Seeing that Li Muchan came back in the evening and had to practice the Flying Bear Palm technique in the tent for an hour before going to bed, Zhao Shengli and the others were a little worried. He was a new recruit and he was worried that he would not be able to stand it after practicing so hard.

Li Muchan thanked everyone for their concern and felt warm in his heart.

That night, after practicing marksmanship with Coach Zhang, Li Muchan stood quietly by himself, thinking for a long time, then slowly put away his gun and walked back.

He suddenly stopped, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile, "Is that you?"

Yue Feihu put his hands on his hips, stared lazily at Li Muchan, and said with a smile: "It's me!... Didn't you expect that we would be waiting for you here?"

Li Muchan looked at the nine people around him, shook his head and said, "What are you doing?"

These people were all strong men, standing on both sides of Yue Feihu, like stars over the moon, all holding their arms and squinting at Li Muchan coldly.

Yue Feihu smiled and said: "We want to learn your marksmanship, monk!"

After that, they also drew their guns from their backs, and the gun heads shone coldly in the moonlight.

Li Muchan frowned, glanced at Yue Feihu, and smiled: "Do you really dare to kill me?"

"Why don't you dare?" Yue Feihu smiled, looked around, and said with a smile: "You are just a new soldier with no foundation. If you die, you will die. Who will cry out for you?... So, just accept your fate. You shouldn't."
Chapter completed!