203: Chapter 203: Of course, I'll give you a good lesson!

"Untie me." Yaro raised her hands to signal.

"I am a professional, at least more professional than her. Besides, I suspect you wouldn't want a wounded person performing surgery on you."

Lanna was stunned, immediately wanting to retort with some indignation, but after looking at her own injured arm, she swallowed her words.

What Yaro said was the truth.

Qin Feng took a deep look at Yaro, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

It seemed this girl had truly been intimidated by his words; it appeared the brainwashing was quite effective.

He pulled out his dagger, cut the ropes, and then retrieved a backpack from the back seat of the car.

"It's up to you. There are medical supplies inside."

"You trust her?" Lanna asked with some concern.

"Employ someone, don't doubt them." Qin Feng's reply was simple.

Of course, he didn't truly "not doubt" her. His Danger Perception was always active; the moment Yaro showed even a hint of killing intent, he would be able to react instantly.

Letting her treat the wound was both a test and a gesture.

He wanted Yaro to understand that after she made her choice, he would grant her corresponding trust.

Lanna said nothing more, though in her heart, she cursed the Chef—this "heartless man"—a hundred times.

"Take it off." Yaro was concise.

Qin Feng was straightforward, ripping off his tattered shirt in a few swift motions, revealing his lean and muscular upper body.

The front featured well-defined muscle lines, while the back was a horrific mess of wounds.

Yaro looked at the gruesome wounds, her eyes flickering for a moment.

Her hand holding the dagger was very steady.

"It might hurt a little, so bear with it."

"Do it."

The tip of the dagger, illuminated by the car's interior light, slowly approached the Chef's back.

With just one stab, she could surely end his miserable life.

But Yaro did not do that; this time, she was truly helping him clean the wound.

Her movements were professional, her blade precise and decisive.

The tip of the knife sliced through skin and flesh, searching for the location of the shrapnel.

Qin Feng's body was tense, his muscles knotted, but from start to finish, he did not let out a single groan.

Time ticked by second by second.

Clink.

The first piece of shrapnel was pried out, falling onto the car and making a crisp sound.

Sweat also seeped from Yaro's forehead.

This was not just technical work; it was a psychological battle.

By the second piece, Yaro was already drenched in sweat, while Qin Feng hadn't even hummed once.

By the third piece, Yaro was soaked through, yet Qin Feng's gaze remained firm.

...

When the last and deepest piece of shrapnel was successfully removed, Yaro finally let out a sigh of relief.

She hurriedly took out medical alcohol to disinfect, applied medicinal powder, and carefully bandaged the area.

Throughout the entire process, the two remained silent, yet it felt as if they had completed a silent confrontation and probe.

"It's done."

Yaro put away the dagger, her voice returning to its habitual coldness.

"Good technique."

Qin Feng stretched his shoulders; although they still throbbed with pain, it was much better than before.

"You've been promoted; from now on, you're my bodyguard."

Yaro didn't answer, but she was grumbling in her heart.

You're already so powerful, why would you need a bodyguard? You clearly have ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, Yaro couldn't help but recall the kiss they shared on horseback.

Damn Chef, big pervert!

Just at this moment.

In the truck bed, the eighteen female soldiers from the Cultural Troupe also began to wake up one after another.

These pampered young women felt pain all over, feeling as if they had just been through a silent battle.

"Oh my, why is my head injured?"

"It hurts so much, what's wrong with my hand? Why does it hurt so much?"

"I think I sprained my foot, what on earth is going on?"

"Where is this? Why is it pitch black everywhere?"

...

The women chattered, full of questions.

When they saw the blood-covered Qin Feng, they were even more terrified, shrinking into a ball and trembling.

"Everyone, listen up!"

Qin Feng walked over with a cold face.

"You must be clear about the current situation."

"Your country has abandoned you; you are now my spoils of war."

"There is still a long way to go from here to the border of the Dragon Kingdom. Along the way, there will be pursuers, there will be beasts, and people could die at any moment."

"I don't have time to take care of you young ladies. If you want to live, keep your mouths shut and move your legs."

"Whoever dares to hold us back, or dares to pull any tricks..."

Qin Feng's gaze swept over everyone, the murderous aura in his eyes making the air seem to drop several degrees.

"I will personally throw her out to feed the beasts."

Beast Intimidation activated.

The wolf pack that had been following along the Gobi Desert seemed frightened, letting out sharp cries.

The female soldiers were scared pale, one by one trembling in silence, not even daring to cry out loud.

"Lanna is my deputy; her words are my orders."

"Now, I'll give you ten minutes to take care of your personal business, then tidy yourselves up and prepare to move out."

After saying this, he ignored the group of women and walked aside to start checking the weapons and ammunition.

Lanna sighed and walked over to comfort the terrified female soldiers.

As for Yaro, she stood silently behind Qin Feng, like a true shadow.

"Thanks for earlier." Qin Feng said without turning his head.

"It was just a transaction." Yaro replied coldly.

"I like transactions." Qin Feng smiled and tossed her sniper rifle to her.

Yaro caught it instinctively; her familiar weapon had returned.

However, at this moment, her mindset had changed drastically, and she no longer had the courage to point the muzzle at the Chef.

"You trust me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Qin Feng smiled slightly. "Besides, do you think you could really kill me?"

Yaro: "..."

Fine. The Chef was right.

Ever since witnessing the Chef's methods, Yaro could only temporarily suppress the desires in her heart.

Ten minutes later.

The eighteen young ladies from the Cultural Troupe were all present under Qin Feng's watchful eye.

On the truck bed, he swept his cold gaze over them, threw out the very last "Deep Sleep Gas" canister, and covered it with a canvas.

"Everyone, sleep a little longer."

In an instant, all the young ladies from the Cultural Troupe fell into a deep sleep once again.

Even Chi Yan, who had been tired for several days, finally climbed onto the truck bed, taking a rare turn as the master.

Watching this scene, Lanna grew angrier the more she thought about it.

"Chef, can you really not bear to part with them?"

Qin Feng was stunned, not knowing what this Russian Girl was acting up about.

Of course he couldn't bear to part with them; these were walking military merits, 80 points each.

He had already come this far, let him give them up?

That was impossible.

Qin Feng wiggled his finger and said meaningfully: "Of course I can't bear to part with them; these are all my great treasures."

"You!"

Lanna pointed at him, unable to say a word for a long time, clearly furious.

"Hmph! Scumbag!"

With that, she turned and got into the car.

"What? Me? A scumbag?" Qin Feng looked completely innocent.

He genuinely couldn't figure out when he had become a scumbag.

And the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he felt. The original owner was a bootlicker, and now he was a scumbag.

How come he hadn't managed to get any good character traits?

Also, what was wrong with this Russian Girl?

She was just a little maid, what right did she have to question the master's orders?

Sure enough!

As the ancients said: If you don't beat them for three days, they'll tear the roof tiles off!

Since that was the case, he had to follow the ancients' behavior.

Qin Feng didn't care anymore; he rushed to the back seat of the car, looking at Lanna with an evil expression.

"You... you... what are you doing?" Lanna panicked a bit.

She had never seen the Chef with such... lecherous eyes.

"Of course, I'm going to properly discipline you!"

Lanna: "..."

Yaro: "..."