A pair of large, seemingly innocent eyes, which should have belonged to a young girl, were now filled with a chilling murderous intent as they stared intently at the people in front of her. Her voice, hoarse from being too dry, spoke sharply, her English broken: "Who are you?! Why did you kidnap me?!"
The white man and the remaining three thugs were stunned with fear.
This girl...
This is unbelievable! What kind of girl would hide a razor blade in her mouth?
She was clearly a little girl who couldn't possibly be more than 160 centimeters tall. Her hands were bound, and she stood there half-naked, looking like a little lamb, yet her eyes were as terrifying as a lion's!
Several grown men stared at the bloodstains still remaining on the blade in the girl's mouth, and at their companion who had just died with his throat slit on the ground. They all instinctively took two steps back.
Just as the girl's eyes revealed a growing murderous intent, suddenly, a sorrowful and piercing cry came from the woods from Zhang Xiaotao's lips.
"Chen Xiao...you can't die..."
The girl carrying the dagger suddenly trembled, then the murderous intent in her eyes vanished, replaced by gentleness and concern: "Chen... Chen Xiaojun???"
call out!
The white man's vision blurred, and he saw the woman's body suddenly dart out, like a ghost, and instantly disappear into the woods...
Watching the girl's figure disappear, one of the thugs finally broke down!
"A ghost! A ghost!!"
Although the scream was shrill, the others couldn't help but change color.
Could it be that we really encountered a ghost?
The killer in the forest was ruthless and bloodthirsty, and seemed to know some kind of magic... Now, this little girl they found in the sea has woken up and is also killing without blinking an eye??
Chapter 158 [The Worries of the Delinquent Trio]
"You fatso, you dare to slack off! Are you asking for a beating again?!"
With that sharp rebuke, the fat man, who had been lying on the ground panting like a dead dog, suddenly sprang up as if electrified. His reaction was incredibly fast; his fat, clumsy body possessed a disproportionately sharp speed, barely dodging a streak of fire that had struck the spot where he had just been lying. However, the residual heat of the flame still burned his large buttocks, causing him to howl in pain.
Zhu Rong stood at the door of the training room, holding a fireball in her palm, staring at the fat man inside with murderous eyes.
The fat man was no longer wearing an apron and dressed as a chef; instead, he was wearing a black leather jacket, clearly the kind of cheap equipment worn by field team members.
Although it was a modified extra-large size, it was still a bit too tight on the fat man, and there were many burn marks on his body. Without asking, it was obvious who had done this.
The poor fat man, these past few days, has been facing Zhu Rong, this "auntie," and I don't know what's wrong with her, but she's been spending most of her energy on training him severely, coming up with all sorts of strange and bizarre methods every day, calling it "special training."
For example, they brought a bunch of weird equipment to help the fat guy get used to it.
The fat man's special ability is to control some electronic instruments and equipment, but Zhu Rong insisted on turning him into a combat-type ability user, which caused the fat man a lot of trouble.
The worst part is that, because the fat man can manipulate electronic instruments, Zhu Rong somehow got hold of a bunch of bombs—these electronically detonated bombs were forced upon the fat man by Zhu Rong in a near-mad way for him to "train."
Almost half of Fatty's daily training involves carrying around a bunch of time bombs and using his supernatural abilities to control their detonation times. In Zhu Rong's words, the best outcome is for Fatty to "detonate the right bomb at the right time."
It seems Zhu Rong intends to turn the fat man into a bomb maniac. For example, when faced with dozens of timed bombs, she will first assign a sequence to all the bombs. Then, the fat man will be positioned in different locations within this "training room" and will be required to use his special abilities to control these bombs. For instance, when Zhu Rong, who is directing from outside, calls out the number "one," the fat man must accurately use his abilities to detonate bomb number one. When Zhu Rong calls out the number "three," he must immediately detonate bomb number three.
This kind of training was incredibly difficult for the fat man. Although he could manipulate electronic devices, his ability was still at a rudimentary level. Moreover, he hadn't received any real, systematic training after awakening, and his mental strength was limited. Faced with a bunch of electronic devices, he found it difficult to instantly find the correct number among them.
This requirement is like assigning numbers to a pile of soybeans and then asking you to pick out any one of them at any time... How easy is that?
