alized the gravity of the situation. Tian Ge had actually slapped him in front of so many peopleYou have to know, since I made Tian Ge (brother Tian), I've introduced him to quite a few stunning women...Li Nanfang now really wants to find someone to come over and slap that guy a few times in the face, then ask him if it hurts.

It should hurt.

It felt like being shot again, in the same place on his shoulder.

Li Nanfang was unable to recover from the shock of Yang Xiao's sudden appearance and disappearance using his strong willpower. Instead, a barrage of bullets fired from the direction of the rainforest hundreds of meters away forced him to wake up.

This time, he didn't hear the sound of the bullet breaking the air. Even if there was such a sound, in his just-now state, he wouldn't be able to hear it.

At this time, someone hiding in the shadows, firing a gunshot at him, could definitely kill him with one shot.

But he didn't die, the bullet had only lodged in his shoulder.

Based on this, the shooter must be a woman.

Why would there be such a guess

Because Li Nanfang discovered a very interesting pattern during his three-month extraordinary training.

During firearms training, male soldiers tend to aim for the forehead of humanoid targets, while female soldiers prefer aiming at the heart.

This has nothing to do with personal preference, it's entirely due to the differences in male and female personalities.

After a bullet penetrates the human brain, the resulting blood and cerebrospinal fluid can trigger a man's dormant, primal bloodlust.

After a bullet pierces the heart, the vast expanse of blood flowing on the ground will make a woman increasingly calm.

I can't say for sure what causes this distinction, but a large amount of real-world practice has repeatedly proven that this situation exists ninety-nine percent of the time.

As for the remaining one percent, those who don't exist, they're probably like the Twelve Golden Hairpins and Thirteen Taibao cultivated by Jinghong.

They don't care if it's the head or the heart that matters. As long as they can kill, even the soles of their targets' feet become fatal weak points.

Based on the trajectory of the bullet just fired, the shooter is hiding in the rainforest.

Li Nanfang stood dumbfounded on the desert, with a ten-meter-high cliff behind him. Before him stretched an endless expanse of sand, and only to his side was a glimpse of the rainforest visible hundreds of meters away.

The bullet hit Li Nanfang's shoulder instead of lodging in his Tai Chi point, proving that the person intended to shoot him in the heart.

From this, it can be determined that the shooter was a female soldier.

Even though he knew that striking from the side was impossible to hit the heart, he still insisted on aiming for it.

This proves that the female soldier who fired the gun was a rookie.

Only new recruits, those who have never seen much blood, would insist on sticking to their habits when attacking the enemy.

Only newcomers, when their first shot misses and the target dodges, will keep pulling the trigger, blasting out a large cloud of sand from the yellow earth, but they still can't hit their target.

Li Nanshan was shot, and the pain stimulated his brain. Instinctively, he lowered himself and rolled forward, dodging subsequent bullets while grabbing a sniper rifle that Shen Qingwu had thrown to the ground. Then he rolled back again, using the Gobi as cover, ensuring his safety before analyzing the situation in his mind and determining the shooter's identity.

He threw a bunch of branches from behind the dunes to draw their fire.

Then, someone flashed out from behind the next door, knelt down on one knee, and held up an M24 sniper rifle. Through the scope, he saw a little girl with flushed cheeks and a terrified expression, her short hair sticking out in all directions.

Facts proved his conjecture.

Li Nanan gave himself a nod of approval for his unparalleled intelligence and analytical abilities, then subconsciously pulled the trigger.

A 7.62mm bullet, with its projectile flying out.

The short-haired girl disappeared.

Li Nanfang was also dumbfounded.

"Damn, why am I doing this"

Boss Li, holding the sniper rifle in his hand, couldn't understand why he had to kill a girl.

He admitted that the female soldier's looks were a bit ordinary, but she was still a woman.

For the past few hours, he lay there, all he could think about was a girl coming to his face. After some heartfelt and friendly exchanges, even going deeper into insightful conversations, he opened his arms to embrace the hard work of blue sky, allowing himself to become someone's stepping stone on their journey.

What did he do when the scene he imagined happened

He not only resisted, but also killed the other party.

Well, well, well—he must have been scared off by that scoundrel Yang Xiao.

Li Nanfang quickly found a suitable reason to explain his previous behavior that disobeyed his inner voice.

He strode back to the pile of things Shen Qingwu had dropped, crouched down and dug out a small medical kit. As he carefully removed the bullet embedded in his shoulder and bandaged it, he pondered Yang Xiao's words before he vanished.

Next time we meet, everything will be settled.

What's the wrap up

This demon isn't going to kill me with his own hands, is he

Li Nanfang, realizing belatedly, finally understood the meaning behind Yang Xiao's words.

But, wasn't this decision a bit hasty

Just three days ago, he said it wouldn't happen.

In just three days, Boss Li has become a lamb to the slaughter in the butcher's eyes

No, I can't die yet.

I haven't yet seen Southern Group become the world's largest women's clothing business group, and Southern Yu Suyi hasn't been worn on the legs of women all over the world.

I haven't sorted out the relationships with all the women around me, and I watch my seeds flourish.

I haven't finished the three things I planned to do with my dear aunt yet.

