Super Soldier in Campus

After Lin Feng finished his last sentence, he left the basement, letting Xiang Wang continue to stay alone with Oda Kunoichi. As for what he’d just said to her—rather than a threat, it was more like a trailer.

If Oda Kunoichi really went for Xiang Wang’s life and even managed to escape China, then even if Lin Feng wiped out the whole Shadow Remnant headquarters, he still would never let her go!

He’d done similar things before—and more than once...

When Lin Feng walked into the ground-floor hall, Zhou Yang was just approaching him with a frown, a cigarette in hand. He shoved it into Lin Feng’s mouth and snapped his lighter—flame ignited.

"Boss, you seriously agreed to let that guy Xiang Wang mess around like this? Aren’t you worried this chick’s gonna rebel~on us? Xiang Wang doesn’t have a shred of strength. If she really wants to take him out, she’ll have way too many chances. I can’t be staring at Fatty every second! If..." Zhou Yang said with a worried face.

"I know what you’re worried about." Lin Feng nodded, lightly patted Zhou Yang’s shoulder, and said in a low voice, "But my attitude doesn’t really matter in this. Unless we just kill that Oda Kunoichi outright and completely fall out with Fatty, otherwise he’ll always find some way to get close to that woman. Instead of letting him sneak around behind our backs, I might as well lay things out in the open and make it clear. At least that way we won’t end up at odds with Fatty. If he can’t handle that chick, the one who’ll give up in the end is him..."

"Boss, you’ve also gotta think about Fatty’s life safety here!" Zhou Yang shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Mm." Lin Feng nodded solemnly, then looked at Zhou Yang and asked in a deep voice, "How strong do you think that Oda Kunoichi is in close combat? She’s different from us—she doesn’t cultivate Inner Strength, so I can’t sense her level."

"Average, I’d say." Zhou Yang shook his head. "Xiang Wang said that woman specializes in firearms. Her hand-to-hand skills are probably about on par with an Inner Strength second-layer expert. Boss, why are you asking this—don’t tell me you’re planning to make Fatty train martial arts?"

"And why not?" Lin Feng chuckled at Zhou Yang. "Before, whenever we tried to get Fatty to train, that guy kept coming up with excuses to wriggle out of it. Now he’s got a goal to fight for—I wanna see what excuse he can use. No training, no chasing girls! Hahaha..."

Zhou Yang’s expression froze. He looked at Lin Feng with a wry smile and nodded. "Boss, this move of yours is brutal. Fatty is probably gonna hate you to death."

"Let him hate me. Like you said, we’ve gotta keep that kid alive." Lin Feng patted Zhou Yang’s shoulder lightly and said with a smile, "Don’t tell him about this yet. I’m gonna go prepare a few things. Later I’ll give Fatty a ’surprise’!"

"Surprise?!" Zhou Yang felt his curiosity instantly hooked, and he couldn’t help looking forward to what Lin Feng was going to do next.

Not long after Lin Feng went back, a big furniture delivery truck pulled up outside Zhou Yang’s place.

Zhou Yang walked out the front door; the delivery workers checked the order with him, then had the movers carry everything from the truck into Zhou Yang’s villa.

"Treadmill, stationary exercise bike, resistance machine, fitness ball..."

While the workers bustled around, Zhou Yang watched helplessly as his whole house was instantly crammed full of all sorts of fitness equipment.

"Okay, that’s everything. Mr. Zhou, if you’ve confirmed it’s all correct, please sign here!" The driver held out a form to Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang wore a bitter smile, thinking to himself that the Boss was really planning to torture Fatty to death!

Though, he had to admit, he was kinda looking forward to it. After signing, Zhou Yang saw the delivery guys off, and just as he was about to call Lin Feng, he saw Lin Feng walking up to the gate carrying a huge black cloth bag.

"Boss, I was just about to look for you, and here you are!" Zhou Yang walked up to Lin Feng grinning, pointed at the exercise equipment inside, and asked with a weird smile, "All that stuff, you had it sent over, right? Tsk tsk, Fatty’s still not out yet—if he saw this pile of ’torture devices’, I bet he’d start crying on the spot!"

"So it got here this fast? Not bad, efficiency’s decent." Lin Feng gave the equipment a glance, then smiled at Zhou Yang. "Here, take this bag of medicinal powder. Get me a big pot, fill it with water and boil this for an hour to draw out the medicinal strength. Then fill a bathtub with hot water and pour the decoction in... it’s for Fatty’s medicinal bath later."

"Got it." Zhou Yang knew Lin Feng was a master of medicine, so he naturally believed that his medicinal powder had special effects. He didn’t ask anyone else to handle it and personally set to work brewing the medicine for Xiang Wang.

Lin Feng walked over to the treadmill with interest and started studying how to use it.

...

Still clueless about what was happening, Xiang Wang had finally managed to calm Oda Kunoichi down in the basement. After she lay down on the small bed and drifted off, her guard lowered, he stood there watching her for a long time before reluctantly backing out of the basement and heading to the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, Xiang Wang was stunned by the mountain of assorted fitness gear piled up inside.

"Damn, Brother Zhou, are you opening a gym or something? What’s with all this crap?" Xiang Wang muttered to himself, rubbed his empty stomach, and was just about to head to the kitchen to find something to eat when he suddenly heard Lin Feng calling him.

"Fatty... over here, I’ve got something to discuss with you!"

Xiang Wang turned around and saw Lin Feng sitting lazily on a stationary bike, waving at him.

"Boss, how come you’re here?" Xiang Wang’s face lit up with surprise. He walked over to Lin Feng, a bit excited, and asked with a smile, "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Right then, Zhou Yang was standing on the second-floor railing, watching Xiang Wang with a smile. His face carried a strange, gloating expression. He was really looking forward to seeing Xiang Wang’s reaction when he realized Lin Feng had set up this whole ’Eight Trigrams Array’ just to deal with Fatty.

"Fatty." Lin Feng reached out and patted Xiang Wang’s belly, speaking with some meaningful gravity. "You know your Boss would never hurt you."

"Of course I know that..." Xiang Wang nodded without hesitation and answered Lin Feng seriously.

"But after I agreed at noon to let you go make that Dongyang girl your girlfriend, I suddenly started feeling a bit uneasy..." Lin Feng frowned slightly, putting on a worried look.

Damn... Boss, your acting skills are insane! Watching the show from upstairs, Zhou Yang was speechless. He really hadn’t expected Lin Feng to play the pitiful act in front of Xiang Wang...

"Uh, Boss, what do you mean?" Xiang Wang still hadn’t figured out what Lin Feng was getting at.

"I’m thinking... what if that Dongyang girl one day suddenly can’t control her killing intent, and decides to make a move on you?" Lin Feng looked at Xiang Wang, face full of distress, and spoke up.