Transmigrated Son-in-law

Without saying anything, Liu Yuan let the lid off the equipment on his body. He carried it on his back, raised his wrist and looked at the time. He said, "You all watch it well. It's 9: 15 now."    

    

After saying this, Liu Yuan turned around and ran towards Bei Shan.    

    

In the next second, everyone was shocked because they saw Liu Yuan moving forward like a nimble monkey. To them, a weed over one meter tall was as easy as walking on flat ground. Not only was the lid of the pot shocked, but some of the older soldiers also had looks of admiration on their faces.    

    

In less than a minute, Liu Yuan arrived at the foot of the Northern Mountain.    

    

"Holy shit, isn't the instructor too abnormal!?"    

    

"With this speed, if we were to participate in the Olympic sprint, Bolt would be out of trouble."    

    

Not only them, even Yang Xuan could not help but nod his head. A distance of two hundred meters was very close. If it was a normal run, anyone could have arrived within a minute. Don't forget, not only did Liu Yuan carry 15 kg of body weight, there was also an unknown vine among the weeds.    

    

Under these circumstances, it was obvious that an ordinary person would not be able to complete Liu Yuan's task within a minute.    

    

At the foot of the mountain, Liu Yuan didn't stop at all and started to climb.    

    

There were no roads on the mountain, only rocks and shrubs, but Liu Yuan was still fine. From afar, he saw a shadow jumping from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain in five minutes.    

    

After a few minutes, Liu Yuan came back. He threw his military bag at the foot of the lid and asked: "Do you have any other questions?"    

    

How could he dare to say more? He was the one who said it to Liu Yuan. If Liu Yuan could finish it within half an hour, he would write his name upside down. However, Liu Yuan only used 15 minutes.    

    

"What are you still standing there for?" Liu Yuan glared at him.    

    

The lid of the pot hurried to hoist the army bag over his shoulder.    

    

After he was done, under Liu Yuan's instructions, everyone ran towards the north mountain.    

    

Liu Yuan threw a cigarette to Yang Xuan and smiled, "I will take 15 minutes, but I think you will only take 10 minutes!"    

    

Yang Xuan took a puff on his cigarette and said lightly, "Five minutes."    

    

Don't forget that he is a master of the Dark Force stage, and he is only a third-rate master. There are several levels between the two of them, and for a Level 1 warrior to enter the Dark Force stage, it would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.    

    

If a First Rated Warrior wanted to enter the dark energy stage, they must learn how to use the dark energy. This was something ordinary people couldn't do, no matter how hard they tried, because it was related to talent.    

    

When big brother Xuan said he would only use five minutes, he was probably being modest.    

    

"Older brother Xuan, are you at the early stage of the hidden strength?" Liu Yuan asked.    

    

"Late stage of the Dark Jing."    

    

Hearing this, Liu Yuan was shocked once again. It was already rare to see an expert who could step into the hidden strength realm, but he didn't expect that Brother Xuan was already an expert in the later stages of the hidden strength realm.    

    

Thinking back, he and Jiang Bo actually wanted to find trouble with Yang Xuan. If it wasn't for the leniency of Yang Xuan, the two of them might have already died.    

    

The first three who came back were all retired veterans within fifteen minutes. Liu Yuan thought it was a good idea and started communicating with a few others.    

    

Yang Xuan glanced at the mountain in boredom. There was actually still someone who hadn't climbed to the top yet. Suddenly, a petite figure not far away caught his attention.    

    

Because Yang Xuan seemed to have seen it somewhere before when he watched Ye Zichen's actions.    

    

What confused Yang Xuan even more was that when Yang Xuan looked at this person, this person seemed to intentionally avoid Yang Xuan's gaze.    

    

When that person came back, he hid behind them. This confused Yang Xuan even more. Did he know this person?    

    

Yang Xuan threw his cigarette butt and walked towards the person.    

    

"Raise your head."    

    

Yang Xuan said to that person when they got close.    

    

The man froze for a moment before he slowly raised his head.    

    

Although his face was painted with oil, Yang Xuan still recognized him.    

    

"It's you!" Yang Xuan was pleasantly surprised.    

    

"You must have recognized the wrong person, my name is Han Bing."    

    

"Hehe, you still want to pretend that you don't know me?"    

    

The moment Yang Xuan finished speaking, he placed his hand on Yang Xuan's shoulder.    

    

Yang Xuan exerted force and a big hole appeared on the camouflage clothes on the man's shoulder. On Yang Xuan's shoulder, a lifelike five-clawed dragon could clearly be seen.    

    

Yang Xuan smiled, "You're not called Han Bing, you're called Han Cheng. The reason you're called Han Bing is because you said something before you left. No matter what the organization did to you, you won't regret becoming an eight-year-old soldier."    

    

The man stared at Yang Xuan and laughed bitterly after a few seconds, "I tried to clean this tattoo but the pigeon, Xue Ci, couldn't."    

    

An hour later, Yang Xuan and Han Cheng sat facing each other in a restaurant.    

    

There were two meat dishes and two vegetables on the table. There were also six bottles of beer. Neither of them said anything as they just sat there.    

    

After a long while, Yang Xuan broke the silence, "What have you been busy with for so many years?"    

    

I didn't do anything, did some small business, lost a lot of money, and then worked on the construction site. When I was settling the salary, the boss didn't give me any money, so I hit the boss. That boss knew a few people, and after some work, I was locked up for half a year before being released.    

    

Han Cheng said with a sigh. On his weathered face, there was a sign that this did not match his actual age. Han Cheng was actually a year younger than Yang Xuan.    

    

Hearing this, Yang Xuan grinned. With Han Cheng's straightforward character of hating evil like him, it would be strange if the boss didn't pay him any wages, and it was precisely because of this personality that led to Han Cheng being fired back then.    

    

That year, Han Cheng led a team to carry out an assignment at the border. Due to the drug dealer shooting the hostage in front of him, Han Cheng got angry and killed the drug dealer's head on the spot. As for this drug dealer, his superior had named him as' alive '. Not only did Han Cheng not listen to his advice, he even pointed at the judge's nose and cursed at him. Originally, the punishment for this drug dealer was not that severe, but Han Cheng just cursed at him and he was directly expelled from the military.    

    

In the end, Han Cheng felt that he had done the right thing. He slapped his epaulette on the face of the judge and threw the dozen or so military medals he had obtained during his recruitment onto the floor.    

    

From Yang Xuan's point of view, after a few years of training in this society, that hateful Han Cheng had become much more reserved.    

    

This was probably something that was pretty good for Han Cheng!    

    

"What plans do you have for the future?" You wouldn't be willing to be a security guard, right? " Yang Xuan asked after taking a sip of his beer.    

    

"Let's talk about the future later. Right now, I just want to have a bite to eat."