Chapter 8: Blood Boiling

After chatting for a long time in the scholar's courtyard, Zhao Heng and Lu Meng came down the mountain, hugging each other's shoulders.

They were used to Uncle Feng's annual comings and goings, so they weren't too sad. After a few words of advice, they left, still shouting military songs with high spirits. The people of Lu Family Village seemed to be familiar with their style, so they just smiled and didn't say much. However, a child rushed up, shouting with great respect:

"Brother Heng, Brother Meng!"

"Three Thousand, what's up?"

Lu Meng glanced at him, "Did someone bully you?"

"No!"

The child approached Zhao Heng and Lu Meng with a mix of respect and fear, swallowing hard, and then pulled out a piece of paper from his chest and handed it to Zhao Heng: "Brother Heng, the lady in white from yesterday left you a note. It has her private phone number. She said if you have any difficulties in the future, just find her!"

Lu Sanqian bowed slightly and respectfully handed the note to Zhao Heng.

"Something from your sister-in-law?"

Lu Meng snatched the slightly elegant note and indeed saw a phone number and the name "Bei Ruyan." He immediately patted Zhao Heng playfully: "Brother Heng, it seems that woman has a crush on you. Look, she even gave you her private number. I suggest you send her a greeting text every day."

"Over time, you'll win her over."

Lu Meng stood straight, sharing his valuable advice: "Brother Heng, the next time you see your sister-in-law, you must pick the reddest rose and the most dazzling diamond for her, and then tear open your shirt and tell her you love her. Although it's cliché and melodramatic, every woman likes it, no exceptions."

"Maybe you won't need Uncle Feng's methods to win a woman."

In Lu Meng's view, although Uncle Feng's words could inspire people and make them fight with passion, it was an extremely difficult path. Moreover, offering half a kingdom as a dowry seemed too heavy and not worth it. After all, women couldn't compare to a kingdom. With a kingdom, would you still worry about not having women?

Lu Meng was always very direct and domineering when pursuing girls at school. He would show his most formidable side, picking fights with the toughest students. His well-trained muscles were sharp and rugged, like mountain ranges, exuding a powerful aura. He often pounded his chest and roared like a gorilla when girls walked by.

As he put it, "When a tiger roars, the world submits."

Zhao Heng ignored Lu Meng's advice. After glancing at the note, he put it in his pocket and patted Lu Sanqian's shoulder: "Three Thousand, thank you! If you get into trouble at school, just mention Lu Meng's name. If anyone dares to argue, tell him, and he'll take care of them."

Lu Sanqian was overjoyed: "Thank you, Brother Heng."

Lu Meng stared at Lu Sanqian with wide eyes, indignant: "Brother Heng, this is a tough job! How can I, a famous hero, go and bully kids in elementary school? If I do that for Lu Sanqian, how can I face my women and my brothers?"

"It's settled! Didn't you just bully a kid yesterday?"

Zhao Heng waved his hand, not allowing Lu Meng to object, and then hopped down the mountain. The image of the beautiful woman flashed in his mind. He never lacked for girls at school, and Lu Meng often brought him class beauties and school beauties, but he wasn't interested in any of them. Only Bei Ruyan made his heart flutter.

"Could this be love?"

Zhao Heng rubbed his head, a hint of confusion crossing his resolute face. Seeing Zhao Heng's agile figure and joyful expression in mid-air, Lu Meng was speechless for a moment, muttering to himself: "He used to be like a rock, a man of virtue, but now, he's suddenly erupting like a volcano? And he always calls me a pervert, damn!"

He pushed Lu Sanqian aside and chased after Zhao Heng.

Lu Sanqian looked at the two figures with admiration in his eyes.

Time flies like an arrow, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Heng not only received the admission notice from Huanghai University's School of Economics as he wished, but he and Lu Meng also received their first bounty reward, 200,000 yuan. Although Zhao Heng knew the remaining 800,000 yuan would likely be a lost cause, the 200,000 yuan still made him very happy.

After all, it was equivalent to the Lu family's ten years of income!

Lu Meng, however, was indignant. The 1,000,000 yuan earned with his life had shrunk to 200,000 yuan, shattering his dreams of buying a car, guns, and women. If Zhao Heng hadn't stopped him in time, he would have taken a kitchen knife and slashed the police officer who brought the money, then taken him to the police station to demand the remaining 800,000 yuan.

Zhao Heng took the knife from him and promised to find Sima Qing and Bei Ruyan to get back the 800,000 yuan when the opportunity arose. Only then did Lu Meng calm down and start counting the money in the courtyard. He didn't let the police officer leave until he confirmed there were no fake bills. The police officer, who had intended to play the role of a benefactor, immediately ran away.

