Special Forces: Rising from the Ashes of the Lone Wolf

Lan Xiaoyan was annoyed and also showed her fierceness.

She reached out and grabbed Xiao Zhuang's ear, pulling it.

"Tell me, are you going to teach me or not?"

"Oh no, boss, help! Murder!"

Soft approaches don't work, and hard approaches are ineffective.

This hilarious scene successfully amused everyone, including Yan Xiaoyu who was watching.

The next second, Deng Zhenhua, holding the high-precision sniper rifle, looked expectantly at the carrot.

"Hey girl, we're both snipers, wanna have a contest?"

Before Carrot could answer, Xia Lan scolded him playfully.

"Ostrich, do you want to die?"

Deng Zhenhua shuddered and immediately put on a fawning smile.

"My dear wife, please calm down. I just wanted to reduce 660's workload so I could wash your clothes and socks."

"Hehe, that's more like it, I approve!"

Xia Lan was satisfied, but Ma Dan rolled her eyes.

He wants to entice me into a competition, and if I lose, I'll have to wash his clothes and smelly socks?

No way, I won't fall for that.

The problem is that the gap is too big; there are only losses and no wins. Only a fool would gamble!

Ma Dan shook his head: "No interest, I won't compete."

"Hey girl, you're just killing time anyway, why don't you have some fun?"

"Hmph, if you want to play, go play with your wife. I'm not playing along."

Well, all my efforts have been in vain. I'm so frustrated!

Deng Zhenhua was unhappy, and Shi Dafan couldn't help but want to give it a try.

"Grape Girl, we're both good observers, wanna have a competition?"

"Hehe, you old rascal, you're really wicked!"

Without a doubt, Lin Tong was not fooled either.

Seeing that the show was about to end, Yan Xiaoyu looked at Lin Feng with eager anticipation.

"How about we have a competition when we're bored?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng found it amusing.

"Comparing myself to you would be bullying a minor, wouldn't it?"

"Hmph, you underestimated me. You'll pay the price. Just you wait!"

Yan Xiaoyu, wearing sandals, nimbly ran into the villa.

A moment later, he came running out with a bow and an arrow.

Alright, Lin Feng finally understood what she was relying on.

In the story, the little girl is a sharpshooter.

Using a homemade, shoddy bow and arrow, they killed quite a few mercenaries...

Chapter 597 Yan Xiaoyu: How are you so amazing?

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In the story, Yan Xiaoyu holds a simple bow and arrow.

The scene of her bravely fighting mercenaries while wearing a tight-fitting tank top is considered a classic.

There was something slightly out of place in front of them, but it also made others secretly marvel.

"Xiaoyu, where did you get your bow and arrows?"

"It was already in the villa, didn't Sister Xia Dong see it?"

Xia Dong didn't notice, and it wasn't important.

"Why did you take this out?"

"Of course it's a competition!"

Yan Xiaoyu looked at Lin Feng with a smug and confident expression: "Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Putting aside the team members' expressions of 'the ignorant young girl'.

Raymond Lam smiled and said, "No problem. What's the prize?"

Yan Xiaoyu knew the importance of the 'bet', and after thinking for a moment, she said:

"I won. Now you just need to tell me who wanted to kill me."

"Sure, but what if you lose?"

Holding her bow and arrow, Yan Xiaoyu declared arrogantly, "This young lady is incredibly powerful; there's no way I could lose!"

Haha, confidence is a good thing, but being overconfident is just arrogance!

Lin Feng chuckled: "I can tell you're good at archery."

"However, in any competition, the stakes must be based on fairness."

"What if I happen to win by luck? Wouldn't I lose a fortune?"

That's how it is, and Yan Xiaoyu can understand it.

When you have ample resources and confidence, you don't mind making some big bets.

Otherwise, if Raymond Lam doesn't compete, it will be a complete failure.

"Okay, if I lose, I'll give you a sweet kiss, how's that fair?"

The stakes are tempting, but it's just not fair at all!

Lin Feng chuckled and shook his head: "You're overthinking it. A kiss won't get you valuable intelligence..."

Yan Xiaoyu got a little impatient: "I'm still Chuxiang, don't be ungrateful!"

At that moment, Xiao Zhuang interjected, "Boss, you got Chu Xiang for free, you're making a killing!"

Just as Lin Feng was about to yell "Get lost!"

Yan Xiaoyu glared at him unhappily: "What do you mean? That I might lose?"

Hehe, it's not just possible, it's definitely and certainly true!

Xiao Zhuang kept these thoughts to himself, fearing they would affect the 'stakes'.

Well, Yan Xiaoyu didn't have that awareness, and she ignored the pity and sympathy in some people's eyes.

She turned to look at Raymond Lam: "Are you scared or not? Are you afraid of the competition?"

"I'm afraid there's no such thing, I just feel the bet is unfair."

Lin Feng chuckled mischievously: "Your initial fragrance isn't that valuable!"

"Oh dear," Yan Xiaoyu stamped her foot, "You don't mean you want me to sleep with you, do you?"

You may have it, but you can't use it as a gamble.

Lin Feng pondered for a moment: "To be fair, let's add one more clause."

"If you lose, you'll have to fetch water for me to wash my feet, is that alright?"

"I agree, let's begin."

Yan Xiaoyu was confident in herself and didn't want to fuss over a small "stake".

With the bet settled, Lin Feng took one last look at the bow and arrow.

It's definitely an ordinary bow.

The tensile force, or arm strength, is no more than 25 kilograms.

This means that the maximum range will not exceed one hundred meters.

In light of this, Lin Feng glared at Xiao Zhuang.

"You're so talkative. Now you're punished to hang a beverage bottle 80 meters away."

Alright, I admit I couldn't control my mouth just now, so I'll have to accept the punishment.

Before long, the target was set up.

An empty, plastic Coca-Cola bottle.

Since it hangs on the tree and has no weight, it sways in the wind.

"Ladies first, are you ready to begin?"

Yan Xiaoyu didn't hold back, nocked an arrow, and aimed at the target.