Most importantly, I also have a wife.

If I died, my wife would be very sad.

I absolutely cannot let my wife cry again, so I absolutely cannot die that easily!

When facing a life-or-death situation, it was Shimu who helped Li Nanfang regain his confidence. Then he stood between heaven and earth, stomping his feet and shouting at Yang Xiao, who had already disappeared, feeling much better afterwards.

Just one Yang Xiao wouldn't be enough to cause Li Boss to panic and start worrying excessively when his life was threatened.

Moreover, even Yang Xiao, that demon, said that it would be at their next meeting when all matters would be settled once and for all.

When will we meet next, isn't that up to Mr. Li to decide

He could hide in a place where Yang Xiao couldn't possibly find him.

Okay, Li Nanfang admitted that all the above ideas were nonsense.

He deeply understood that if Yang Xiao really wanted to kill him, he would have absolutely no ability to resist.

Since fate cannot be changed, it might as well do something meaningful now.

Shaking his head, he dispelled the mental fatigue Yang Xiao had imposed on him, then rebuilt himself a shelter with branches—one that offered shade above and warmth below.

When it comes to sleep, all other things are secondary.

Moreover, it's all happening in a completely safe, virtual training ground where there are no real threats to life.

Li Nanfang, who completely didn't take this selection training seriously, continued to sleep soundly.

Even in his sleep, if someone were to slit his throat, he wouldn't care.

It's a pity that even when the sky here turned completely dark, no one came to disturb Boss Li's "grand dream of the Spring and Autumn".

Is Li Nanfang asleep yet

No!

Whoever knows their life is under threat will be unable to sleep soundly.

Li Nanfang just wanted to numb himself with an indifferent attitude, avoiding thinking about the difficulties he would face when confronting Yang Xiao.

But the more he evaded, the more Yang Xiao's figure lingered in his mind.

This was like how, before the age of fourteen, his old, shrunken appearance always accompanied his dark and self-deprecating childhood. No matter how much he disliked looking in the mirror, no matter how much he hated the reflection on the water's surface, he could always see that sickening image in the eyes of others.

Li Nanfang is not a saint, he's just an ordinary person who was destined by fate. He lives in a daze, struggling to get through each day.

Anyone with even a slightly weaker mental fortitude would have already taken their own lives by jumping into a river in a deserted place before the age of fourteen.

Li Nanfang did not commit suicide, he lived on strong and bravely.

Finally achieving perfect reverse growth, it became a terrifying "Black Wraith" spoken of in fear in Western countries.

Such an experience is something that Li Nanting's fellow beings are proud of.

He felt that it was his perseverance and hard work that had overcome his unfortunate fate.

If someone can defy even fate, why would they be completely incapable of even a sliver of resistance under another person's threat

Is it just because Yang Xiao's skills are so high

Even if his martial arts are high, aren't they also honed through bit by bit of hard work in the later stages of life

Yang Xiao could do it, couldn't he He Li Nanshan beat him like a piece of trash.

Why, in this situation, can't you turn it around Li Nanfang, after being abused by that demonic person, was left a miserable wretch in another city.

Can you

Why not!

Can't it

Why not!

When darkness shrouded the whole land, Li Nanfang, who had been lying down for an unknown amount of time, finally stood up.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the more Yang Xiao's figure faded from his sight, the more he struggled to stand straight.

Indeed, Yang Xiao had already left.

Now Li Nanfang stands up, ready to fight Yang Xiao in their next meeting, with his life as the price.

In the past, every time Li Nanshan faced Yang Xiao, his confidence would be dealt a major blow. However, at that time, Yang Xiao did not show any intention of truly taking his life, so Li Nanshan chose to avoid the issue time and time again.

Even if there are a few times, unavoidable, it will also be triggered to erupt the inner black dragon demonic nature, venting wildly, falling asleep, and thus forgetting those things.

Here, there is no more black dragon within the body.

Li Nanfang's humanity, by necessity, had to bear all the crippling blows and endure them with the posture of lying on the ground waiting to die.

When he could bear it no longer, he stood up.

He needed to vent.

He wanted to kill someone.

He needed to use fresh blood to appease the pain of his powerless struggle against the threat to his life.

This bloodthirsty idea appeared in Li Nanfang's humanity for the first time.

The tangible evil dragon within him did not enter this virtual training ground along with his consciousness.

The evil thoughts within human nature gradually grew, giving rise to a similar rage as that of the black dragon.

"I'm going to die, why can other people still live well Everyone has to die!"

This was Li Nanshan's unspoken words from the heart.

His thoughts became incredibly twisted.

He, however, was completely oblivious to this issue. He simply bent down and meticulously placed all the weapons and equipment that Shen Qingwu had left behind onto himself, one by one.

Then, following the vast desert, they entered a jungle where the air was thick with moisture after the rain had stopped.

What Yang Xiao said, the Black Dragon's "essence, energy, and spirit," the most important "spirit" has taken shape.

This "god" was not what Jinghong had imagined. The illusory black dragon developed its own thoughts and consciousness.

Instead, it made Li Nanfang's own thoughts become completely aligned with the extremely evil and wicked nature of the Black Dragon.

Contempt for life, obliteration of humanity.

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