Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 180: Return to the Military District

Seeing this, Lin Kuang was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why the girl was pouting. He waited until Yang Ruoxi finished her Tai Chi before walking over.

"Why the pout? Was I so handsome today that it made you shy?" Lin Kuang asked brazenly.

"Pah! You’re getting more and more shameless!" Yang Ruoxi retorted tartly.

"Hey, I’m just telling the truth. Don’t get so worked up." With a grin, Lin Kuang wrapped an arm around Yang Ruoxi’s slender waist.

Her cheeks flushed at his touch, but she didn’t resist, letting him hold her as they walked back to the Yang family’s house. Perhaps out of shyness, she finally shook off his hand only when they stepped inside. Lin Kuang didn’t mind.

As they entered the living room, little Xinxin came bouncing over.

"Little Uncle, hugs!" little Xinxin said with a giggle.

A smile spread across Lin Kuang’s face as he bent down and lifted the little girl into his arms. Yang Ruoxi, long accustomed to her niece’s behavior, said nothing and simply went upstairs to wait for him.

"Xinxin, how come I never see you practicing your writing? Don’t you have homework?" Lin Kuang asked with a smile.

"Of course not! Xinxin is a genius, you know. Kindergarten exercises are way too childish for me; I learned them ages ago. I’m studying first-grade material now," little Xinxin declared, tilting her small head back with a proud, haughty look.

Lin Kuang blinked in surprise. He had only asked casually and hadn’t expected her to be so advanced.

"Wow, Xinxin, you’re so amazing! That’s fantastic!" he exclaimed, planting a big kiss on her cheek.

Little Xinxin beamed, accepting the praise happily.

After chatting with her for a little while longer, Lin Kuang handed her over to Yang Ruotong. At the sight of Lin Kuang, Yang Ruotong couldn’t help but recall the previous afternoon’s madness, and a faint blush colored her charming face.

As Lin Kuang passed Xinxin to her, his hand deliberately squeezed her full breast. A fiery blush spread across Yang Ruotong’s face, and she shot him a coquettishly annoyed glare. Lin Kuang just chuckled. Growing bolder, he squeezed her again before bringing his hand to his nose for a theatrical sniff. This made Yang Ruotong blush so deeply she looked as if she might die from embarrassment.

Seeing this, Lin Kuang stopped teasing her and turned to go upstairs to transmit True Qi to Yang Ruoxi.

After he was done, he left immediately without staying for dinner. Yang Ruoxi asked him to stay, but he made the excuse that he needed to go to the East Sea Military Region, so she didn’t press the issue. In reality, Lin Kuang just wanted to get back and spend some time with Liu Shilin.

Back at the Liu family’s home, Liu Shilin and the little Witch were already at the dining table. Both were in pajamas, though this time they were wearing bras underneath—a clear defense against the lecherous gazes of Lin Kuang.

Lin Kuang felt a pang of disappointment at not being able to admire their figures, but the sight of two beauties joining him for breakfast was more than enough to lift his spirits.

After breakfast, Lin Kuang changed his clothes, got into Liu Shilin’s Maserati, and drove straight to the East Sea Military Region. It seemed Yang Wucheng had already spoken to the guards at the gate, as he got in without any trouble at all.

He parked the car and headed toward the Seal Special Team’s training room. It was exactly eight o’clock, and Yang Wucheng was already waiting for him at the door.

Seeing Lin Kuang arrive, Yang Wucheng smiled. "You’re here."

"Yes, sir!" Lin Kuang snapped a standard military salute, his expression solemn.

Yang Wucheng chuckled. "Alright, no need for such formalities with me. You don’t have to salute from now on; you’re not currently serving in the military."

Lin Kuang smiled and nodded in agreement.

"By the way, you’ve really lit a fire under these youngsters. I’ve noticed they’ve been training like madmen these past few days," Yang Wucheng said with another smile.

"That’s great," Lin Kuang laughed. "These guys have a lot of potential. It just hasn’t been fully drawn out yet."

"Well, I’ll leave them in your hands, then. Feel free to push them as hard as you need to. I’ll take my leave. The place is all yours." With that, Yang Wucheng gave Lin Kuang’s shoulder a light pat and turned to leave.

Watching him go, Lin Kuang smiled to himself. His waiting for me here was undoubtedly a show of trust, a sign for me to go all out. That’s exactly what I wanted. If he was worried about his soldiers being pushed too hard, I’d have to hold back, and the training wouldn’t be effective.

With that thought, Lin Kuang stepped into the training room.

Inside, the nine bare-chested members of the Seal Special Team were locked in a chaotic brawl. Every blow landed solidly, with nothing held back. Lin Kuang watched quietly, nodding in satisfaction.

When Zhang Tianyou, Sun Lei, Li Liang, and Hu Yang saw him, they started to stop.

"Don’t stop. Continue," Lin Kuang said calmly. "I want to see who wins. Whoever is left standing will be this week’s captain."

That single sentence was like a shot of adrenaline. The fight, already fierce, escalated to a whole new level of chaotic intensity.

Lin Kuang watched with a placid expression, but inwardly he was quite pleased. The strength of these nine is commendable, though Wang Hong, Zhou Shuang, and Chen Hai are a bit weaker. The other six are closely matched, and as captain, Zhang Tianyou is indeed a cut above the rest.

The brutal melee raged for over half an hour until everyone was lying on the ground, exhausted. Only Sun Lei remained on his feet. He was gasping for breath, sweat pouring down his forehead, but he was the victor. Victory in a free-for-all wasn’t just about strength; it required tactical thinking. Fighting blindly was useless. Sun Lei had both the brains and the brawn, so his win was well-deserved.

"Alright, the match is over. The winner of this melee is Sun Lei. Sun Lei, congratulations. For this week, you are the captain.

"However, don’t get too happy. If you lose the melee next Sunday, your weight will increase to fifteen kilograms. Rewards and punishments. Perfectly fair," Lin Kuang said coolly.

Sun Lei’s initial joy at winning vanished, and his face fell. So this was a system of rewards and punishments!

"Alright, everyone take a twenty-minute break. Afterward, you will do push-ups with a ten-kilogram pack," Lin Kuang announced, then his gaze fell on three of the men. "Chen Hai, Zhou Shuang, and Wang Hong—your packs will be fifteen kilograms."