Chapter 4: This is just an act (1)

  The pungent smell of tear gas made Sun Qifan suddenly climb out of bed, but unexpectedly, as soon as he went out the door, before he could figure out what was happening, he was knocked unconscious by a black club.

  When he opened his eyes again, Sun Qifan found himself locked in a pitch-black room with only a thin crack on the roof allowing a faint light to seep into the house. With this faint light, Sun Qifan half-closed his eyes and looked around at everything.

  The hut was extremely simple, with only a chair tied to itself on the right side against the wall, and a locked double-opening cabinet.

  "Come out! Stop hiding, you dare to cause trouble in the South Sea Fleet, but don't have the guts to show up now?!"

  Sun Qifan shouted loudly towards the pitch-black house, but as his voice gradually faded away, he didn't get any response. It seemed like no one was there, so Sun Qifan started to struggle on the chair, trying to break free from the restraints, but unexpectedly, the person who tied him up had a very clever knotting technique, and the more he struggled, the tighter he was bound.

  After struggling for a while, Sun Qifan's forehead was already covered in cold sweat. He had no choice but to give up the struggle, let out a long sigh, and sat down honestly in the chair.

  At this moment, the wooden door of the hut was opened with a "creak", and the sudden bright light made Sun Qifan hurriedly turn his face and squint at the person who opened the door. When his pupils had fully adapted to the strong light, Sun Qifan found that the person standing in front of him was wearing a mask, dressed in a black sportswear suit, with the hood covering the masked person's head completely.

  In the right hand of the masked man was a steel club, with fresh blood dripping from the club to the ground.

  "Who is it!" Sun Qifan's heart had already begun to feel a little uneasy, but on the surface he still appeared very calm.

  The masked man smiled, "Don't ask who I am, just answer a few questions for me and satisfy me, then I can let you leave here." As he spoke, the masked man walked into the house and stopped at a distance of only one step from Sun Qifan.

  At this distance, no matter how hard Sun Qifan struggled, he couldn't touch the masked man at all, but with just a flick of his right hand, the steel pipe could easily land on any part of Sun Qifan's body.

  Sun Qifan understood this and had no choice but to go along with the masked man's intention for now. He asked, "What question?"

  "Rank!" The masked man didn't hesitate for a moment.

  "Captain!" Sun Qifan also responded without hesitation to the masked man.

  And his generosity also made the masked man smile in surprise, "Wow, you're the first person I've met today who answered so generously."

  "Cut the crap, I've said too much to you, I don't want to waste my breath!" Sun Qifan struggled on the chair again, his eyes glaring at the masked man.

  "Good!" The masked man took a step back and continued to ask: "Position?"

  "PLA Navy South Sea Fleet Flying Shark Squadron Carrier-based Aircraft Pilot Trainee."

  "Unit designation number!"

  "Nothing to report!"

  "Hmph, why could you answer the first two questions so easily, but now you have nothing to say?!" The masked man seemed somewhat angry as he raised his steel rod and pointed it at Sun Qifan.

  "Are you stupid? For the first two questions, even if I didn't answer, you would have known, why bother hiding it. But for the latter ones, do you think I'll reveal a single word to you?" As he spoke, Sun Qifan burst out laughing, and his laughter grew louder and louder.

  The masked man let out a cold laugh, "Are you not afraid? I'll make you wish you were dead?"

  "Although I don't like the South Sea Fleet, when I put on my uniform and take an oath in front of the military flag, I never thought about what it means to be weak!"

  "Good, you have backbone." With that, the masked man turned and left.

  In the blink of an eye, just like the calm before death arrives, the masked man suddenly turned around and came back, his right hand raised, the steel rod falling on Sun Qifan's right arm with a swift and fierce momentum.

  "Ah!" The instantaneous pain of his bones being shattered made Sun Qifan scream out in agony, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

  "How's that? Isn't it refreshing? As long as you cooperate with me and answer all my questions, I'll let you go." The masked man said, and behind the mask, he couldn't help but let out a cold, mocking laugh.

  Looking at the triumphant expression of the masked man, Sun Qifan slowly smiled.

  "Either you torture me to death or you let me go, you can only choose one. Of course, in any case, you won't get any intelligence you want!"

  "Enough of this nonsense!" The masked man raised his hand and struck the steel pipe heavily on Sun Qifan's left arm. This time, in the quiet room, even the sound of breaking bones could be heard, but there was no cry of pain from Sun Qifan.

  Instead, Sun Qifan gritted his teeth and glared furiously at the masked man.

  The masked man still only chuckled and continued to ask: "Comrade Lieutenant, you sacrifice so much for your country, if you die here, what kind of posthumous title do you think you will get?" As he spoke, the masked man suddenly stood up, casually threw the steel rod aside, walked back and forth in front of Sun Qifan, chuckling and saying: "Martyr? China is not short of martyrs, having one more of you would only take up another square meter of land, and losing one less of you would save a sum of consolation money."

  The masked man stopped, suddenly walked up to Sun Qifan, and with his face almost touching Sun's, laughed and said: "Unfortunately, your family lacks the seed of inheritance. Haha! Hahaha!"

