the boy come?”

“You mean Feng Ling? He arrived an hour ago. He said he would be here this morning and he did it on time. In the morning when we were just ready for training, he came in. He has followed others to run a few laps and now is learning to do other trainings,” Han Jin answered truthfully.

It seemed that he was a person of his word.

But shit, why did he keep dreaming of that brat at night?

Nanheng’s face darkened. “Although the boy named Feng Ling is still a kid, he is a newbie. I think he doesn’t know how to fight except attacking fiercely and quickly. Give him high-intensity training. If he can’t keep up with others, make him practice overnight. If he doesn’t do anything up to par, hit him with a stick, regardless of whether he’s new or not.”

Han Jin pondered and said carefully, “I can see that he hasn’t received any professional training, but he has a quick mind and learns really quickly. With a little help, his movements can be very standard. He’s only been here for an hour but had learned a few moves very well, and he had a good command of his strength. I don’t feel the need to use a stick on him.”

With a cigarette in his mouth, Nanheng suddenly turned his eyes to Han Jin with a straight face.

Seeing the flames in Boss’s eyes, Han Jin understood in an instant.

“Ok, I got it. I’ll give him the most intense training. If he can’t pass it, I will beat the hell out of him with a stick. Otherwise, you can remove me from my post.”

Hearing the satisfactory reply, Nanheng puffed out a smoke ring and went away with a cold face.