"You!"
"Song Qiao! I think you're just scared!"
On the training ground of the Security Department, Fan Zhou was completely enraged by Song Qiao's words.
He pointed at Song Qiao, his forehead bulging with veins!
"Hmph, I'll say it again. If you don't dare to compete with me, then just kneel before me and admit defeat!"
"I'll spare you."
Fan Zhou had actually planned it out. As long as Song Qiao knelt and admitted defeat in person, he would lose the support of the Yangcheng Security Department. Then, using his inspection status, he could easily drive this guy away.
Whether they fought today or not, Song Qiao was unlikely to remain in the Security Department.
This was also what had been arranged beforehand when he came.
At this moment, the soldiers training not far away were full of anticipation.
"Hey, why isn't Instructor Song agreeing? This guy surnamed Fan should be taught a lesson!"
"Exactly. In my opinion, we should beat this Fan Zhou soundly and then throw him out."
"Instructor Song should teach this guy a good lesson, so he knows that we in Yangcheng are not to be trifled with."
A group of soldiers murmured amongst themselves, all hoping for a fight.
Wu Meng, who was beside Song Qiao, thought it would be better not to fight. If they just left like this, nothing would happen.
If a fight broke out, it would be very dangerous.
However, Song Qiao neither left nor immediately agreed to fight. Instead, he let out a light, mocking laugh.
"Heh, you've calculated it well. If I lose to you, I'll leave the Security Department, but what if you lose?"
"After provoking me, do you get to pay no price if you lose?"
"I lose?"
When Fan Zhou heard this, it was as if he had heard a joke.
"Hahaha!"
"Song Qiao, Song Qiao, you're too naive. How could I possibly lose?"
As he spoke, he pointed at himself with his thumb, his face full of mockery.
"Do you know who my master is?"
"I don't fear scaring you. My master is a General of the Security Department, Guan Fei."
Just hearing this name, Song Qiao hadn't reacted yet, but the soldiers nearby were all shocked.
"What! Guan Fei? You mean General Guan from our Security Department? No way!"
"It must be, who else could it be? This is bad. I heard that General Guan has mastered ancient martial arts to perfection and is a renowned expert in the entire Security Department."
"It's over. Instructor Song is finished. Someone taught by General Guan must be extraordinary."
...
The surrounding soldiers, including Captain Zhou, were all filled with shock and unwillingness.
Song Qiao was destined to lose now.
He was taught by General Guan, so he had the right to be arrogant and confident. Even if their Instructor Song was powerful, he was probably no match.
The reputation of the Yangcheng Security Department was about to be completely lost.
What could be done?
Zhou Er was anxious. After thinking for a moment, he hurried forward and pulled Song Qiao aside.
"Instructor Song, um, you might not have heard of Guan Fei, but he has mastered ancient martial arts to perfection. The people he teaches, let alone you, few in the entire Security Department can defeat them."
"Why don't you... I think it's best to forget it."
He wanted to persuade him, as Song Qiao was now related to the reputation of the Yangcheng Security Department.
"Admitting defeat now will only result in a little loss of face. It's normal to be inferior in skill."
"But if you lose later, you will definitely have to fulfill what you promised. Do you really want to leave the Security Department, Instructor Song?"
Despite the persuasion, Song Qiao waved his hand.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
He said it casually, not taking it to heart.
He could see that although Fan Zhou's foundation in external martial arts was extremely solid and his muscles were intimidating, he had no internal energy. He was no match for him at all.
It was like a long saber against a handgun, no comparison.
Meanwhile, Fan Zhou was rather enjoying the shocked and envious looks from the people around him. Becoming a disciple of Guan Fei was also an honor.
His expression became even more arrogant and fierce.
"Since I've revealed my background, you must be scared now. Even if you kneel and beg for mercy, it's useless. This competition must begin."
Song Qiao shrugged.
"I'll say it again, what happens if you lose?"
This immediately made Fan Zhou's face turn grim.
"Hmph! You think I'll lose? Fine, if I lose, I, Fan Zhou, will kneel down and crawl out of the Security Department!"
"From now on, I will never interfere with any matters of the Yangcheng Security Department again!"
Fan Zhou's promise had been made, and now he was waiting for Song Qiao to agree.
But Wu Meng was afraid that Song Qiao would impulsively agree.
"Song Qiao, you absolutely cannot agree. I've heard of Guan Fei. He is very famous throughout our Huaxia."
"Let's not be impulsive. How about we just forget it?"
She quickly tried to persuade him, as Fan Zhou looked tall and strong, his limbs muscular, and his stance like a fierce tiger, which was frightening to behold.
If a fight really broke out, Song Qiao would surely be at a disadvantage.
In her opinion, losing face was better than getting injured on the spot. Sacrificing dignity now for the sake of immediate face would be a heavy loss.
When Song Qiao heard this, he smiled wryly.
"I say, do you have so little faith in me?"
"I don't... I..."
"Alright, just watch me teach him a lesson with peace of mind."
With that, Song Qiao strode forward, his gaze fixed on Fan Zhou.
"Alright, stop using those cheap provocation tactics. I accept your conditions. Let's begin."
Fan Zhou's face showed a look of disdain.
"Song Qiao, if you turn around and leave, you'll still have to get out of the Security Department, but I would have thought more of you. But you actually dare to accept."
"Heh, since you want to court death, I'll fulfill your wish."
The next moment, Fan Zhou rushed out like a fierce tiger!
His momentum exuded an invincible force, as if it were the most formidable "Iron Mountain Lean" of Chinese ancient martial arts.
However, without internal energy, he was no match for Song Qiao.
When the ferocious force was halfway there, Song Qiao lightly pressed a palm and blocked the tiger-like strike!
What!
This... How is this possible!
Fan Zhou was shocked. His full-strength Iron Mountain Lean would dent even a steel plate, so how could it be so easily blocked by someone with a light push?
In his anger, he gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength again, his forehead veins bulging instantly!
"Ah!"
But as Song Qiao channeled his internal energy and pressed down fiercely, his palm felt like a mountain pressing down, forcing Fan Zhou to his knees.
One strike!
Facing Song Qiao, he was utterly defenseless.