Chapter 11 Do you think your brother knows what a mess you are?

Chapter 11 Do you think your brother knows what a mess you are?

Jian Li didn’t shy away from the camera; his brows furrowed with disgust.

People like Lu Yuanhang, who drag others down even as they face death, were all too common among foreign private mercenaries.

Anyone who showed the slightest bit of compassion would easily end up in a pitiful state, unable to even be recognized by their own mother.

Even kneeling before the King of Hell, one might not fully understand how they met their end.

Having survived countless battles, Jian Li certainly wouldn’t show any kindness to Lu Yuanhang. He stopped abruptly and looked down coldly, "I suggest that someone with your constitution shouldn’t participate in high-intensity reality shows. Not only does it increase the risk of death, but it also backstabs others."

At the speed they were running, if he had been pulled down, the fall would have been severe.

The medical staff was on their way. Lying on the field, Lu Yuanhang half-closed his eyes and spoke weakly, "I’m sorry, Brother Jian Li, I just reached out instinctively..."

"Can your acting be as minimal as your IQ?" Jian Li interrupted him and turned around without finishing, "Sorry, but I still have training tasks to complete. I won’t disturb you while you continue filming this pathetic scene."

The camera followed Jian Li’s gradually receding figure, and the live stream exploded with comments:

"A teammate falls, and Jian Li doesn’t even help, instead saying a bunch of cold remarks? Does he have any empathy at all?!"

"I think Jian Li is right. Someone like Lu Yuanhang, with his delicate persona, isn’t suited for an adventure reality show. This is just the training phase; if we were in the jungle executing escape missions, he’d probably die even faster!"

"The director of Lone Warrior has already emphasized that reality shows are brutal, survival of the fittest. Running a few steps and already being exhausted—how can we continue filming?!"

"Since they’re teammates, shouldn’t they support each other? When did selfish and self-centered comments like Jian Li’s become the norm? It’s terrifying!"

"Don’t morally pressure anyone! This is a solo game! No need for teammates! Support Jian Li; the weak should be eliminated!"

"..."

As Lu Yuanhang was carried away on a stretcher and rested in the medical room, he sneaked out his phone to check the live stream comments when the staff wasn’t looking.

He thought Jian Li’s arrogant demeanor would incite public outrage and garner sympathy for himself, the innocent newcomer isolated from the start.

But the result?

The comments were overwhelmingly one-sided!

They called him a product of overseas castration plans, a wimp,

And even tried to boycott him, demanding his removal from the show?!

What was happening in this world?

Had everyone lost their minds?!

Lu Yuanhang’s eyes reddened with anger. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number, which was quickly answered, "Brother—"

"They’re bullying me—"

—

In reality, the training ground wasn’t large.

Twenty laps ended quickly.

Running at a steady pace, Jian Li was the first to return to his position.

The instructor pressed the stopwatch and nodded, "Good job, almost breaking the record. If no one had delayed you, you could have broken it."

He paused, glancing at the newly standing participants, "You did well too."

All of you are promising talents.

The last sentence remained unspoken.

As a retired officer from a certain Army unit, he bore a secret mission entrusted by the organization and couldn’t reveal his emotions casually.

"For the next half-month of training, I will be with you. Last night, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Feng Dayuan," Feng Dayuan resumed his stern expression, his voice firm, "You can call me Instructor Feng."

"During this time, I will treat everyone equally and show no mercy. If you fear hardship, leave now and don’t waste everyone’s time!"

"I sincerely hope you become true heroes on the training ground, not weaklings lying on the ground!"

At this point, a faint voice sounded,

"Reporting, Instructor, I want to rejoin the team."

Feng Dayuan didn’t turn around, "I can’t hear you. Speak louder!"

Lu Yuanhang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Reporting! I want to rejoin the team!"

Feng Dayuan turned around, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes, much better." Lu Yuanhang suppressed his anger and nodded obediently.

Wasn’t that comment about weaklings directed at him?!

How dare a temporary instructor be so condescending?!

Hmph, he doesn’t know his place.

Once my brother increases the investment, I’ll start with you!

Lu Yuanhang sneered inwardly and walked briskly to join the formation.

"Today's basic physical training ends here," Feng Dayuan spoke succinctly and immediately announced the next task. "Get dressed in your bulletproof vests; we're heading to the shooting range."

"Shooting range?" Lu Yuanhang repeated with excitement.

Feng Dayuan frowned and glared at him. "What? Are you afraid of loud noises? Do you get dizzy easily?"

"No," Lu Yuanhang hurriedly waved his hands. "I'm not afraid."

Not only am I not afraid, but I'm also looking forward to it!

A task that doesn't require much physical effort is right up my alley.

After all, I've been going to the club with Brother Siqi since I was young, so my shooting skills are decent,

more than enough to handle this training session.

With this thought, he looked at Jian Li with a pleasant mood, noticing that the face he envied had darkened, which secretly delighted him.

Last time, during the shooting segment on the variety show, I arranged for someone to embarrass this guy. The ejected shell almost disfigured him,

tsk tsk, what a pity,

leaving just a bit of psychological trauma...

Don't cry later!

On the way to the shooting range, Jian Li seemed distracted.

It wasn't until he put on the bulletproof vest and picked up the CZ P-10 C that his eyes began to sparkle.

Finally—

Finally!

Touching the old friend he used to be with every day, the excitement was indescribable...

In fact, he couldn't describe it because the malicious male side character had approached.

"Brother Jian Li, are you scared to touch it? Don't worry, tell the instructor, and he'll definitely give you special treatment." Lu Yuanhang picked up the CZ P-10 C calmly while sneering, "After all, we all know you once peed yourself out of fear."

Jian Li glanced at him sideways. "Your shit-like appearance—does your shit brother know about it?"

"W-What?" Lu Yuanhang was confused. "Why are you slurring your words?"

"Pfft!" Yuan Feng, who had been holding back laughter, couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What slurring? He's just saying 'shit'!"

What a brilliant insult!

Jian Li is really talented!

Seeing Yuan Feng laugh until tears streamed down his face, Lu Yuanhang finally realized he had been insulted again. His face turned black, and he raised the metal gun to point at Jian Li's forehead.

He expected this jerk to be scared witless, but as soon as he lifted his arm, he found his hand empty.

"You—"

Lu Yuanhang panicked for a moment, then stared dumbfounded as Jian Li dismantled the metal gun like a toy.

Before he could say anything, he received a heavy slap across the face.

"Anyone who messes around on the shooting range, get out!"