Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 770 - 718: Gains and Losses

Razer never has the habit of selling out, he glanced at Yue Yi following Mountain Eagle's gaze...

The little guy was intently staring at the float, and whenever the feather-crafted float moved slightly, he would raise the fishing pole. Fascinated by the weightless feel, the little guy would cast the bait back into the water.

"Has your son been bitten too?"

Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "I don't know; I only discovered sothing different about him a few days ago. I've already sent blood samples from both of us to the hospital for detailed testing."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle recalled the origin of the wound on his wrist, so he reached out and rubbed Yue Yi's head, saying, "Xiao Yi, think carefully, did Balang ever bite you?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Yi furrowed his brows in thought for a while, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Dad, when you were on the hospital bed, Balang bit open your arm and your blood splashed on my face...

That day, Balang licked my face a few tis, and afterwards, bit my arm once.

Mom cried the whole ti, and it didn't hurt much for , so I didn't say anything...

Dad, it really didn't hurt; don't bla Balang!"

Mountain Eagle looked at the four small wounds left by canine teeth on the inside of Yue Yi's left forearm, both below and above, and shook his head bitterly...

The wounds were indeed very small, strictly speaking, they were rely four faint pale spots, completely different from the tear near the vein on Mountain Eagle's wrist.

If Yue Yi hadn't ntioned it himself, Mountain Eagle wouldn't have thought of these as wounds.

After confirming his son was bitten, Mountain Eagle looked a bit troubledly at Razer and said, "You ntioned other benefits besides becoming physically stronger, which I haven't felt at all...

Now tell the bad news, and hopefully, we have none either!"

Razer nodded slightly and said, "Since then, I've beco very easily excited and have made many mistakes because of it!"

Mountain Eagle frowned and carefully combed through his feelings over the past period, shaking his head while saying, "I haven't felt that feeling..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle worriedly glanced at his son, who he t again after the separation; indeed, he was sowhat different than before, becoming extrely lively, with a bit of aggression.

However, in the eyes of elder Mountain Eagle, it was practically a virtue because Yue Yi's displayed aggression contained a spirited unyieldingness.

Even after being knocked down by Luna countless tis, he never felt discouraged, even with complaints full of his mouth, he also never showed any annoyance towards Luna.

Mountain Eagle didn't know whether this was what Razer ant by a side effect, but if it were, he thought it was really not a problem.

This physiological 'aggressiveness,' if properly guided, can transform into a 'champion's temperant'!

Most top athletes that Mountain Eagle rembered had such characteristics, not just aggressiveness, so even exhibited a bit of obsession and full-blown aggression.

Looking at the nostalgic expression on Razer's old face, Mountain Eagle said sowhat helplessly, "Is there anything else?"

Razer sighed, saying, "Fertility!"

"What??"

Mountain Eagle thought he heard wrong, he frowned and said, "What did you say? Fertility?"

Razer nodded heavily and said, "I had two daughters and two sons before the issue arose, but in the past four years, I only fathered one son, and there has been no further activity.

I went to the hospital for an examination at the ti, and the doctor said that my body's hormone levels were abnormal, and my tabolism was very rapid, potentially affecting my lifespan.

They advised to live in highlands or low oxygen areas, and I need very expensive dication to control the body's tabolism to avoid rapid aging."

Having heard this, Mountain Eagle remarked with amazent, "You initially had two daughters and one son, then you had one more son, and you call this a fertility issue?"

Razer nodded with a heavy expression, saying, "Isn't this a problem?

Haven't you felt an especially strong desire in that aspect?

Inuit people stay ho for 6 to 8 months during the winter, but in four years, I've only fathered one son; isn't this a problem?

As n, we need sufficient descendants; I've lost that ability, isn't this a problem?

And when I went for a check-up, the doctor also said I had issues..."

Mountain Eagle thought discussing issues of libido and childbirth with an Inuk elder over sixty seed a bit daft...

Around the Arctic Circle, with no entertainnt activities, conjured up from being cooped indoors for months, wouldn't it just seem natural to alleviate loneliness through that bond between n and won?

As for Mountain Eagle, he exhibited absolute restraint, even though he admitted the issue existed, it was absolutely not as severe as Razer described...

If exhibiting lasting endurance, and slightly increased frequencies within a short ti counted as a side effect, then Mountain Eagle thought the world's n would all desire it.

Regarding fertility concerns, Mountain Eagle found no empathy; he thought if Razer had the ability to have his already four-child-bearing wife conceive again and deliver a son, there should be no major issues for himself and his son in the future.

