Chapter 1087 - 1087: Bold for No More Than 3 Seconds

The commotion caused over at the security gate instantly became the hot topic everyone was watching.

People who had been busy working just now all put down what they were doing and ran over to see what was going on.

Hua Ling, who had left the team earlier, also rushed to the scene at this moment and looked at Xiao Feng. "What's going on?"

Xiao Feng pointed at the pile of protective gear on the table, shook his head, and didn't explain much.

Of everyone present, the least nervous ones were, without a doubt, Xiao Feng and his group.

Not to mention anything else—just looking at that pile of gear on the table, was it even possible Hui Yi had a bomb on him?

"Can't you at least let me go to the bathroom and take the thing out there?" Hui Yi said, face dark.

The security officer barked, "What thing is it that you have to go to the bathroom to take it out?"

"Anyway, it's not the dangerous stuff you're thinking of."

"If it's not dangerous, then take it out right now and show us!"

For a moment, the scene fell into a stalemate.

Hui Yi gave Xiao Feng a pleading look, hoping the boss would speak up for him, but he waited for ages and got no response.

After a fierce ideological struggle, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm telling the truth anyway. Either find me a place with no one around so I can take it out, or we just keep wasting time here!"

"First time seeing Senior Brother being this tough." The Martial Monks were all filled with emotion inside.

And then…

A squad of fully armed men with submachine guns stepped to the front of the crowd, barrels aimed straight at Hui Yi.

Hui Yi shuddered on the spot, scared stiff. He raised his hands over his head and stammered, "D-don't shoot, I'm one of you!"

"…" The Martial Monks.

That toughness didn't even last three seconds, seriously!

Couldn't he hold on a little longer and not slap his own face so fast?

The security officer said impatiently, "Whether you're one of us isn't up to you. Hand over whatever you're hiding first."

"Hand…" Hui Yi looked embarrassed. "I can hand it over, but I have to take my pants off first. That's why I wanted somewhere with no people."

As soon as he said that, everyone's expressions shifted in different ways.

"You tell me first, what exactly are you hiding?" the security officer asked.

"Th-this…" Hui Yi once again got all shy and squirmy.

Xiao Feng couldn't keep watching. He walked over to the security officer, leaned close, and whispered something in his ear.

Seeing this, Hui Yi felt his heart turn "cold, so cold." His own boss was actually siding with the outsiders and turning the cannon inward. Seriously, whose boss does that!

After listening to Xiao Feng, the security officer frowned. "Can that work?"

"You'll only know if it works after you try," Xiao Feng said calmly.

The security officer thought about it and felt there was no harm in trying. He ran to one of the men holding a submachine gun, leaned to his ear, and muttered a string of words.

After hearing him out, that man nodded, then passed the message to the person next to him.

Like that, one passing it to another, all the armed men soon reached an understanding.

Hui Yi, on the other hand, got more and more panicked. Were they seriously discussing how to "execute" him?

The next second, all the gunmen clicked off their safeties in unison.

"I'll talk!" Hui Yi could no longer care about face at all. He hardened his heart and tugged his pants down.

And then…

A pair of gleaming iron underpants came into everyone's view.

Everyone was stunned!

The hell!

Someone actually took "protection" this far?

The corner of Xiao Feng's mouth twitched. While he was impressed, he also felt it didn't seem all that unreasonable.

Once bitten by a snake, you'll fear even a rope for ten years.

As someone who'd literally been shot in the ass, Hui Yi's approach was…well, understandable.

...

Once he took off the iron underpants, Hui Yi finally passed the security check smoothly.

Nobody after him pulled any more stunts; they all went through the procedures in an orderly fashion.

Hua Ling personally led Xiao Feng and the others to pick up their "training uniforms" and the necessary daily supplies, then arranged their lodging.

Honestly, the training uniforms didn't look bad. Standardized black, sturdy windproof material, plus they issued a chest badge with your number and name on it.

Xiao Feng's number was 009—easy to remember.

The dorm was a huge temporary barracks-style tent with rows of bunk beds inside. Judging by the number of beds, if it was full, it'd house a hundred and thirty people.

Of course, that was just the men's dorm.

As for the women's side, according to Du Qingyue, even at full capacity there were only about forty people—far fewer than the men.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head off first. You guys can go find the set-up assessment items and practice on your own for a bit," Hua Ling said, hands clasped behind his back, putting on his leader act.

Xiao Feng nodded. "Go ahead."

Hua Ling waved goodbye with a grin, walked a couple of steps, then turned back and said to the Martial Monks, "Keep an eye on your Senior Brother. Don't let him embarrass himself again."

"Don't worry, we'll keep a close watch on him," Hui Er responded readily.

"What are we doing now?" the little girl asked eagerly. "Are we going to train?"

Xiao Feng thought for a moment and said, "We'll make a call first, then figure out what's next."

"Makes sense," the little girl agreed.

The group marched off toward the tent set up specifically for making calls.

Inside the tent, there was only a single satellite phone, and when Xiao Feng and the others arrived, it happened to be free.

Xiao Feng picked up the satellite phone but didn't dial right away.

Even though no one had specifically said the calls would be recorded or anything like that,

as long as you weren't an idiot, you could guess how this kind of thing worked.

Which meant he couldn't say a lot of things too directly; he'd have to phrase them in a more subtle way.

However, before Xiao Feng could finish organizing his wording, a slick, greasy-looking guy walked over and urged, "Are you calling or not?

If you're not, hand the phone over to me first!"

Xiao Feng frowned. If he'd really been taking up too much time and people complained, he'd have accepted it.

But he'd had the phone for less than thirty seconds when someone came to rush him. That sat very badly with him.

"Dude, there's a lot of us lined up back here. Even if he gives up the phone, it wouldn't be your turn yet, would it?" Lone Wolf took a step forward, put his hand on the guy's shoulder, and glanced at his chest badge.

Number 053. Name: Pei Dengke.

Right then, Pei Dengke lowered his head to look at Lone Wolf's hand on his shoulder, displeasure flashing in his eyes. He lifted his own hand, intending to push Lone Wolf's away.

And the moment he raised his hand, Lone Wolf applied a bit of force.

"Hiss…"

Pei Dengke sucked in a sharp breath. His whole arm suddenly felt painfully numb and weak; he couldn't lift it at all for a while.

Lone Wolf withdrew his hand and smiled. "If you want to cut the line, just say so. Not that I'd agree, of course."

"You!" Pei Dengke glared at Lone Wolf, his eyes full of anger.

But he also knew he probably wasn't Lone Wolf's match. He glanced at Lone Wolf's chest badge and snarled, "032, I'll remember you!"

"Oh." Lone Wolf nodded. "And then?"

Pei Dengke snorted coldly, turned, and walked out of the tent.

During this time, Xiao Feng had figured out his phrasing and placed the call to Xue Nuofu.

Once the call connected, he told him the things he needed to pay attention to over the next few days.