Does your shitty brother know what a little shit you are?

Jian Li made no attempt to hide his disgust from the camera.

Scum like Lu Yuanhang, who tried to drag someone down with him even at death's door, were a dime a dozen among private mercenaries overseas.

Show even a little mercy, and you could get screwed over so badly your mother wouldn't even have a body to bury.

Even kneeling before the King of Hell, you might still never figure out

how the hell you'd died.

Having fought his way through hails of bullets, Jian Li certainly wasn't going to be nice to Lu Yuanhang. He stopped dead and looked down coldly. "My advice? Someone with your constitution shouldn't join physically demanding variety shows. Not only does it send your chances of dying through the roof, you'll backstab other people, too."

At the speed he'd been running, he would have taken a nasty fall if that hand had caught him.

Medical staff were on their way. Lying on the training field, Lu Yuanhang half closed his eyes and said weakly, "I'm sorry, Jian Li. I just reached out on instinct..."

"Could you keep your theatrics as minimal as your intelligence?" Jian Li cut him off, turning away before he'd even finished speaking. "Sorry, I haven't finished my training assignment. I'll leave you to keep filming this useless loser."

The cameraman followed Jian Li's retreating figure, and the livestream chat erupted.

[His teammate fell, and Jian Li didn't help him up-that's bad enough, but he even made all those nasty remarks?! Does he have any compassion at all?!]

[I think Jian Li's right. With that sickly, delicate persona, Lu Yuanhang really isn't suited to an adventure show. This is only training. If they were doing a survival escape mission in the jungle, he'd probably die even faster!]

[The director of Lone Warrior already stressed how brutal this show is. Survival of the fittest. He ran a few steps and already ran out of stamina. How are they supposed to film the rest?!]

[If they're teammates, shouldn't they stick together and help each other? Since when did selfish comments like Jian Li's become the accepted norm?! This is terrifying!]

[Quit fucking guilt-tripping people! This is a solo game! Nobody needs teammates! I support Jian Li. Useless losers deserve to be eliminated!]

[...]

After the medical staff carried him away on a stretcher, Lu Yuanhang rested in the infirmary. While the staff weren't watching, he took out his phone to read the livestream comments.

He'd thought Jian Li's arrogant behavior would spark public outrage, earning sympathy for an innocent little victim like himself, maliciously ostracized just as filming began.

But what had happened instead?

The comments were overwhelmingly against him?

They called him a product of the overseas Demasculinization Plan, no better than a useless loser.

Some were even trying to organize a boycott and demand that he leave the show?!

What was wrong with this world?

Had everyone completely lost their minds?!

Lu Yuanhang's eyes reddened with fury. He snatched up his phone and made a call. The other end picked up quickly. "Bro-"

"They're bullying me-"

In fact, the training field wasn't large.

The twenty laps were soon over.

Having maintained a steady pace throughout, Jian Li was the first to return to his spot.

The instructor stopped the timer and nodded. "Very good. Close to the record. If nobody had held you up, you could absolutely have broken it."

He paused and glanced at the guests who had just come to a stop. "You did well, too."

They all had potential.

The instructor swallowed that last remark.

As a retired officer from an army combat unit, he had a secret assignment from his organization. He couldn't casually reveal his feelings.

"I'll be taking you through the next half month of training. I didn't have time to introduce myself last night. My surname is Feng, and my given name is Dayuan." Feng Dayuan's face turned stern again, his voice firm and ringing. "You can call me Instructor Feng."

"During this time, I'll treat everyone equally, and I won't go easy on anyone. If you're afraid you can't handle hardship, quit now. Don't waste everyone's time!"

"I sincerely hope you'll be true heroes on the training field, not sissies collapsed on the ground!"

Just then, a thin, weak voice rang out.

"Reporting, sir. I'd like to rejoin the group."

Feng Dayuan didn't turn around. "Can't hear you. Louder!"

Lu Yuanhang gritted his teeth, then shouted at the top of his lungs. "Reporting, sir! I'd like to rejoin the group!"

Feng Dayuan turned. "What? Not dizzy anymore?"

"Yes, I'm much better." Suppressing his anger, Lu Yuanhang nodded obediently.

Wasn't that crack about sissies aimed at me?!

Even a temporary instructor dares to take snide shots at me?!

Hah. You have no idea who you're dealing with.

Once my brother puts in more investment, you'll be the first to go!

Lu Yuanhang sneered inwardly and hurried over to the formation.

"That's all for today's basic physical conditioning." Feng Dayuan wasted no words, immediately announcing the next training assignment. "Put on your bulletproof vests in a moment. We're heading to the shooting range."

"The shooting range?" Lu Yuanhang repeated excitedly.

Feng Dayuan frowned and glared at him. "What? Afraid of loud noises? Prone to fainting?"

"No." Lu Yuanhang hurriedly waved his hands. "I'm not afraid."

Not only am I not afraid, I'm really looking forward to it!

A task I can complete without exhausting myself? This is right up my alley.

After all, I've been going to the club with Siqi since I was little. I might not be the best shot, but I'm better than plenty of people.

Handling a training assignment will be no problem at all.

With that thought, he glanced happily at Jian Li. Seeing that enviably handsome face darken, he couldn't help gloating inwardly.

Last time, during a shooting segment on another show, I got someone to set this bastard up to make a fool of himself. The cartridge case that flew out afterward nearly disfigured him.

Tsk, tsk. What a shame.

All it left him with was a little psychological trauma...

Try not to cry later!

On the way to the shooting range, Jian Li was somewhat distracted.

Only after putting on his bulletproof vest and picking up the CZ P-10 C did his eyes begin to shine.

Finally-

At long last!

Holding the old friend that had once been his constant companion again, he couldn't describe his excitement...

In fact, he really couldn't describe it, because the malicious supporting character with a death wish had already approached.

"Jian Li, are you afraid to touch it? That's okay. Just tell the instructor. He'll definitely give you special treatment." Lu Yuanhang calmly picked up his CZ P-10 C as he sneered. "After all, we all know you once pissed yourself in fear."

Jian Li gave him a sidelong look. "Does your shitty brother know what a little shit you are?"

"Wh-what?" Lu Yuanhang was a little bewildered. "Why are you slurring your words?"

"Pfft!" Yuan Feng, who had been holding back and trying to look inscrutable, couldn't contain his laughter. "What slurring? He said 'shit'!"

What a fucking little shit!

Jian Li's a genius!

Seeing Yuan Feng laugh until tears came to his eyes, Lu Yuanhang finally realized he'd been insulted again. His face immediately darkened, and he raised the metal weapon in his hand toward Jian Li's forehead.

He'd expected the bastard to piss himself in terror, but the instant he swung his arm up, he found his hand empty.

"You-"

Lu Yuanhang panicked for a moment, then stared dumbfounded as Jian Li dismantled the metal weapon like a toy, reducing it to a pile of parts.

Before he could say anything, a heavy blow struck his face.

"Anyone fooling around on the shooting range can get the hell out!"