Bearing fewer, raising better, for a happy lifeti, was a command he heard since youth widely promoted.

It's entirely contrary to the Inui tradition, which, to maximize family labor and annually fleece thousands of US Dollars, emphasizes relentless childbirth.

What worried Mountain Eagle was Razer's so-called tabolic issue...

Looking at Razer's sowhat peculiar expression, Mountain Eagle smacked his lips and said, "Honestly speaking, I have enough children, I don't consider this a significant issue...

"You just ntioned that your tabolism is having issues, what are its specific manifestations?"

"What exactly are the side effects?"

"I haven't seen any side effects on you, especially regarding lifespan. You look even more energetic than many young people."

Razer frowned at Mountain Eagle and said, "How old do you think I am now?"

Mountain Eagle shrugged and said, "63? 65?"

Razer shook his head and said, "I'm 67, and I've looked like this for fifteen years now...

I joined the Arctic Fox at 35. I was the fittest mber of the team, whether it was physical strength, energy, endurance, recovery ability, concentration, shooting skills—I was the best.

I had been severely injured several tis, but every ti, I could return to the battlefield within three months.

But when I turned 50, I discovered that when carrying out missions in areas with lower altitudes and higher oxygen levels, I beca easily fatigued and often experienced dizziness.

We were working in Sierra Leone at that ti, and within two years, I had transford from a middle-aged man into who I am now.

I went to the best hospital in the United States for an examination...

They told there was a defect in my body, and the fatigue and dizziness I was experiencing were symptoms of oxygen toxicity.

Long-term work in such high-oxygen areas would imbalance my tabolic system, accelerate my aging, and in the worst cases, could induce acute organ failure."

Mountain Eagle listened, sowhat horrified, and said to Razer, "Are you joking?

You an you suddenly aged seventeen years ago and beca like this in just two years?

How did you manage to maintain your physical condition later?

I don't think you're much worse off than Blood Fox and the others."

Razer shook his head with a complex expression and said, "I spent all my savings on hospital treatnt for about six months, and finally, I chose to go ho.

I thought I couldn't hold out for long, but three years later, Odin found a witch dicine called 'Tomica Grass' for from Sierra Leone..."

Mountain Eagle, hearing this, said excitedly, "Did that herb cure your problem?"

Razer's gaze flickered, and he shook his head, saying, "I'm not sure, but my aging indeed stopped and maintained to the present.

I went to the hospital again; they said my tabolic level hadn't returned to normal, but my cellular vitality was strengthened, and the so-called genetic defect had disappeared.

However, the doctors who examined told my life expectancy was still not very optimistic."

Mountain Eagle looked anxious and frowned, "Life expectancy?"

Razer shook his head and said, "How they calculated it, I'm not clear. It seems related to cellular activity and division counts."

As he spoke, Razer suddenly laughed and said, "You surely won't believe it, they predicted I could live to 95. Hahaha, what would make them think an Inuit could live to 95?"

Then Razer extended his hand to Mountain Eagle and said, "Want to test it?"

Mountain Eagle, with a heavy expression, reached out to shake hands with Razer, feeling Razer's grip gradually tighten, he instinctively began to exert force to counter...

Razer's grip was like a tightening vise, cold and extrely powerful, which shocked Mountain Eagle, who hadn't found a match in strength since recovering.

In contrast to Mountain Eagle's surprise, Razer was also sowhat shocked because he realized he was using all his strength, yet Mountain Eagle's expression remained relaxed, as if accommodating him, the pressure in his grip only gradually increasing.

If Razer's hand was a vise, then Mountain Eagle's grip was like a hydraulic vise, seemingly casual but with a frighteningly stable increase in power.

A few minutes later, Razer nodded in admiration and released his hand...

"Judging by your appearance, you're much stronger than when I was younger..."

Mountain Eagle smiled bitterly and said, "What good does it do? To gain so things, you must lose others. No benefits co without a cost."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle glanced at Zack and his son, then bitterly said, "Zack and them have excellent physical attributes and extrely strong dynamic vision.

But they have severe allergy problems, even though confird allergens can be controlled, it's still a flaw.

According to what you said, the problems of and my son might be even bigger!

At least you have exceptional hearing to assist you in nightti hunting. I lack such marvelous abilities yet might endure similar aftermaths.

What the hell is this?"

Razer, seeing Mountain Eagle so dejected, suddenly grinned and said, "Do you wish to live to a hundred?

Is that Tomica Grass hard to find for you?

Besides, your situation isn't exactly the sa as mine; at least, I didn't lie on a sickbed, struggling on the brink of death for nearly two months.

Perhaps you are different from !"