Chapter 750: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (13)

"Fuck, boss, what kind of move is this? Is he directly attacking the chest? I haven't seen him make such a vicious move before..."

The sounds around the training ground did not reach the ears of the two of them at all. Feng Ling was slapped hard on the chest.

After all, she has not undergone any strict and precise training. All moves are based on instinct and some boxing skills learned from the Mafia group before. Except for fast, she is fast, but facing Nanheng is very routine and occasionally changes quickly. Although he was able to survive three or four moves, his moves became faster and faster, hitting her chest again and again.

Although Feng Ling knew it in his heart, it was still equivalent to being attacked to a place where his mind was a little unsteady, and he had to stagger back a few steps for a while, and when he stabilized his figure again, Nan Heng's expression had changed even more. Much colder.

not her.

Although the figure looks a bit similar, but at this age of thirteen or fourteen, most of them are about the same height.

After confirming that the boy in front of him was not the girl who was not afraid of death in the orphanage a month ago, Nan Heng's move was no longer a temptation, but a trick, and he did not regard him as a newcomer at all.

Feng Ling saw what he meant, and after being hit a few times, she learned to be smart, and became only defensive. After all, her speed was still fast. If she kept dodging, Nan Heng's ten moves could only hit her on the shoulder. But if she wanted to fight back and hurt Nanheng, she would probably have to train for another ten years at least.

But it was just a test, and it could be regarded as a half-time formal competition. It let Feng Ling know what real strength is from the limited cognition of more than ten years. She restrained her mind and fought until Nan Heng almost hit her directly with a punch. On her face, just when she froze and was about to take it, all she saw was a gust of wind passing by, and the man's hand stopped precisely an inch on her face.

She raised her eyes to look at him, Nan Heng gave her a cold glance with no expression on her face, obviously a little disappointed with her skill, but at least compared to other newcomers, Feng Ling was indeed much stronger.

Nan Heng withdrew his hand, turned around and left without saying a word.

The group of people who carried them down were about to applaud because of this wonderful fight, but they were afraid that the boss would sweep the crowd in a fit of anger, and they would all suffer. Resisting the urge to applaud, he saw the boss turn around and leave just like that. A group of people, Monk Zhang Er, stood at the same spot, wondering what the boss was planning, this guy, whether the boss would stay or not...

Feng Ling stood on the training ground, raised his hand and pressed the slightly painful spot on his chest.

why it hurts,

It was because Nan Heng hit her on the chest several times in succession just now, and others didn't understand, but she knew very clearly that he was testing whether she was a woman or not.

Fortunately, the chest cloth used now is relatively strong and thicker. She is only thirteen years old, and even if she has a well-developed chest, her breasts are not fully developed. When he slapped this palm, he couldn't feel much. Compared with what he saw in the steam room that day, it was definitely not the feeling he imagined.

Just this is enough for him to dispel half of his doubts about her.

"Boss!" A man who is not afraid of death was so curious, he chased after Nan Heng and asked: "That guy named Feng Ling, should he stay or not? I think he is very young and energetic." It's very arrogant, otherwise, I'd better stay here and hone it in our base, and it's estimated that those edges and corners on my body will be smoothed out in a few years!"

Li Nanheng didn't turn his head, and threw him an indifferent voice: "Since you like grinding so much, let him stay, throw him to the instructors of your third team, and grind yourself."

"..."

Throw them three teams?

That is to say, if that kid enters the training camp of their three teams in the future, the instructor will often ask Feng Ling to stand up and compete with them?

Isn't this making yourself unhappy? That Feng Ling was just defeated in front of Boss Li. If all the newcomers in this base were replaced, which one would be his opponent?

"Ahem, Boss..." The man followed up reluctantly, and asked gossipingly, "What do you mean by hitting that kid on the chest just now? Could it be...it's..."

In the past, I often heard that Boss Li was not close to women. Even if it was a beautiful girl arranged by the Li family, he didn’t even bother to look at it. Some people wondered if Boss Li’s sexual orientation was abnormal, and they stayed in the base one by one. They were all afraid that their innocence would be lost, but later they found out that they were thinking too much. Boss Li probably has no interest in men or women, because he really doesn't want to get close to anyone.

Nan Heng glanced at him coldly, and slowly spit out a sentence: "I'm not interested in men, let's talk nonsense, and run fifty laps around the base tomorrow."

The person behind him instantly turned pale and ran away as if oiling the soles of his feet.

...

The next day, the breakfast cafeteria of the XI base.

Nan Heng, who seldom came to eat in the cafeteria of the base, rarely appeared in the sight of everyone.

However, the group of newcomers and semi-newcomers who watched the wonderful competition with their own eyes last night under the training ground were full of shock that hadn't been digested all night.

Someone still whispered: "Hey, do you think the boss really likes men? Last night, the boss really hit that kid on the chest. It was obvious that he was eating tofu..."

Even if the group of people whispered too softly, Nan Heng could still hear them.

A certain instructor sitting opposite him dared not say a word, but still glanced at him.

Nan Heng didn't respond, he just threw the tableware on the table after eating, and let out a cold "heh".

Then, he directly said to the instructor of the third team sitting opposite him with a cold face: "Kick that kid named Feng Ling who I assigned to your team last night from your team."

Team three instructor: "?????"

It was only assigned to him last night, and it hasn't been more than ten hours, so let him kick him out?

Then, I heard the expressionless Boss Li say in a cold voice: "Send him to my team, and I will deal with him myself."

The instructors of the third team and other instructors: "..."

Feng Ling was taken by Ah K to eat in the cafeteria of the base early in the morning. Although the XI base is a training ground, it occupies an astonishingly large area. Even the so-called base cafeteria is larger than the general restaurants outside. The catering facilities They are all very good, this is the kind of treatment Feng Ling has never experienced.

As soon as he walked in with Ah K, he saw Li Nanheng walking out with a bad expression.

However, even if he saw it, Feng Ling stood there still hesitating whether to say hello to the boss, but the boss Li in front of him just brushed past him coldly.

"..."

Sure enough, he is the cold-faced night god that Ah K said, very arrogant and indifferent.