8: Chapter 8 Training Preparation (Part Two)

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After Zhou Hui left to handle the preparations, Lin Fang frowned as he looked at his bank card balance; he only had five digits left in his savings.

Money really was a fleeting thing. From childhood to adulthood, the bits and pieces Lin Tianxiong had given him totaled nearly ten million, yet it had hit rock bottom in less than a day. He hadn't even bought a server for Xiao Hei yet. Xiao Hei had been drifting through the network without a "home" of its own.

It was time to replenish his treasury. The problem was, where should the money come from?

Ask Dad?

Forget it, let him spend the little money he has left on himself instead of tightening his belt. The game engine business hasn't started yet.

Work a job?

Pah!

Lin Fang mentally listed his options,

And finally fixed his gaze on the Little Black Cat watching a book on the giant screen TV.

At this moment, Lin Fang's bank card balance was: 86,253.

Three minutes later, the number began to jump.

98,662,

24,356,263,

10,000,000,000,

...

The account balance stopped just before the threshold of 10 billion as expected. This money all came from unclaimed "dead accounts" across the globe.

At this moment, money was truly just a number.

Looking at this massive sum, Lin Fang felt a surge of emotion. In just five minutes, he had acquired wealth that 99% of people couldn't earn in a lifetime. This was a method outside the rules!

If I get caught, will I be rotting in prison for life?

To be safe, Lin Fang still had Xiao Hei launder the money before transferring it to overseas accounts.

But he still needed a legitimate front to give these funds a cover. Lin Fang recalled his plans and tapped the coffee table while thinking,

"I need to establish a company of my own as soon as possible."

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The next morning, on the training ground.

"Boss, what do you think is the purpose of fighting?"

"To achieve victory as quickly as possible at the lowest cost?" Lin Fang replied after a moment of deliberation.

"Yes and no."

Zhou Hui's eyes brightened slightly at the answer, and he nodded in approval, but he still looked at Lin Fang with an inscrutable expression.

"It's much more cruel, especially since your purpose for learning to fight is... to kill!"

A fierce glint emerged in the burly man's eyes, which had been calm for many years.

Lin Fang was puzzled. "More cruel?"

"More cruel!"

Zhou Hui spoke with certainty, "The purpose of fighting is to defeat and kill the enemy quickly and effectively to ensure your own safety and complete the mission. To achieve this goal, you can disregard morality, ignore limits, and use any means necessary. Whatever kills the enemy is the best form of fighting!"

"Not just weapons; you can even use your teeth, nails, saliva... as long as it kills them, anything goes."

As he spoke, a murderous light appeared in Zhou Hui's eyes.

"Understood."

Lin Fang nodded, agreeing with his philosophy.

Seeing him accept this concept, Zhou Hui continued, "Those were the means. Next are the strike zones. Boss, what are the vital points of the human body?"

"The head, neck, and chest,"

Lin Fang replied, "As well as the abdomen and the groin."

"What about the head?"

"The temples, the back of the head, the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and the jaw."

Zhou Hui was surprised. "Boss, you're quite knowledgeable."

"I've looked up some information."

"Correct. These are also the areas you need to focus on defending," Zhou Hui said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Lin Fang. He suddenly felt that Lin Fang hadn't been joking yesterday; he was truly learning this with the intent to kill.