Chapter 89

"Your grandmother, what a wimp! You actually want to compete with me in a gunfight, you idiot!" The fat man glanced at the unconscious Zhao Laosan and sneered.

From Zhao Laosan's shooting speed, it was clear that he wasn't even at the level of Sai Diaochan. To think he would dare to challenge him at this level, it was truly overestimating himself. Wasn't this just lowering his standards? Competing with such a person, he felt he was losing face.

So he directly knocked him out to avoid the trouble.

Whether it was Captain Ma or Chen Gan, everyone present was stunned. The fat man had actually used knee strikes and palm strikes to directly take down Zhao Laosan, without any of the expected gunfight. This completely unreasonable way of competition was something they couldn't accept.

"You, you, this is a foul!" Chen Gan said shakily, but even he lacked confidence in his words. The fat man had never agreed to a gunfight, nor had he said he couldn't use his fists to solve the problem. Moreover, his underhanded methods were so skilled that Chen Gan felt immense pressure.

"There are no rules in battle. Fat Master is teaching you something through real combat. What can you do about it?" The fat man rolled his eyes. After using underhanded methods, he still acted high and mighty, leaving Chen Gan with no place to argue.

The fat man understood that since the Eighth Route Army had let these people train for three days at Hu Kou Mountain, it was to let them learn some survival skills from him. As long as he used the pretext of teaching, Chen Gan would have to endure even if he knew he was bullying them.

Chen Gan's face alternated between red and white. He had no ill intentions toward the fat man; he just wanted Zhao Laosan to come out and suppress the fat man's arrogance to prevent him from relentlessly pursuing Wang Yi. But he never expected Zhao Laosan to be taken down by the fat man. Zhao Laosan had boasted about being the best marksman in the army, and Chen Gan had placed high hopes on him, only to find him so cowardly.

"Is there anyone else who's not convinced?" Captain Ma stepped forward, glanced at Chen Gan, and shouted at the remaining two soldiers, "If I don't deal with you punks today, I really wouldn't dare to take you on a mission!"

After Captain Ma finished speaking, the soldier who used to be a thief stepped forward and said to Captain Ma with a sinister look, "Whether or not I'm convinced, we need a fair competition. If I lose, I'll naturally be convinced. Otherwise, heh heh..."

"Hey, you little punk..." Captain Ma was about to curse, but the fat man immediately stopped him and said to the soldier with a smile, "Alright, you set the terms, let's have a go."

"Both of us will take out our most important items. By tomorrow morning, whoever can steal the other's item without them noticing wins!" Indeed, a thief, and the competition was also about thieving skills.

Chen Gan's face lit up. The commissar had found this soldier, who was a famous thief in the area before joining the army. His stealing skills were not only excellent, but he could open any lock, and most importantly, his movements were extremely light, making it very difficult to notice when he was stealing.

The fat man had never played this way before, but he found it quite interesting. So he pulled out the small Browning he had prepared to give to Wang Yi from his waist and said, "Alright, Fat Master agrees to your terms. This is Fat Master's most important item. What about yours?"

Everyone's attention focused on the fat man. The brat saw the Browning in the fat man's hand, which she had longed for, and pouted. Wang Yi, seeing the Browning, paused for a moment to admire the small and exquisite Browning, then turned to continue talking to the brat. But seeing the brat staring at the Browning, she asked curiously, "Shitou, do you like this gun?"

"Yeah, the fat man won't give it to me!" Thinking about not being able to steal the gun, the brat was filled with resentment.

"If you really like it, I'll help you ask him for it." The more Wang Yi learned about the brat's background, the more she felt sorry for the child. Once a woman's sympathy was aroused, she easily lost her rationality. She had already grown fond of this dirty brat.

The fat man, knowing the brat's thoughts, hesitated about whether to take the brat, proving that although he looked rough, he had a good heart. After learning about the brat's background, he returned to take the child, proving that he was a very responsible person.

If Wang Yi put herself in his shoes, she might not have been able to do the same, so she admired the fat man for how he handled the brat.

"Really?" The brat's eyes lit up, her face full of joy.

"Of course, want to pinky swear?" Wang Yi said playfully, extending her delicate little finger in front of the brat.

"Okay." The brat pulled out her dirty finger and hooked it with Wang Yi's. If Wang Yi could help her get the gun, she wouldn't have to carry the heavy and cumbersome Hanyang rifle for drills.

"This is my most important item!" The soldier pulled out a pair of thousand-layer-soled cloth shoes from his chest and said to the fat man.

Everyone's items were quite large, making them inconvenient to hide and steal.

"There's one more condition: this most important item cannot leave your body." The soldier added.

"No problem." The fat man nodded with a smile. He would have suggested this himself, as otherwise, if the item was thrown into the mountains or grass, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

They agreed that the bet would be settled when they woke up the next morning. Sai Laohu and Jia Daode began arranging the Eighth Route Army's accommodations. When it came to arranging Wang Yi's accommodation, Sai Laohu was a bit at a loss. In the village, except for Sai Diaochan's room, which could accommodate women, the other rooms were not suitable for women.

The only place left was the small attic where the fat man lived, but the fat man had already taken it. Sai Laohu didn't dare to ask him to move, so he could only look at Wang Yi helplessly. He was really worried about leaving this beautiful Eighth Route Army woman with the fat man.

"Shitou, do you welcome your sister to sleep with you?" Seeing Sai Laohu's troubled expression, Wang Yi suddenly asked the brat.

"Of course, I welcome her!" This newly recognized beautiful sister could get the Browning from the fat man, so the brat was more than willing, nodding vigorously, almost kneeling down to Wang Yi.

"Sai Laohu, isn't this solved? I'll sleep with Shitou tonight." Wang Yi said calmly, seeing Sai Laohu's anxious expression.

"Ah!" Sai Laohu's face stiffened, thinking that what he feared had come true. The fat man looked at this beautiful Eighth Route Army woman differently. If they slept on the same floor, who knew what might happen at night. His sister, Sai Diaochan, was better!

But Sai Laohu didn't dare to say this out loud, as the fat man was looking at him with a sinister expression. If he said "no," the fat man would deal with him. Thinking of the thousands of push-ups, Sai Laohu backed down again.

The brat led Wang Yi to the attic. On the way, Wang Yi noticed the fat man following behind and immediately stomped her foot in anger, demanding, "Fat man, why are you always following me?"

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