In the break room of the Youming Ya Group's security departnt, more than a dozen shirtless young n, with their robust and muscular upper bodies exposed, were clenching their teeth, standing on a single leg, maintaining a "一字马" posture.
They have been standing since the start of their shift, close to the end of work now, their foreheads covered in sweat, everyone's teeth chattering, yet still daring not to relax the slightest.
Liming his way over, Long Wuhui filled a cup of water from the dispenser, beaming as he shuffled back to his seat, observing these lads who, just a few days ago, were full of provocation, wanting to show him up.
This move was one of the most basic everyday training exercises for new recruits in the Dragon Tooth Unit back in the day, yet it already seed unbearable for these so-called "elites" from Wang Dajun's faction.
Lin Hai had undergone this kind of training back then, which laid the foundation for his solid leg skills.
Almost everyone was cursing the old limp man in front of them in their hearts.
"Damn it, what's the use of this kind of training!"
"He's just deliberately ssing with us!"
"Bloody hell, if it wasn't for Lin Hai now being the president, I wouldn't give a damn about him!"
"Damn, why hasn't Captain Wang co down yet, to rescue us, can't hold on much longer."
Of course, these words could only be said in their hearts; they didn't dare to speak out of turn in front of the Old Limp Man.
Long Wuhui, lighting up a cigarette and taking a sip of steaming hot water, said, "Back in the days, I specialized in dealing with the insubordinate; such child's play, and yet you guys can't even keep up. Tsk tsk, disappointing."
Wang Dajun's "elite" squadron instantly gritted their teeth with resentnt but dared not express their anger.
Fan Jian and others were on patrol outside, but they were sneakily glancing over discreetly.
Seeing Wang Dajun's n in a tough spot gave them imnse satisfaction, and they secretly admired the Old Master Long.
"What are you guys doing?" Wang Dajun, coming down from upstairs in a terrible mood, asked loudly when he saw this scene.
"Are you not working properly? What acrobatics are you playing at here!" Wang Dajun's anger was vented upon these n.
One of the young security guards answered with a pained expression, "Brother Wang, it's not that we want to do this, we were forced into it."
"What forced into it?!" Wang Dajun frowned.
"I was the one who asked them to do it," Long Wuhui explained with a smile.
Hearing this, Wang Dajun turned his head, and his gaze towards Long Wuhui instantly beca as sharp as could be, while also stealthily sizing up the Old Limp Man.
Unfortunately, Wang Dajun was deeply disappointed once again.
He had thought he would encounter a "fellow" of similar strength to himself.
But upon seeing Long Wuhui's face worn by the years and that mundane gaze, he was deeply disappointed.
"Another worthless one, birds of a feather with Lin Hai!" Wang Dajun sneered internally.
"They are the elite security personnel of the company, bearing the company's safety on their shoulders, what right do you have to order them to do these aningless things?" Wang Dajun loudly challenged Long Wuhui.
He had the utmost disdain for the worthless, even if this one seed a bit older; he couldn't gain a shred of respect from Wang Dajun, who revered only the strong.
In Wang Dajun's eyes, Long Wuhui was at most an outdated fossil, relying on Lin Hai's connection to the company just to scrape by.
"I'm laying foundations for them, their basics are too weak, facing an expert they'd only have the options to flee or die," Long Wuhui explained with a laugh, not minding Wang Dajun's contemptuous gaze.
Years of selling skewered lamb, he had grown accustod to that disdain and apathy; his mindset was already as calm as water.
"Laying foundations? Hmpf, I think you're just ssing around!" Wang Dajun snorted disdainfully.
The great Huaxia's Viper Unit, they are the elite of the special forces, he, Wang Dajun, even more an expert among the elites, but he had never seen such a "bizarre" training thod.
一字马, what's the use of that?
What's most important is training for strength, fitness, speed, and combat.
Is it supposed to be that facing an enemy, you'd strike a side split pose and wait for them to beat you to death? Ridiculous!
"Young man, you don't understand, fundantals are the most important," Long Wuhui continued to explain.
Wang Dajun snorted angrily, too lazy to waste words with Long Wuhui, and commanded his subordinates loudly, "Get it together right now, and go on patrol!"
The group, already intolerable of the pain, heard the command and were overjoyed as if granted amnesty, their faces showing excited happiness.
Before anyone could react, Long Wuhui's indifferent voice rose, "No one's to move without my command. Move even an inch, and you'll be doing an extra hour."
The group's faces showed difficulty, their eyes filled with distressed looks, yet no one dared to move a muscle.
After all, disobeying this Old Limp Man could very likely get them fired and sent packing.
Wang Dajun's face turned extrely ugly, the damned Old Limp Man actually dared to defy him.
"Old Limp Man, I am the security captain here, it's not your place to command my n!"
"Sorry, I am the security captain too, and you are now the deputy," said Long Wuhui unhurriedly.
Wang Dajun squinted his eyes, a sharp light reflecting in them, and said to Long Wuhui word by word, "What qualifies you to be the security captain for the Youming Ya Group? Is it because you're a nepotism hire?"
"In the security departnt, everything is determined by strength!"
Long Wuhui recognized that this guy must be at odds with Lin Lengzi, speaking in a confrontational manner.
"If you have any problems, go talk to the president," Long Wuhui didn't bother with him.
Wang Dajun held even more disdain for Long Wuhui in his heart, such a reply was clearly soone who relied on clout to show off!
He decided to teach this Old Limp Man, who was utterly clueless about his own place, a lesson.
"Limp Man, if you're a man, solve it the man's way!"
"Sorry, but you're probably no match for ," Long Wuhui answered lightly.
Then, realization hit Wang Dajun, and his face suddenly flashed with anger.
The dead Old Limp Man, truly just like that trash Lin Hai, speaking obscenities, does a man's way in his eyes an comparing... lengths?
"Hmph, Old Limp Man, stop playing dumb here. If you want to have a say in the security departnt, get past first. Either get lost imdiately, or have a one-on-one duel."
"Why should I have a one-on-one duel with you?" Long Wuhui asked, genuinely puzzled as he blinked.
The more Long Wuhui acted this way, the more Wang Dajun believed the Limp Man was scared of a one-on-one fight.
He suddenly filled with confidence and chortled coldly, "Limp Man, chirp out if you're scared, and I won't hide it from you—I'm from the Viper Unit."
After saying this, he puffed out his chest with pride. The grand reputation of the Viper Unit would make other units look up to them with respect.
"Oh, Little Bug Army, I've heard of it before," Long Wuhui nodded indifferently, tapped the ash from his cigarette, showing unconcern.
This attitude infuriated Wang Dajun even more.
Damn it, he dares to call my unit a Little Bug?
"Dead Old Limp Man, which trash unit's reject are you?"
Long Wuhui's cigarette-tapping hand paused mid-air, and he abruptly asked Wang Dajun, "What did you just say about my old unit?"
"Limp Man, are you deaf? I'm asking you, what trash unit's reject are you?!"
"You're saying my unit is trash?" Long Wuhui seed to be confirming sothing.
With his head held high arrogantly, nose sniffing down on Long Wuhui, Wang Dajun casually said, "Below the Viper Unit, all other units are trash rejects. In the military, experts are respected, hmph!"
"One-on-one duel then, young man, can we start now?" Long Wuhui tossed away his cigarette butt, his face cold and expressionless, icily stating.
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