190: Chapter 190 No Regrets for Life or Death! A Fair Contest

But he was wrong. Qin Feng's face was cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

The Yang Country patrol captain and the surviving soldier behind him were trembling.

He poked his head out, trying to observe the situation.

Qin Feng had already silently circled behind him at some point.

"Shh."

Qin Feng made a gesture for silence, his expression even carrying a hint of mockery.

The soldier's pupils suddenly constricted, and he opened his mouth to scream.

But it was already too late.

Qin Feng's military knife plunged sharply into the carotid artery of his neck.

After finishing off the last one, Qin Feng stood up and walked out from behind the rock.

It was as if all of this was just a minor matter.

He looked at the patrol captain in the distance who was using Yaro as a hostage, his face devoid of any expression.

The patrol captain, seeing Qin Feng walk out so brazenly, was stunned at first, then immediately overwhelmed by immense rage.

"Don't come over! If you come any closer, I'll kill her!"

He roared, his veins bulging from the exertion.

Qin Feng stopped, tilted his head, and seemed to be thinking.

Then, he smiled.

"You're using my captive to threaten me?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the patrol captain and Yaro.

The patrol captain was stunned.

Yaro's heart sank completely into an ice cellar.

She had seen stupid people, but never anyone this stupid.

Had she really been away for two years, and the Yang Country The Military already had such idiots?

Clearly, it had infuriated her.

The next second, Qin Feng moved.

The patrol captain's pupils shrank violently, and he instinctively went to pull the trigger.

But Qin Feng's speed was faster.

One hand, like an iron pincer, precisely grabbed his gun-wielding wrist and gave it a light twist.

"Snap!"

The wrist broke in response.

The patrol captain let out a shrill scream, and the handgun flew out of his hand.

The other hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up entirely.

"You..."

The patrol captain kicked his legs wildly, his face turning a deep purple, his eyes filled with horror.

"In your next life, don't point a gun at me."

Qin Feng's voice was very soft, as light as a whisper.

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering neck bones seemed particularly harsh in the silent riverside.

Qin Feng casually tossed the corpse in his hand aside like a broken ragdoll.

The entire riverbank was flowing with blood.

He turned around and looked at Yaro, who was sitting slumped on the ground with a numb face.

Their eyes met.

Yaro saw those eyes—calm, indifferent, without a ripple.

"Did you think that calling these useless rabble would allow you to turn the tables?" Qin Feng's voice was flat, devoid of joy or anger. "Naive."

He picked at his ear, seemingly annoyed by the noise of the gunfire earlier.

"Yaro, I'll give you a lesson, free of charge. To sum it up in one sentence: you Yang Country are too weak."

These words stung Yaro's nerves deeply; she shuddered, jerked her head up, her eyes filled with fury.

"Bullshit!"

She struggled to stand up, her voice hoarse and shrill.

"Our Yang Country is the most powerful nation in the world! Our military is invincible!"

"Is that so?"

Qin Feng scoffed, as if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Invincible? Along the way here, I've truly witnessed the quality of Yang Country soldiers."

He extended his foot and kicked the corpse of the officer beside him.

"Your strength is built on that self-deceptive propaganda within your country."

"Every day they tell you that Dragon Country is backward, its people are barbaric, and they live in misery."

"And you, you are merely relying on Bear Country's military colonization to give yourselves the illusion of being powerful."

Qin Feng spoke eloquently, looking more like a professor pointing out the state of the world from a podium.

"Let me tell you what reality is. Reality is, if you had just a few peanuts while drinking, Yang Country wouldn't be this drunk. I advise you to open your eyes and look at the world."

Yaro's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently.

These words were things she had never heard before, and every single word was overturning her perception.

"Military, technology, population, resources, information warfare... tell me, which one can you compare in?"

"Your entire country's annual steel production isn't enough for Dragon Country to build two highways."

"Your most advanced fighter jets still have to import engines from Bear Country."

"Your information units, which you are so proud of, are like someone without pants in front of Dragon Country's Skynet system—completely exposed."

"Stop talking! You're lying!" Yaro covered her ears; she didn't want to hear it, and she didn't dare to.

"Lying?" Qin Feng stepped forward, crouched down, forcibly pried her hands away, and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Look at these comrades of yours; the equipment in their hands is a generation worse than what the Dragon Country border guards have phased out."

"Think about me again—a Chef—and how I slaughtered your so-called Yang Country patrol team in under two minutes."

"You're not a normal person! You're a devil!" Yaro roared.

"Yes, in your eyes, I am a devil."

"Because you cannot understand it, you can only attribute it to gods or demons."

"This precisely proves your ignorance and weakness."

Qin Feng let her go, stood up, and his tone turned icy.

"This is the fifth time, Yaro. Have you heard the story of Zhuge Liang capturing Meng Huo seven times? You don't have many chances left."

He paced two steps, seemingly thinking about something, then stopped and turned to look at her.

"You don't believe it, right? That's fair. If I don't make you lose in a way that you're thoroughly convinced, that arrogant head of yours won't bow down."

A playful arc curled at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth, and he tossed a sniper rifle over.

"Take it."

Yaro was stunned.

Lanna was also stunned; she didn't understand what Qin Feng was trying to do.

"I'm giving you a chance." Qin Feng held up a finger. "And it's your last chance."

He pointed to the forest behind him.

"Starting now, ten minutes. You and I, right here in this forest."

"Within ten minutes, if I can't catch you, or... if I'm killed by you, you win."

"You can take the gun and leave freely."

Yaro's heart began to pound wildly; she couldn't believe her ears.

"Then... what if you catch me?" she asked, her voice dry.

Qin Feng smiled, that smile carrying a hint of unquestionable dominance and mockery.

"If I catch you, you accept your fate. From now on, you are no longer the ace of Yang Country; you are my private property, for the rest of your life."

Private property!

Yaro felt as if she had been struck by lightning—humiliation, anger, but more than that, a madness born from being pushed to the brink.

With a gun in hand, who did she have to fear?

She was the ace of "Snow Wolf"!

She was a soldier standing at the pinnacle of the sniper pyramid!

These past two days she had been captured and toyed with, but that was because she had been empty-handed!

Now, she had retrieved her most proficient weapon!

This Chef was very strong; his close-quarters combat could be called terrifying.

But sniping was another world!

It was an art belonging to distance, wind speed, heartbeat, and bullets!

She didn't believe this man could surpass her in the field of sniping!

He was too arrogant! This was the only mistake he would make!

"Fine!"

Yaro gritted her teeth as she spat out the word.

"No regrets in life or death!"