As he put it, these two guys were too outrageous.

The next day, the two brothers drank all day, from sunrise to sunset. The table was piled high with empty bottles, neatly arranged like rows of soldiers on parade. Zhao Heng remained calm throughout, but his eyes grew brighter with each drink, eventually shining so brightly they were almost blinding. He had never been able to get drunk.

Lu Meng, on the other hand, drank until his face was red and his body radiated heat.

Lu Xingcheng, Lu Meng's father, did not stop the two sons from drinking to celebrate. The always open-minded man even put down his work and joined them. In the afternoon, in the Lu family courtyard, the three of them bit into cured meat, raised their bottles, and drank the strong, sharp liquor, shouting in delight.

"Come, eat more."

At the dinner table, Lu Meng's mother made many dishes that Zhao Heng liked. In her eyes, Zhao Heng was also her child, though she didn't join in their revelry, preferring to stay busy in the kitchen. Only when pouring wine and serving dishes did she look at Zhao Heng with a motherly, loving gaze, full of joy.

"Zhao Heng, do you have any wishes?"

Lu Father, tipsy, suddenly stopped eating: "Or what kind of person do you want to become in the future?"

Zhao Heng raised a glass of strong liquor and drank it, sighing with the smell of alcohol, unsure how to answer. Lu Meng, however, stopped drinking, raised his thumb, and said with a hearty laugh: "Dad, isn't that a redundant question? Brother Heng, this amazing person, is destined to be the ruler at the top of the pyramid, admired and respected by all."

Lu Father was slightly stunned but then agreed: "That's right!"

Although he had adopted Zhao Heng for seventeen years and was a rugged and passionate man himself, Lu Xingcheng had to admit he could never fully understand his extremely calm and dynamic child. Zhao Heng's eyes, though clear and pure, were also deep and intimidating.

"What kind of person?"

Zhao Heng straightened up, his eyes deep like the sea:

"A person who holds the power to kill and reclines on the knees of beautiful women!"

This child was born to be a king, a leader, as Lu Meng put it. So, Lu Father didn't press Zhao Heng for specific life goals. Instead, he picked up the wine bottle and refilled their glasses, then turned his gaze to the troublemaker Lu Meng, pointing at him: "Lu Meng, what about you?"

Lu Meng's eyes sparkled: "Me?"

"I want to be Dong Fangxiong, always charging into battle for Brother Heng."

At that moment, Lu Meng seemed like a divine being descended from heaven, his black eyes radiating a cold, ruthless, and iron-hard determination. Lu Xingcheng was slightly stunned, not by his son's ferocity, which he was already familiar with, but by the fact that Lu Meng's bond with Zhao Heng had only grown stronger with age.

He felt relieved: "United, we are invincible."

However, he was not impressed by his son's ambition. Dong Fangxiong, a household name in Huaguo, was the first general, who seventeen years ago led 300,000 troops to block a six-nation coalition, charging in and out seven times, leaving the enemy without a single soldier. He then led eighteen warriors to the enemy's capital, beheading the coalition's commander-in-chief.

Dong Fangxiong then led the army north, not only recapturing the border occupied by the coalition but also invading the territory of the culprit, Vietnam, wiping out 80,000 enemies in two days and occupying thirteen towns, forcing the Vietnamese border officials to flee to the capital. Huaguo's people were elated.

This battle made Dong Fangxiong famous.

He then participated in several more border wars, winning all thirteen battles.

All forces that intended to invade Huaguo's border were defeated by him, making the surrounding six countries tremble in fear. Vietnam, in particular, feared Dong Fangxiong. It was said that even with just three battalions, Dong Fangxiong could make 30,000 Vietnamese border troops flee.

For Lu Meng to become like Dong Fangxiong would be an almost impossible goal.

"Maybe I won't come back, do you understand? Do you understand?"

Lu Meng, who had always aspired to be a military general, suddenly shouted, tearing off his shirt to reveal his strong muscles. The setting sun illuminated his skin, making it glow. He sang "Blood-Stained Glory": "Maybe I will fall and never rise again, will you still wait for me forever?"

Zhao Heng, moved by Lu Meng's emotion, stood up, his body straight like a pole, and joined in: "If that's the case, don't be sad. The flag of the Republic is stained with our blood. If that's the case, don't be sad..."

"The flag of the Republic is stained with our blood."

Lu Xingcheng smiled with satisfaction. The two young men, wearing loose pants and bare-chested, hugged each other and sang loudly with the powerful melody. The stirring military song echoed in the courtyard, inspiring and flying out, drawing the attention of nearby villagers and stirring a sense of passion and determination in them.

Zhao Heng believed that Lu Meng would surely become a great general of Huaguo.

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