Official Career Storm
Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Chapter 364

Song Guanchao, wearing only his underwear, walked to the clearing and said, "Come on."

The soldier replied, "Fists and feet have no eyes..."

"That’s enough, no more nonsense, hurry up and come at me."

The soldier was cut off mid-sentence and felt a little unhappy.

He fell silent and, clenching his fists, charged forward.

He aimed for Song Guanchao’s head, a punch directed straight at the temple.

"Bang!"

Before the punch could reach him, Song Guanchao kicked out with a foot that arrived first, hitting the soldier squarely in the stomach.

The soldier felt an overwhelming force surge into him, his body uncontrollably retreating, flipping over and falling to the ground.

Just as he was trying to get up, he suddenly saw Song Guanchao standing in front of him, not knowing when he had approached, with the bottom of a size 45 shoe appearing before his eyes, stopping less than two centimeters from his face.

The soldier’s strength drained away and he stopped resisting.

Song Guanchao reached out, pulled him up, and said, "Fighting isn’t about brute strength, you have to use your brain. You don’t even know my capabilities and you approached so close. When you throw a punch, you have to think about how you’ll retreat, but not only did you not retreat, you left yourself wide open. Aren’t you asking for trouble?"

Listening to Song Guanchao’s words, the soldier’s face showed a contemplative expression.

The soldiers surrounding them were all stunned.

They had thought there would be at least a tussle.

But instead, it was over with one kick?

However, many felt it was just luck.

"I’ll go next!"

Another one stepped forward.

Song Guanchao didn’t mind, "Those who want to fight, line up."

A few seconds later, the second man was flipped over.

Ten seconds later, the third man was taken down by Song Guanchao in a grappling throw.

Half an hour later, no one stepped forward.

In their eyes, as they looked at Song Guanchao, was filled with admiration.

Even if it were a war of attrition, half an hour could be exhausting.

But the fact was, they didn’t even come close to touching the hem of Song Guanchao’s clothes.

Moreover, Song Guanchao was simply an endurance monster.

For half an hour straight, he wasn’t out of breath, his power still abundant.

They finally understood why he was the Soldier King.

In terms of individual combat ability, throughout the entire Nanjiang Military District, they had really never seen anyone who could compare with Song Guanchao.

Not even Zeng Yingrong!

"Mr. Song, let’s compare shooting!" Suddenly someone said.

Their way of addressing Song Guanchao had changed as well.

Guns...

Song Guanchao suddenly felt a bit itchy.

Since retiring, he had only handled a gun when dealing with robbers.

He looked towards Political Commissioner Zhong, "Political Commissioner Zhong, how about I help you train these lads?"

Political Commissioner Zhong laughed and said, "Sure."

This wasn’t a breach of military discipline.

Inviting a retired veteran to serve as a guide and help with training was proper, legal, and reasonable.

Soon, someone brought over pistols and rifles.

Song Guanchao held them in his hands, overcome with emotion.

During his time in the service, he touched guns every day until he was sick of them.

After retiring, on the contrary, he missed them terribly.

A soldier came over and said, "Mr. Song, shall we compete in quick disassembly?"

Zeng Yingrong said, "Guan Chao, blindfold yourself. Don’t bully them."

The soldier was displeased, "Captain Zeng, is that necessary? What’s the point of blindfolding?"

Zeng Yingrong laughed and said, "Without the blindfold, you’re just asking for punishment. Of course, with the blindfold, you’re still asking for punishment."

The soldier kept quiet and said no more, obviously unconvinced.

"Still, let’s go with the blindfold."

Song Guanchao smiled, took an eye mask, and put it on.

Political Commissioner Zhong was also interested, "I’ll be the judge."

All the other soldiers gathered around.

High-wattage bulbs shone on the table in the military barracks.

Both men took their position, one on the left and the other on the right. Following Political Commissioner Zhong’s "Start," they both began to rapidly disassemble their guns.

Though Song Guanchao couldn’t see, to him, the gun was just an extension of his body.

