180: Chapter 180 The Right Way to Play the Playful Tactic!

"You!" Lanna was so angered by his roguish appearance that she couldn't speak.

Thinking about the fact that she was also his captive, she felt a surge of frustration.

She simply ignored the Chef, picked up the water canteen herself, walked over to Yaro, crouched down, and handed it to her.

"Drink something. Don't force yourself."

Yaro's gaze lingered on the canteen for a second, and her throat moved uncontrollably as she swallowed.

But when she saw the trace of pity in Lanna's eyes, a more intense sense of humiliation surged in her heart.

She jerked her head to the side and squeezed two words through her teeth: "Take it away!"

This was not just a refusal; it was a form of contempt.

As if to say, I don't need your pity.

Lanna held the canteen, frozen in place, feeling a bit awkward and also annoyed.

Her kindness was being treated like dirt; this woman was truly like a rock in a latrine—stinking and hard.

Just then, a hand reached out and snatched the canteen from Lanna's hand.

It was Qin Feng.

He stood up, walked over to Yaro, and looked down at her. The cynical smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

"What? You think you're special, huh?"

He unscrewed the canteen cap and slowly poured the water onto the sandy ground at Yaro's feet.

The clear water seeped into the dry sand and disappeared instantly, leaving only a dark, wet patch.

"Hiss..."

Lanna gasped.

In this Gobi Desert, water was more precious than gold, yet this guy was wasting it just like that!

Yaro's pupils contracted sharply.

She stared fixedly at the sandy ground, trembling with anger.

This made her feel even more humiliated than if he had beaten her up.

"Want water?"

Qin Feng's voice carried not a hint of warmth.

"Sure."

"First, learn how to be a proper captive. When you learn that, you'll have water to drink."

"Otherwise, you can just watch me drink it, or watch me pour it out."

He tossed the canteen aside, returned to the campfire, picked up a skewer of meat that was roasted to a golden brown and dripping with oil, took a huge bite, and mumbled to Lanna:

"See that? You can't be soft-hearted when dealing with a woman who doesn't know what's good for her."

"The more you pity her, the more she'll push her luck."

Yaro's fingernails dug deeply into her palms.

Calm down! Yaro, you must stay calm!

He is doing this on purpose; he wants to enrage you and destroy your will. You cannot fall for it!

You are the "Snow Wolf," the proudest warrior of Yang Country, and you absolutely must not bow to a rogue like this!

She adjusted her breathing, warning herself over and over in her heart.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze had returned to an ancient-well-like stillness, as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.

Qin Feng saw this and nodded inwardly.

Not bad. Her mental fortitude is indeed formidable.

It seems that simple physical torture and mental humiliation won't be very effective on an elite of her caliber.

To completely dismantle her will, I must use a different method.

I need to attack the thing she is most proud of, tear her pride apart piece by piece, and then trample it underfoot.

A famous historical allusion from his past life suddenly occurred to Qin Feng.

The seven captures of Meng Huo.

Dealing with such an unruly barbarian king requires more than just military suppression; you have to make her lose in a way that she is thoroughly convinced.

A bold and insane plan slowly took shape in his mind.

Conquering an Ace Sniper is much more interesting than simply killing her.

He finished the remaining roasted meat, wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked over to Yaro once again.

Seeing this, Lanna thought he had come up with another dirty trick to torture her and was about to intervene.

But she saw a smile on Qin Feng's face that could be described as kindly, and his tone became relaxed.

"I say, Miss Yaro, there's no point in us being at a stalemate like this."

"How about we play a game?"

"How do you know my name?" Yaro was stunned, her brows tightly knitted.

One must know that her files were classified in Yang Country, and she had been training in Bear Country for the past year.

How did this Dragon Country man know her name, and his Yang language was so good.

Not just the Yang language, but his Bear language was also very authentic.

The Dragon Country soldier in front of her was definitely not an ordinary soldier; he was very likely a secret agent.

It was terrifying to think that Dragon Country had secret agents with such formidable military training!

"How I know, you don't need to know." Qin Feng stroked his chin, looking smug.

Little thing! Your little secrets are all listed in my system.

"I also know that you trained at the Polaris in Bear Country and are an Ace Sniper of Yang Country."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yaro was struck as if by lightning; she could no longer remain calm.

It's over!

He guessed everything right.

This kid looks so young; where on earth did he find this out?

Yaro looked at him coldly, saying nothing.

Lanna was also stunned, her face full of confusion.

What is he up to?

Qin Feng didn't care about their reactions and continued talking to himself.

"I know you are unconvinced. You think that if I hadn't launched a sneak attack, you wouldn't have lost. Right?"

A slight flicker appeared in Yaro's eyes.

Qin Feng caught this, and his smile deepened.

"How about this? I'll give you a chance, a chance to regain your freedom."

He extended a finger and said slowly, "From now on, until we reach the Dragon Country border, you can challenge me in any way you like."

"Whether it's the sniping you're best at, combat, stealth, or even... escaping."

"As long as you can win against me once, even just once, I will let you go."

"I mean what I say, and I will never go back on my word."

As his voice fell, the air seemed to freeze.

Yaro suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She stared fixedly at Qin Feng, trying to see even a trace of a joke on his face.

But there was none.

His gaze was calm and deep, carrying an unfathomable confidence, as if he were talking about the most ordinary thing in the world.

Lanna's mouth hung wide open; she felt her brain wasn't working fast enough.

Is this guy crazy?

Letting a tiger return to the mountain?

Or... did he take a liking to this female captive and want to use this method to win her favor?

Upon thinking of this possibility, Lanna's heart felt as if a vinegar jar had been overturned, sour and bitter.

Why!

This damn scumbag uses all sorts of coercion and temptation on her, kissing, hugging, and calling her a little maid.

But to this female captive he just caught, he's so "magnanimous"?

Scumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag!

He's just lusting after her body.

He's just a fickle, damn scumbag!

How could she know that what Qin Feng was thinking at this moment was something else entirely.

Run?

Even if you were the Monkey King, could you ever escape the palm of the Buddha?

This proud Snow Wolf had, without realizing it, already stepped into the trap he had meticulously woven.

And the final prize of this game was not her freedom, but her... complete submission.