Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"Mrs. Mo, don't underestimate Feng Ling's seemingly skinny physique. Whenever we trained, she was always more capable than us. She always came in first during fights, and if we talk about close combat, around eighty percent of us here won't be able to defeat her. The remaining twenty percent will need some luck on their side to do it. She's ruthless!"

While speaking, K boldly placed his hand on Feng Ling's shoulder. This appeared just like brothers-in-arms.

Feng Ling did not avoid him but answered coldly: "I refuse your attempts to make me complacent with flattery."

K chuckled. "What's going on? Are you afraid that once Mrs. Mo knows of your position in our base, she would be moved into giving you a raise? Aiya, it isn't as though Mrs. Mo can't afford it…"

"Scram." Feng Ling slapped his hand away. "I'll accompany her to stroll around here for a while. Why is a big man like you always following us around?"

"I didn't think that you and Mrs. Mo would be able to have an intimate talk between women. Previously, simply putting on a face mask made you embarrassed enough to almost smash my phone into smithereens…"

Before K finished his words, he smoothly dodged the leg Feng Ling had raised and run away.

Ji Nuan stood by the training grounds and chuckled. She watched the way K hurriedly sped away and turned back to the people who were training. As she touched the metal railings by the side, she finally processed that this was truly happening. Just like in Cambodia, in a heavy-duty training ground like this, everyone was armed with a gun. Every so often, she could even hear the rhythmic gunshot noises from the shooting range.

"A place like this cannot be easily entered, right?" Ji Nuan asked.

Feng Ling stood by the side, looking in the same direction as her. She light replied, "En."

Ji Nuan turned to look at her. "How did you manage to enter back then?"

"I coincidentally saved someone from the base and was guided here by him. However, because I was in my teens and I was quite small, and I was a woman dressed as a man, I appeared especially skinny and small amongst the group of new people."

"At that time, Nan Heng had a very low opinion of me and disliked me very much. He made several attempts to force me to leave, giving me the hardest training and tests. I almost lost my life, but I still refused to leave."

"Perhaps I do have some strengths and talent in this area. My body is small, but my strength is big. I'm good at enduring hardships as well. Overtime, I changed from being the small thing that he looked down on into the person he would occasionally wake up in the middle of the night to train."

Ji Nuan leaned against the railing and watched her. "Nan Heng is likely the kind of man who is always cold and difficult to approach. If he looks down on someone, it's difficult for him to change his mind. In the past, I've always felt that he doesn't like me. If it wasn't for Mo Jingshen, he might've been too lazy even to stab me with his words. That you were able to change the opinion of such a loathsome, brutish, and stubborn man is really impressive."

"When it comes to men like him, the more ruthless he is, the more ruthless you have to be." Feng Ling tilted her chin up, indicating toward the men in close combat inside the training grounds. "When I was seventeen, my body began to change due to puberty. At that time, I always wore especially loose clothes. Whenever we trained, I was always afraid that they would realize I was a girl if they accidentally touched me. There was a period when I kept being fearful and wary of making big movements. After sparring a few times with me, Nan Heng found my changes strange and beat me up until I laid on the ground. At that time, the weather was especially cold like it is now. He made me lay unmoving on the ground for a whole hour. Every time I stood up, he would beat me up again."

"So ruthless?"

"Naturally, I didn't stand up. I ended up laying there for a whole night, using the time to consider the different methods to bind my chest. Afterward, I fainted from the cold."

"And then?"

"There's nothing after. When I woke up, I realized that K and the rest sent me to the sick bay. I woke up really quickly; I opened my eyes the moment they sent me to the sick bay. I was afraid that they would discover my physical changes, so I pushed them aside and ran back to my own room. Although I took a hot shower, I still caught a cold. I had a high fever for two days and slept all alone. Afterward, I was fine. Perhaps it's because I was young, and my body was resilient."

Ji Nuan could easily understand that what she had meant was that Nan Heng did not come to visit her at all in those few days. Although she made light of it now, for a young girl in her teens, she was truly very resilient. From the way she spoke of her experiences now, Ji Nuan could tell that she did not feel wronged or that she had endured through a lot of hardships. This made Ji Nuan feel strangely emotional.

"Feng Ling, will you teach me how to fire a gun?"

"…why do you suddenly want to learn how to fire a gun?"

"Previously at Cambodia, I managed to fire once. But afterward, if you hadn't shown up, I most likely would have a misfire and hurt myself. Who knows what the consequences would be? Since we can do it here, teach me a little."

Who said that only men had a hero complex? Women experienced it too. No one enjoyed being a burden during difficult situations. Having some skills was always a good thing.

Feng Ling wanted to say that rather than shooting, perhaps it would be better for her to learn some simple close combat skills. However, just as she was about to speak up, she recalled that Ji Nuan was currently pregnant and was not suited for learning such things.

"I'll teach you then. But I feel that even if you manage to learn, you won't have the need to use the skill."

"Whether it's useful or not is a separate matter. The main point is that you're too handsome. I want to be just as handsome as you…"

"…"

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In the evening, even though the training on the shooting range had ended, gunshot noises kept resounding.

When the important guest in the conference room heard the noise, the experienced men gave a simple judgment: "It sounds like a newcomer…"

Nan Heng took a glance at the time and met eyes with Mo Jingshen, who sat by his side. He stood up and glanced at the situation in the shooting range through the surveillance cameras.

He saw that Feng Ling and Ji Nuan were each holding a gun. Feng Ling was teaching Ji Nuan the correct stance to hold a gun, while Ji Nuan imitated her. Feng Ling fired a shot and landed right on the center of the target; although Ji Nuan did not miss, she only managed to hit the third ring from outside.

Watching the woman's shoot, Nan Heng recalled the last time Ji Nuan had fired the gun at a crucial moment in Cambodia.

He narrowed his eyes and chuckle coldly, turning to speak: "Your woman is currently learning to shoot from Feng Ling. It seems like your promise to the Elder Mo to not stain your hands with blood will now be received by your wife. The shock she suffered must have been heavy. Is she planning to learn so that it'll be convenient for her to charge into danger with us?"

Mo Jingshen glanced at the surveillance cameras to watch the two. His gaze was deep, but before he could speak, the important guest at the table chuckled: "In this base, no one dares to step out without at least three or five years of training. It's impressive that a newcomer was able to hit within the target. Do you expect everyone to be like Feng Ling?"