What's even more pitiful is that the bombs were placed in extremely clever—or rather, malicious—positions in the "training room"! Some bombs were far from the fat man, while others were close to him.
If the fat man accidentally detonates the wrong bomb based on the number announced by Zhurong, he might very well be the one who gets blown up!
These past few days, at the beginning, Fatty would be terrified every time he entered the training room. He would even write his will first thing in the morning and train with the determination to die.
For the first few days, he was naturally bombed and bleeding every day—although Zhu Rong had reduced the power of the bombs, and the fat man was quite tough, some blast injuries were still unavoidable.
By the end of the first day of training, the fat man was covered in serious injuries, but he still felt a sliver of hope: at least he had survived. Besides, with his injuries so severe, surely this horrific special training was finally over?
As a result, that old lady Zhurong smiled and lifted the fat man out, threw him into a large bathtub filled with cell repair fluid, and soaked him overnight. The fat man, whose body absorbed the fluid well, was cured and was then thrown back into that terrifying special training room, full of energy.
This unreasonable training method, though cruel and somewhat like forcing growth, has actually made a real difference in the fat man's skills over the past month. His ability to sense the surrounding electronic instruments has become much more acute than before. Although he still can't achieve 100% accuracy, his hit rate is now over 50%. More importantly, the remote control distance has gradually increased to between three and five meters.
The fat man looked utterly bewildered, his face ashen as if he'd been pulled from a furnace, black smoke billowing from his mouth. He suddenly jumped up.
Zhu Rong, having missed her first attack, raised an eyebrow and flung another fireball at the fat man. The fat man, still in mid-air, actually attempted a somersault, but unfortunately, his belly was too large, and he couldn't dodge it. He let out a scream as the fireball scorched his belly, and he finally fell to the ground.
This was a sad thing for the fat man. Despite the almost cruel special training, with his physique, this hellish training did not make him any slimmer or reduce his weight by even half a pound. Instead, he became even more bloated.
Although I was exhausted every day, I actually gained more than 10 pounds and my waist size increased by more than an inch in less than a month.
I suppose it's because I've been exercising too much these past few days, which has greatly increased my appetite. I'm eating two big bowls more every night than before, and the cell repair fluid also seems to be promoting the body's absorption of it...
The large leather jacket that I finally managed to get is gradually becoming too small for me.
As the fat man fell to the ground, panting like a dead dog, Zhu Rong's eyes held a hint of a smile.
Although this guy still looks fat, his body has become much more solid. And every day he detonates bombs here, dodging, running and jumping around, so his physical fitness has increased a lot. Not to mention, those few dodging moves just now were quite impressive.
In addition, Lao Tian also taught Fatty some skills, which seemed to be some body-strengthening exercises. These days, Fatty always looked miserable when he was being specially trained, and he was lazy and resistant at every turn. However, when he practiced Lao Tian's body-strengthening exercises, he was exceptionally diligent and hardworking. There were even a few nights when he was seen staying up late to practice on his own.
The main reason was that Lao Tian, intentionally or unintentionally, told Fatty that if this kung fu was mastered, it could allow one to dodge attacks and move as lightly as a swallow. Fatty didn't believe it at first, but after practicing for a few days, he was attacked by Zhu Rong one day. In the first few rounds, he miraculously dodged a series of attacks that Zhu Rong hadn't paid attention to. Fatty was overjoyed and suddenly had more confidence in Lao Tian's kung fu.
Of course, once Zhu Rong got serious, she still managed to roast the fat man like a roast pig.
After practicing Lao Tian's kung fu, Fatty became much more efficient at dodging during the hellish bomb-detonation training. Occasionally, he would detonate the wrong bomb and get hit himself, but his timely dodges minimized the damage. Having tasted success, Fatty shamelessly pestered Lao Tian, convinced that Lao Tian was a martial arts master. He insisted that Lao Tian teach him a few more moves, but Lao Tian just smoked a cigarette and stared at Fatty with a mocking look: "The real peerless skills are too late for you at your age, and I can't teach you them anymore. However, there is one peerless skill that isn't too late to learn now. As long as you're determined, you can barely master it."
The fat man's face immediately lit up, and he asked what it was.