Chapter 10, The Path of Life (Part 1)

Upon hearing the lieutenant colonel's inquiry, Feng Yinglou instinctively shook his head. However, facing the other party's eyes, which were still as eerily red yet filled with concern, Feng Yinglou hesitated slightly and eventually nodded obediently. Then, lightly licking his lips, he said: "If you let me eat another mangosteen, it might not hurt anymore"

He noticed that the gaze of Fengying Building was constantly fixated on his right leg. After a brief moment of contemplation, Mo Tian understood the confusion swirling in the little one's mind, which he dared not voice. He reached down and pulled back the hem of his pants, revealing that his right leg was, in fact, a prosthetic limb made entirely of plastic.

Would you like to have some juice, or should I also prepare a serving of beer mixed with yogurt for you? Some people say that this kind of drink not only tastes good but also has the effect of refreshing and invigorating you

Feng Hongwei was momentarily taken aback, but he could tell that this lieutenant colonel had a fondness for his son, and that was enough. Feng Hongwei shot a glare at his wife, who still did not understand the situation and was adamantly trying to prevent their son from being alone with the other party, as she carefully closed the door tightly.

Without saying it, the person in the mouth of the lieutenant colonel is, of course, Lei Hongfei, the brother who just formed a brotherhood with the Wind Shadow Pavilion yesterday! Although filled with resentment, for some reason, upon thinking of Lei Hongfei, the Wind Shadow Pavilion suddenly realized that it was not as afraid of him as it had thought.

Upon hearing this, even the colonel's eyes revealed a hint of amusement. "If he weren't of good stock, how could this little fellow suddenly shout out such a memorable slogan as 'I want to rebel!'"

Watching Feng Ying Lou devour the ginseng fruit like Zhu Bajie, and then glancing at the bandages wrapped around him, a flicker of regret passed through the colonel's eyes. Although he had exerted all his effort to control his kick, he still ended up breaking one of Feng Ying Lou's ribs.

The blanket, which essentially holds no significance, provides Feng Ying Lou with a semblance of security. Feng Ying Lou perked up his ears, listening as the visitor dragged a chair over and sat down beside him

By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mo Tian. You can call me Uncle Mo, or you can just call me by my name. If you are still upset about the kick I gave you, feel free to call me the big bad guy, and I will nod in agreement.

When the door to the ward was finally pulled open, Feng Hongwei dashed back in a few quick steps. If you did not witness his actions, you could never imagine that such a refined individual, who had rarely been to a training ground and, to be honest, hardly knew how to use a gun, could move so swiftly and nimbly.

The gaze of the Wind Shadow Pavilion fell once again on Mo Tian's left arm. As he bent down to lift the hem of his trousers, a clear puncture wound was revealed on the skin that emerged from his sleeve

On this day, Mo Tian and Feng Ying discussed for a full two hours, while Feng Hongwei, as a father, was like an ant on a hot pan, constantly pacing back and forth in the corridor outside the hospital room, murmuring to himself, not quite sure what he was mumbling about

If you don't want to drink anything, you might as well try the mangosteen, known as "the fruit after fruits," which an instructor from our school brought back from Thailand. It is three times sweeter than an apple, and it has a smooth texture that is not greasy, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance. Although it can also be found in some supermarkets in the national market, those are fruits grown in the southern part of our country. Lacking the climate and temperature of that region, both the taste and texture are noticeably several levels inferior.

The Wind Shadow Pavilion widened its eyes, "And then?"

Alright, no problem, no problem, absolutely no problem

Staring at the man in front of him who, even when smiling, lacks warmth in his face, Feng Yinglou suddenly grabbed the blanket as the door to the ward was tightly closed, and without a second thought, covered his head with it.

Does it still hurt

Feng Hongwei nodded vigorously. He grabbed his wife, who seemed about to ask something, and just as they were about to leave the hospital room, he suddenly turned back as if recalling something, saying: "Although I am just a colonel, I have long planned to stay in the army for a lifetime. Only when I am old and unable to work, when the army no longer needs me, will I retire."

At a position just one centimeter below Mo Tian's throat, there was a gunshot wound, a wound that penetrated his neck but did not take his life

"How is it? Tastes good, right?" The colonel suppressed a smile at the corners of his mouth and said leisurely, "If you want to eat more, then take it from my hand yourself. I'm not your mother; I don't have the habit of feeding you mouthful by mouthful."

Cocooned in the quilt, listening to the vivid introduction by the major, Feng Yinglou couldn't help but swallow hard. At that moment, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted through the air; it was the major who, after cutting open a mangosteen, took out a piece and, through the quilt, presented it right in front of Feng Yinglou.

Looking at the man in front of him who was smiling, Feng Yinglou was completely stunned. Because in Mo Tian's head-shaking smile, Feng Yinglou finally understood why the weather was so hot, why he was dressed casually, and why he insisted on fastening the top button tightly.

"During the Vietnam War, we engaged in gunfire with the Vietnamese special forces in the dense jungle. As a result, while pursuing them, I stepped on a landmine. Fortunately, I lost a leg, but I managed to survive."

Oh, this. Mo Tian casually brought his left arm closer to the Fengying Building, "One of my legs was blown off, but I am not incapacitated. Three years ago, I led a few trainees to ambush East Turkestan terrorists near the border of Afghanistan in China. As it turned out, there were hostages on the other side. To avoid harming innocents, I put down my weapon and walked over alone. Only then did I realize that the three of them were in cahoots, trying to set a trap to capture me, the commander, first."

Upon hearing such exaggerated achievements, Feng Yinglou exclaimed, "You are lying!"

Before the words had left his mouth, the majority of the mangosteen in the lieutenant colonel's hand had vanished

The major took out a mangosteen again. As he used a small knife to peel away the purple-red hard skin, he could clearly see from the corner of his eye that the gaze from the Wind Shadow Building was following the movement of the knife in his hand. Indeed, there was no need for anyone to guess; using delicious food to quickly draw two people closer together was definitely not a task the major excelled at, but rather a skill imparted to him by his sworn brother, Lei Hongfei!

By the way... Feng Hongwei pointed to his wife and said: "Whether it is I or my spouse, we both come from military families. Although neither of our parents held high official positions, they both died on the battlefield during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. This can be considered as having a solid background, ensuring absolute loyalty to the Party and the country"

I was pierced in the left arm by a sharpened steel rod, but I did not let them off easily, Mo Tian said casually: Their biggest mistake was not piercing my right arm as well, which allowed me to seize the opportunity and take them all down with a single punch each

Finally, the quilt was not pitch black. Feng Yinglou cautiously examined the object presented before him, shaped like a clove of garlic, with a color almost identical, yet exuding a crystalline texture. It was a fruit from a foreign land, and the subtle fragrance was distinctly different from the apples he was accustomed to. Unable to resist the temptation of delicacies, he took a bite.

Mo Tian smiled, he truly smiled, raising his right fist, he said: "The human body is actually very fragile; as long as there is sufficient strength and speed, and a clear understanding of every weakness of the human body, a fist can become the most lethal weapon."

I know

Mo Tianjing quietly gazed at Feng Hongwei for a full minute before softly saying: "Your son was destined to become a tiger, yet you have raised him to be a cat"