  "Then I'll let you become childless first!" As he spoke, Sun Qifan suddenly head-butted the masked man, his forehead heavily colliding with the other's face. Next, he violently kicked the masked man in the groin, and then burst out laughing at the sight of the other's painful expression.

  The laughter faded away, and Sun Qifan said coldly: "Your little psychological manipulation has no effect on me. Moreover, no matter what method you use, don't think about getting a single word of intelligence from my mouth. Either kill me or... let me go!" As he spoke, Sun Qifan suddenly stood up and took advantage of the masked man's unexpectedness to turn around, lift his foot, and viciously kick him in the chest.

  A fierce blow, directly sent the masked man through the wall.

  "You actually dare to be so relaxed on guard against the enemy, it seems that your superior has found the wrong person to interrogate me!" With that, Sun Qifan took advantage of the fact that no one else had come over yet and rushed out of the wooden house from the hole in the wall.

  It wasn't until he rushed out of the cabin and saw a row of military vehicles outside, as well as Sun Buran leaning against one of them drinking a beverage, that he was left standing there in stunned silence.

  Behind Sun's car, the other 23 students were also injured to varying degrees, with some already bandaged up, indicating that their injuries were not light.

  At this moment, Sun Qifan suddenly came to his senses and thought to himself: "How could I have been so impatient and forgotten that there was another person who could give me a set of living clothes - Sun Fu?"

  But this matter cannot be let go, Sun Qifan is not willing to swallow this bad breath alive. He turned his eyes to the masked man on the ground, took a step back, and rushed forward with three steps in two steps, without hesitation, he kicked the masked man's temple with one foot.

  This kick directly kicked the mask off the masked man, and it turned out that the masked man was Chen Bin, a second-level officer who was on duty at the entrance of the cadet hall when Sun Qifan reported for duty.

  Kicked by Sun Qifan with such force, Chen Bin's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, and the whole person, although wide-eyed, completely lost consciousness and shook his head.

  As Chen Bin was about to get up, Sun Qifan stepped on Chen Bin's chest without hesitation, pinning him under his feet. Moreover, he used the chair behind him to press Chen Bin down, using the four legs of the chair to hold him firmly in place.

  Everyone did not expect Sun Qifan to do this, and Sun Fan was also surprised and suddenly threw the drink on the ground.

  "What are you doing!"

  "What are you doing now!" Sun Qifan didn't care about his uncle's anger, but instead asked back to Sun Fan with even more anger.

  Sun Fan didn't say anything more to Sun Qifan, but instead turned around and shouted at the two soldiers behind him: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and save Chen Bin!"

  "Save? You're thinking too much!" Sun Qifan didn't intend to let the matter go just like that. He listened as the two officers who had been ordered to approach him obeyed, and he stood up, shifting his body slightly before sitting back down again. This time, the chair's two legs were directly pressing on Chen Bin's body. If Sun Qifan moved even a little bit, Chen Bin would definitely be in agony.

  Sun Qifan's actions startled the two officers, who immediately stopped and even took two steps back to look at Sun.

  Two officers looked quite aware, Sun Qifan couldn't help but smile and turned back to Sun Fanhou: "Sun Fan, didn't you tell your subordinates that I'm a ninth-degree black belt in judo?!"

  Upon hearing Sun Qifan's words, Zhuo Yi beside Sun Fan was shocked and suddenly stood up, shouting at Sun Fan: "How come you didn't tell me about this matter!"

  Sun Fan didn't have the heart to explain this to Zhuo Yi, he took two steps forward and calmly asked Sun Qifan: "Speak, what do you want me to do to back down."

  "Give up? I laugh at that. You think you have what it takes to avenge the injuries of so many people! Especially the injuries of Jiang Yurou and Qiu Lin, those two girls." As he spoke, Sun Qifan couldn't help but lower his head towards Chen Bin, this person who followed orders and could bring himself to harm his own comrades.

  Seeing the fierce glint in Sun Qifan's eyes, Sun Fan knew that Sun Qifan was going to do something to Chen Bin again. He hastily raised his hand and shouted: "Stop! You tell me what you want me to do, and I'll let Chen Bin go."

  "Director Sun, are you really so concerned about the safety of a mere soldier? What a joke! Haha!"

  "I'll say, as long as I can do it, I promise you!"

  "Alright!" As he spoke, Sun Qifan turned his head to look at Zhuo Yi, "Officer Zhuo, you see this steel rod? It's simple, use it to give Sun Fan twenty-three lashes on the back!"

  Everyone was shocked by Sun Qifan's request, staring at Sun Fan with wide eyes. Twenty-three times, not twenty-four times, Zhuo Yi understood in her heart that Sun Qifan did not count the injuries on his own body against Sun Fan, he only counted the pain of the other twenty-three students.

  But once she gives in to Sun Qifan's demands, how can the entire training plan proceed? The instructor loses his authority, and the soldiers no longer obey orders. What kind of combat effectiveness can such a team form? Zhuo Yi hesitated, completely unsure of what to do, but Chen Bin was still being suppressed by Sun Qifan at this moment, and she seemed to have no other choice.

  She finally picked up the steel pipe and slowly walked to Sun's side, her eyes fixed on Sun's calm face.