Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Three
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Leng Yuhang spoke excitedly, “Are you crazy? You’ve given all the bullets to them—what about the others?”
Zhou Yu replied, “I’m not crazy or foolish. We’re short on ammunition, so we have to prioritize supplying the snipers. Starting the day after tomorrow, every soldier must switch to cold weapons.”
“Tomorrow, we’ll go search for weapons and then teach them.”
“I’ll teach knife and gun techniques, Xiaolong will teach swordsmanship and the use of the Japanese pirate’s sabers, and Xinxin will teach the dagger.”
“As for Xiaohu, let’s just call it practical hand-to-hand combat techniques.”
“Xiao Leng, you not only have to teach them your staff techniques but also parkour, and at the same time, they must learn to use their weapons while running instead of throwing them away.”
Leng Yuhang cursed, “Damn it, why do you always pile so much pressure on me? Am I not even allowed to have a relationship?”
Zhou Yu retorted, “Who’s stopping you? Isn’t Wang Lingling one of your soldiers? I just want you to spend more time with her, and you’re not happy about it?”
“Oh, by the way, your soldiers will have to train twice as hard.”
Leng Yuhang stood up, agitated, cursing again.
Zhou Yu rolled his eyes and said, “Better to sweat now than bleed outside later.”
Leng Yuhang was left speechless.
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Zhou Yu continued, “Haozi, don’t think you’re any better. Once you’re done there, you’re going to train under Xiao Leng.”
Even the usually calm Wang Hao was stirred. What kind of situation was this? He was already the weakest physically among them, even weaker than Pan Yuxin, a girl. Now they wanted him to train—and under Leng Yuhang, no less.
Wang Hao said, “Don’t joke around. I thought you were kidding just now.”
Zhou Yu replied, “I’m not joking. Not just you, but all your soldiers have to go. You’ll have to follow Xiao Leng’s instructions.”
“We don’t have enough ammunition to last long. Without ammo, what will you do? Commit suicide?”
“As I said, sweat now so you won’t bleed later.”
“You’re all older than me—whether in life experience or the time you’ve spent on the old path. You should understand what that means.”
“Don’t play dumb with me—that’s irresponsible toward yourselves.”
“When we first formed Shura, I admittedly used some unsavory methods to beat you all. You knew that, but still chose to build Shura with me.”
“You let me make the battle plans and so on. Maybe you could have done better, but you still chose to trust me.”
“Except for that one time with Xinxin, I’ve never let you down, right?”
“Would I send you to die? Could I send you to die? Would I send you to die?”
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Zhou Yu shouted this last part with passion.
Suddenly, Leng Yuhang said, “Haozi, if you’re training under me, be mentally prepared.”
Hearing Leng Yuhang’s words, Zhou Yu knew this was a sign of acceptance.
He stood up, bowed deeply to Liu Long and the others.
Liu Long frowned and asked, “What do you mean by that?”
Zhou Yu bared his teeth slightly and said, “Nothing much, just thanking you all for choosing to trust me once again.”
Liu Long looked at Zhou Yu’s face but said nothing.
In his heart, he was wondering what Zhou Yu was thinking.
First, Zhou Yu showed his teeth before speaking—either about to say something difficult yet necessary or having made a firm decision about something he didn’t want to reveal.
Clearly, Zhou Yu was not struggling to speak now.