"What are you doing here?" Yang Feng asked in a low voice as he walked over, looking at her calmly.
Hearing the voice from the side, Han Shasha's face lit up with joy. She quickly turned to look at Yang Feng and said, "You've finally arrived, Chinese instructor! Congratulations to China for winning first place in the Special Forces Competition."
"Speak quickly if you have something to say." Yang Feng waved his hand impatiently.
Seeing his impatient tone, Han Shasha felt a surge of anger, but quickly suppressed it, forcing a smile as she said:
"Uh... it's like this, our leaders in Jordan want to see you."
"See me? Sorry, I don't have time." Yang Feng replied indifferently, and pushed her away with his hand.
"Chinese instructor, don't be so arrogant! Let me tell you, the leaders in Jordan are not people that ordinary people can meet. The fact that they recruited you means they think highly of you!" Han Shasha said angrily.
"Oh, what's it to me? Either he comes to see me in person, or it's off the table!" Yang Feng said calmly, opening the door, stepping inside, and then slamming the door shut behind him.
"You...I..." Han Shasha was about to step forward when the door suddenly slammed shut, almost hitting her two big white breasts, which made her so angry that her body heaved.
She stomped her foot, turned around and left angrily, returning to her unit in Jordan, where she told everything Yang Feng had told her to the Jordanian deputy leader, Stir.
"Did he really say that?" Ster frowned and said in a deep voice.
“Yes…that Chinese instructor is really arrogant! Why don’t we just…” Han Shasha’s face was cold as she made a gesture as if she were cutting someone’s throat.
"No, China is like a sleeping lion now. It would have been fine in the past, but if he dies abroad, we will face a lot of pressure."
Ster shook his head, then pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go, let's go see that Chinese instructor. If we can recruit him into our Jordanian ranks, then the strength of our Jordanian special forces will definitely be greatly improved!"
"As you've observed from the battle situation, the special forces of China are stronger than the last; they're probably what you'd call martial arts experts!"
………
Yang Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, steadily mobilizing the spiritual energy within his body. Since the battle with Ye Aotian three days ago, he found that the bottleneck he was stuck at the peak of Qi Refining had finally loosened.
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Chapter 588 Raging Fury
Thump thump thump...
Just then, a soft knock came from outside, immediately interrupting Yang Feng's cultivation.
Yang Feng frowned, got out of bed, and went to open the door.
Upon opening the door, one sees an elderly Jordanian man, around fifty years old, with white hair, some baldness in the middle, but bright and piercing eyes, wearing a black suit.
Standing next to him were three officers in military uniforms, one of whom was Han Shasha, a beautiful Jordanian instructor.
What do you want?
Yang Feng's brows furrowed even deeper, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He was naturally annoyed that his cultivation had been interrupted.
Ster noticed the irritation between Yang Feng's brows, his expression faltered slightly, and he then said:
"This is Chinese instructor, I am Ster, the deputy leader from Jordan. May I come in and speak with you?"
"If you have something to say, just say it here," Yang Feng said calmly.
"Chinese instructor! You're giving me too much credit..." Han Shasha angrily stepped forward to grab Yang Feng's arm, but was stopped by Ster.
He was then glared at by Ster and muttered under his breath, "Get out of here!"
After being scolded by Ster, Han Shasha pouted in grievance, her resentment towards Yang Feng deepening even further.
"I'm sorry, I offended you."
Sterle turned to look at Yang Feng, smiled faintly, and said, "We have come here to sincerely invite you to join our country. If you can become our citizen, we can not only give you 100 million pounds, but also three plots of land in the capital and a general's rank!"
"In other words, if you come to our country to be an instructor, you will receive unparalleled honor. These superior conditions are certainly better than those in your country!"
Hearing this, Yang Feng disdainfully closed the blanket, ignoring it completely, and went back to bed to continue his cultivation.
"this……"
When he saw Yang Feng suddenly close the door, Ster stood there dumbfounded. The conditions he offered were very tempting, but why did he ignore them?
This puzzled and surprised him.
“Boss, why don’t we just go all the way and take him…” Han Shasha smiled coldly, stepped forward, and said again.
Stern glanced at her, said nothing, and simply turned and left with two officers. He didn't want to cause any more trouble, and if he didn't want to join their Jordanian nationality, there was nothing he could do to force him.
As for Han Shasha wanting to kill this Chinese instructor, that's wishful thinking, unless they do it very cleanly.
At this moment, Yang Feng had entered a meditative state, reaching a very peculiar state.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and quickly spent a thousand scrolls to buy ten Spirit Gathering Pills from the system shop, then put them in his mouth.
It melts in your mouth; the Spirit Gathering Pill contains immense spiritual power. It was purchased from the system shop and is a top-grade third-rank pill.
Immediately, Yang Feng activated the Chaos Technique, and the vast spiritual energy within his body was surging wildly. He was unable to refine it for the time being and had no choice but to endure the pain.
"ah!!"
Finally, unable to withstand the raging spiritual energy surging within him, he screamed in agony, his handsome face contorted in pain, and sweat poured down his face, soaking his shirt in an instant.
"Press it down!"
Yang Feng roared inwardly, frantically circulating his cultivation technique to forcefully confront this vast and turbulent spiritual power, but he still couldn't control it.