77: Give it a try, but questioning me will be punished.
Perhaps infected by the certainty in Lin Pei's eyes, the Translator felt his courage return.
Patting his chest, he translated Lin Pei's words once more.
The netizens in the livestream began to pity the Translator.
"It's really hard on the Translator. Under the muzzles of Terrorists, he doesn't even dare to laugh."
"Mainly, his tone and the confidence he displays while translating Lin Pei's made-up nonsense are so professional!"
"The key is that what Brother Lin said is absolutely ridiculous! What the hell is eighty-one hundred push-ups? Even if you do eighty thousand, your muscles won't become as thick as a city wall."
"The Terrorist was definitely exaggerating, but becoming a muscle man usually takes years of training; just look at Peng Yuyan."
"Didn't Lin Pei just say he has a special constitution? What if it's actually possible?"
"Upstairs, you actually believe that? It's obvious Brother Lin is just bluffing. Why else would he give such a specific number of push-ups?"
"I'm really speechless. Won't doing this just make him die faster?"
"Forget it, let's just keep mourning for him."
"..."
Upon hearing the Translator's confident rendition, the Terrorist lackeys became unsure of themselves.
Did they hear that right?
By doing that many push-ups, this Young Man could turn into someone with the massive physique of their Great Leader?
Did they look that easy to fool?
Ali gave a cold sneer.
"Young Man from the Dragon Kingdom, do you take me for a fool?"
"If you had said you encountered some advanced bone-setting technology, it might have been more believable."
"But claiming it's a matter of constitution? Do you think that's reasonable?"
"Young Man, our team isn't made of pacifists. If you keep talking like this, they might get angry and accidentally shower you with bullets."
Lin Pei's expression remained unchanged.
His faint smile held a questioning edge.
"Are you saying that I, your Great Leader, am not worthy of such a constitution?"
"Ali, you don't even believe your Big Brother's words."
"Big Brother is very angry and wants to shower some bullets on you, too."
Looking at the other's composed expression, his gaze seemed to look down upon the world like a god of evil.
It felt as if he might reach out in the next second and crush him with two fingers.
Ali couldn't help but feel a surge of panic in his heart.
Damn it.
He had to admit.
This person truly possessed the aura of the Great Leader.
His presence was even more intimidating than the Great Leader's.
That momentum pressed down on him until he could barely breathe.
Could the Great Leader's constitution really be different from ordinary people?
This was truly unheard of.
The Great Leader was well-built and fit, the strongest man they had ever seen in this world.
But word was that the Great Leader's physique was the result of decades of bodybuilding. Now this man claimed it was due to a special constitution?
It didn't add up; none of it added up.
This kid was just making things up.
Although this person was definitely not simple, he certainly couldn't be their Great Leader.
That nonsense about the push-ups was even more of a joke!
When he turned to signal his subordinates to surround Lin Pei, he found that none of them moved.
Because Lin Pei had just swept his gaze across the crowd of Terrorists, making them feel as if his eyes were literal blades.
The kind of blades that were fatal, not even letting the soul escape.
When Ali signaled, the Terrorist lackeys hadn't yet snapped out of it.
Clearly, their leader's gaze was always majestic, but by comparison, it now felt like a gentle comfort.
Baza stood in the crowd, clutching his chest.
At this moment, his heart was filled with doubt.
Holy shit.
Could this person really be their Great Leader?
Who else could have this terrifying pressure besides the Great Leader?
It looked like this pressure had even leveled up quite a bit.
That day, when he was nearly stared into a sieve by this man, he felt as if he had seen the God of Death.
The guy was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
In that instant, he felt the man didn't want to kill him, but to eat him alive.
He was so scared his bladder almost burst.
Moreover, that speed and strength were powerful beyond his comprehension.
It was just that the power of the other's bullets was too pathetic.
Perhaps subconsciously, the man's strength in his memory had been weakened afterward.
Until he saw this 'Big Brother' in person today, that feeling of impending death resurfaced.
Right, why hadn't he thought of it?
If it really were the Great Leader, then this person's prowess would make sense.
After all, the Great Leader was a god-like existence; no one in the world could be more powerful than him.
Baza raised his hand in the crowd.
"Leader, since he says he can quickly restore his physique, why don't we let him try?"
"If he can't prove it, it won't be too late to kill him then."
He wanted to see if this person was truly their Great Leader or not.
Lin Pei looked over upon hearing the voice.
He was startled by what he saw.
Oh.
Wasn't this the guy he had riddled with bullets?
He was turned into a sieve and still wasn't dead?
His bullets were like fake peas, but this guy seemed like a real zombie.
If he had a gun in hand, he would have sprayed him again regardless.
Can't die, huh?
He didn't believe in such nonsense.
Although Ali was somewhat violent, he still listened to his brothers' suggestions.
At this, he nodded and asked Lin Pei.
"As my man said."
"Since you say you can restore yourself through exercise, why don't you show us a bit of that restoration right here?"
"But if you can't, don't blame my men for opening fire on you together."
"You impersonated our Great Leader and desecrated him; it is only right that you be shot to death."
!!!!
Hearing the Terrorist's words, the Film Crew members were all stunned.
Didn't they say he was courting death?
What should they do now that things had reached this point?
They couldn't really believe that he could make his physique larger with a few push-ups, right?
It's over.
He's really dead this time!
Ali, of course, didn't believe it either.
Since the other party insisted on seeking death, he might as well let him die with full understanding.
"Time is limited; you don't need to restore yourself to be as robust as the Great Leader."
"Just restore a bit so that we can see the difference."
"How about it?"
Lin Pei waved his hand.
"Actually, I don't need to exercise for that long. Just a short while will be enough."
He looked at Ali with that same look one would give a grandson.
"However, Ali, since you doubt me so much now, how should I punish you once I've restored myself?"
For some reason, Ali subconsciously touched his missing earlobe.
Strange.
This man was clearly lying.
Why was he panicking?
How could a body shape change in such a short amount of time?
This man from the Dragon Kingdom really wouldn't accept the truth until he saw the coffin.
He laughed twice.
"If you really are my Great Leader, then for daring to doubt the Great Leader, I will take my own life according to the organization's rules."
Lin Pei hadn't expected that.
The organization's rules sounded quite ruthless.
Not bad at all... Before long, Lin Pei was followed by several Terrorist lackeys toward the studio where the Film Crew was shooting.
He requested to exercise alone inside and would come out once his physique was restored.
Passing by the surrounded Film Crew, everyone finally caught a chance to say a few words to him.
Zhang Ze said, "Since it's come to this, don't come out for a while. Stall as long as you can; it's best to wait until our people come to rescue us."
Hai Qing said, "Why don't you find a chance to run? See if there are any gaps or something in our studio."
Lin Texian said, "Oh no, what should we do? No matter how special your constitution is, muscles can't just grow like that in a moment. Why did you agree so easily?"
Huang Jingyu said, "Holy crap, Brother Lin is awesome! Brother Lin is going to grow muscles!"
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Thanks to [Qingcai Buqing] for the tip of Bobo Milk Tea.