205: Chapter 205 Establishing Authority! All of you, bow your heads and submit!

Her name was Tuoya, the squad leader of this group of female soldiers from the Cultural Troupe, and also the one who was usually the most sought after.

"This officer, we admit that we are your prisoners."

Tuoya lifted her chin, trying hard to make her voice sound reasonable and justified.

"But you cannot treat us like this. There are so many of us, and you alone cannot keep an eye on us all."

"How about we make a deal? You guarantee our safety and basic survival needs, and we will cooperate with you to return to the Dragon Kingdom. Otherwise, we..."

"Otherwise what?" Qin Feng looked at her with keen interest.

Tuoya felt a little creeped out by his gaze, but she still gathered her courage, looked around at her companions, and said loudly:

"Otherwise, we won't go! We'll die right here!"

"That's right! We aren't going!"

"If you have the ability, kill us all!"

"There are so many of us, why be afraid of him alone?" someone muttered in the back.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. Although the eighteen women were unarmed, their combined momentum was quite astonishing.

They were certain that this man would not dare to actually do anything to them.

After all, back home, each of them was a proud daughter of the Military Region, the object of pursuit for countless officers and soldiers.

Hearing this, Qin Feng laughed.

He walked toward Tuoya step by step.

Compelled by his aura, Tuoya subconsciously took a step back, but remained tough with her words.

"What do you want to do? I warn you, don't mess around! We..."

Before she could finish, Qin Feng moved.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and in the next second, a crisp slap rang out across the wilderness.

Slap!

Tuoya was spun half a circle by the force, and fell headfirst onto the sandy ground.

Her left cheek swelled up visibly. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The Chef took action! He actually took action!

Lanna was shocked! Yaro was shocked! The other female soldiers from the Cultural Troupe were all shocked!

All complaints ceased abruptly at this moment.

"I hate it when others try to negotiate with me."

Qin Feng looked down at Tuoya on the ground, the smile on his lips harder to suppress than an AK.

"Could it be that you still haven't figured out the situation? A group of prisoners, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?"

"First, get your position straight, then come talk to me."

He squatted down, grabbed Tuoya's hair, lifted her up, leaned into her ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"You are nothing but my military merit, a bunch of numbers."

"Living numbers and dead numbers, to me, make little difference."

"But to you yourselves, it makes a big difference."

Tuoya was trembling violently, looking at this man in terror.

In those eyes, there was no anger, no desire, only an unfathomable coldness.

It was a gaze that viewed all things as straw dogs, making her tremble from the depths of her soul.

Qin Feng let go, stood up, and looked around at the remaining seventeen female prisoners.

"It seems you still haven't figured out your situation."

He drew his pistol from his waist, disengaged the safety, and the pitch-black muzzle slowly swept across everyone.

"I will say this again: my words are the rules."

"Whoever does not follow them, this will be her fate."

He pointed the muzzle at Tuoya's head.

"Now, I will give you a chance, a chance to prove to me that you are 'useful'."

A cruel arc tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Everyone, line up, come up one by one. Slap her once."

Boom!

This order shocked the female soldiers even more than the slap just now.

Make them hit their own companion?

"No... don't..."

Tuoya shook her head in terror, looking at her former sisters, her eyes filled with pleading.

The female soldiers looked at each other, all frozen in place, at a loss.

This was too cruel.

"What, can't you understand?"

Qin Feng's muzzle pointed at the female soldier closest to him.

"Or are you saying you want to keep her company?"

That female soldier's legs went weak from fear, and she almost knelt on the ground.

"I... I..." She stammered, tears about to fall.

"Whoever doesn't do it, I'll shoot," Qin Feng's voice was icy, "My patience is limited. Starting with you, I'll count to three."

"One."

The cold numbers were like the Grim Reaper's summons.

"Two."

The muzzle pressed down slightly, aiming at the female soldier's forehead.

The female soldier could no longer withstand the pressure, screamed, closed her eyes, rushed over, and swung a slap at Tuoya's face blindly.

Slap!

The force wasn't great, but the sound was exceptionally harsh.

Tuoya's body trembled, she didn't cry, just closed her eyes in despair.

"Next." Qin Feng's voice had no fluctuation.

Once there was a first, there was a second.

Fear is the best catalyst.

In the face of the threat of death, so-called sisterhood was fragile and vulnerable.

The female soldiers lined up and walked forward one by one.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The crisp sound of slaps rang out rhythmically across the dead-silent Gobi Desert.

They dared not look at Tuoya's face, and even less did they dare look into Qin Feng's eyes.

They just walked up mechanically, swung their arms, and then fled back into the crowd, as if it wasn't them who had just taken action.

Lanna watched this scene, her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing.

After all, she had witnessed the Chef's audacity and ruthlessness.

She also understood that in this wilderness, mercy was the most useless thing.

Qin Feng had to establish absolute authority as quickly as possible.

Yaro felt a sense of compassion; after all, these were all her compatriots.

But she could understand Qin Feng's actions even better; this wasn't simple abuse, but an efficient means of control.

By forcing them to commit violence, he completely destroyed their internal unity and personal dignity, making them completely submit psychologically.

This man was not only terrifying in strength, but his mind was also meticulously chilling.

Yaro couldn't help but touch her lips, remembering that kiss on horseback. Was that also a form of "control"?

She suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

When the last female soldier finished, Tuoya was already lying on the ground, motionless.

Her face was swollen like a pig's head, blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth and nose, her hair was messily stuck in blood and sand, and her breathing was weak.

Qin Feng walked over and kicked her with the tip of his boot.

"If you aren't dead, get up."

Tuoya's body twitched, she struggled a few times, but couldn't crawl up no matter what.

Qin Feng ignored her and said to the group of female soldiers who were completely terrified:

"Remember today's feeling. The feeling of betraying a companion, it doesn't feel good, right?"

"But, in order to survive, you have no choice."

"From now on, you are just my prisoners, a bunch of beasts that can do anything."

"If I tell you to walk, you must walk. If I tell you to run, you must run."

"Whoever dares to fall behind, whoever dares to complain, don't blame me for leaving her on the road to feed the wolves."

He whistled, and on the distant sand dunes, several pairs of green eyes flashed by, accompanied by a few low wolf howls.

The female soldiers huddled together in fear, shivering, not even daring to cry out loud.