With swift movements, a pistol was dismantled into scattered pieces in a flash.

After disassembling, he quickly reassembled.

"Damn!"

"So fast!"

"Monkey, can you even compete? Mr. Song has started reassembling; why haven’t you finished disassembling yet?"

Around them, a chorus of shocked voices arose.

Monkey was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He was already going fast.

However...

"Done."

As Political Commissioner Zhong finished speaking, Monkey looked down at the half-assembled pistol in his hand, then at Song Guanchao, whose gun was already complete.

What was key was that Song Guanchao was still blindfolded.

"I give up!" Monkey felt the gap between himself and Song Guanchao.

It was even bigger than the difference between a human and a dog.

Song Guanchao asked, "Still want to compete? How about we try shooting?"

"Sure!"

A few minutes later, they stood on the firing range, aiming at twenty-meter targets.

Although it was just twenty meters, without aiming devices, the targets twenty meters away were barely bigger than ants.

Often times, marksmanship is about the muscle memory of the body.

Monkey raised the gun, aimed, adjusted his breathing, bang, fired one shot, and after a few seconds, another.

After firing all rounds, someone went to retrieve the target.

Monkey glanced at it; the worst shot was in the seventh ring.

All eyes then turned to Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao eyed the target twenty meters away, adjusted his breathing, and then with an uplifted hand went "bang bang bang" consecutively without a moment’s pause.

A group of soldiers watched in astonishment. Could one actually shoot like that?

After a few seconds, Song Guanchao set down his gun.

The soldiers brought over the target.

Everyone looking at the center hole of the target silenced.

Not a single wasted bullet; every shot was a bullseye.

They despaired.

They couldn’t beat him in a fight, outdo him in dismantling guns, or win against him in marksmanship.

This guy was simply a born soldier!

Yet somehow, he had chosen to enter politics.

At that moment, everyone had the same thought: What was Mr. Song thinking?

The barbecue lasted until three in the morning before it ended.

After eating his fill, playing with guns, Song Guanchao was content.

He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.

"Don’t leave tonight; get some sleep and you can leave in the morning."

Zeng Yingrong arranged a room for him.

Song Guanchao quickly showered and then went to rest.

"Xiao Li, you sleep in this room. If you need anything, just call me; I’m next door," Zeng Yingrong arranged a room for his sister.

Zeng Li’s dark eyes spun, gazing towards Song Guanchao’s room.

Seeing that look in her eyes, Zeng Yingrong’s face darkened: "Xiao Li, don’t mess around."

Zeng Li glared at him indignantly: "Mess around with what!"

"You..." Zeng Yingrong didn’t quite know what to say.

After all, Zeng Li was just looking.

"Hmph!" Zeng Li snorted, suddenly hugging his arm, "Brother, when Guan Chao was in the army, he overshadowed you. Don’t you want to get your limelight back?"

Zeng Yingrong responded wordlessly, "What limelight? The military values capability. He’s more capable than me; I’m not envious."

Zeng Li hummed, "You say you’re not envious, but deep down you definitely mind. Don’t pretend. Don’t think I don’t know."

Zeng Yingrong stayed quiet. Deep inside, he was indeed a bit jealous.

Zeng Li said, "Once he marries me, he’ll be your brother-in-law. Then he’ll have to address you as ’Brother-in-law’ all the time, you’d be on top of him for the rest of your life. Doesn’t thinking about it make you happy?"

"..."

Zeng Li coaxed gently, "I’ll go to his room tonight, and you must promise not to tell mom, dad, or grandpa about this."

"..." Zeng Yingrong guessed what might happen, feeling a bit torn inside.

After all, this was his own little sister!

Watching his own sister go after a man, so boldly at that, left a bad taste in his mouth.

It was like having tended a tender cabbage all your life, only for it to be uprooted by a pig.

Though Song Guanchao was no pig... it was just disagreeable.

He wanted to persuade her otherwise, but Zeng Li said, "I’m going. Remember, don’t tell mom and dad, or I’ll never speak to you again!"

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