Qi Fenglian couldn’t get what she wanted from her family, and when she returned to her in-laws, naturally Zhang Jisheng pursued her with questions. Qi Fenglian recounted Father Qi’s words, and as expected, it caused quite a stir, leaving her so distressed that she cried, ruining the festive day.
Meanwhile, in Qing City, Cheng Su was home alone during the festival, feeling lonely. She refused the invitation from Chunhua and Guiying, and decided to spend the holiday at a restaurant with the others.
Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, thousands of homes lit up, with children joyfully running around with lanterns, laughter echoing from every household.
Cheng Su watched the flickering lights in the darkness and the huge, round moon hanging in the sky, feeling intensely lonely!
It’s said that one feels the loneliest during festive times, and it’s true. Usually, she didn’t feel it, but now she indeed felt very solitary.
Really missing that guy!
Wondering if he’s eaten mooncakes, thinking of her!
At this moment, Qi Taiguo wasn’t thinking of her. Beneath the massive round moon, he was seated by a pool, biting the end of a blood-stopping band, while using his hands to wrap the other end around his hand.
Just now, he had experienced a fight.
The day’s arrangement was combat tactics, with a five-person team. Ren Yang was the commander of his squad, while Qi Taiguo played the role of an assault soldier responsible for eliminating breakthrough disruptions.
The opposing squad, led by a deputy camp commander, faced them. It seemed to be a deliberate arrangement by the instructor; the opponent’s assault soldier was Yao Qingjun.
On Mid-Autumn Festival night, the bright moonlight was actually quite disadvantageous to the battle plan, as excessive brightness hindered concealment, but what was disadvantageous to one side was equally disadvantageous to the other.
Just moments ago, Qi Taiguo disrupted the enemy’s trap mechanism but ended up with a knife wound on his arm.
This kind of confrontation battle involved real weapons to simulate the real cruelty of going to war, though everyone wore bulletproof vests.
Rustle, rustle.
Qi Taiguo paused his biting on the band, instinctively put it down, and picked up the pistol beside him, looking around alertly.
Suddenly, he turned sharply, aiming the pistol at the opponent’s forehead.
"Let’s see if your knife is quicker or my gun," Qi Taiguo loaded the trigger coldly, glaring at the opponent.
Yao Qingjun’s knife was pressed against Qi Taiguo’s main artery, taking a glance around.
"Don’t worry, no one’s here. It’s your chance to strike, enough to leave no trace behind!" Qi Taiguo sneered.
Yao Qingjun’s gaze sharpened.
"What benefits did Jiang Conghe offer you? To make you willing to be his dog, repeatedly seeking chances to kill me," Qi Taiguo squinted, asking, "Commander? Regiment leader?"
"Would I rely on a regiment leader position? What a joke," Yao Qingjun sneered, "Guangcheng’s military commissioner."
"No wonder," Qi Taiguo’s tone shifted, "Do it then!"
Yao Qingjun’s eyes turned fierce, but before he could fully react, Qi Taiguo spun around, kicking his dagger away.
Yao Qingjun felt a numbness in his hand, and the weapon was no longer within grasp, so he resorted to bare-handed fighting, engaging in a melee with Qi Taiguo.
After exchanging thirty to forty moves, Qi Taiguo exposed his center chest, and Yao Qingjun immediately leaped in mid-air, aiming chain kicks at Qi Taiguo.
His chain kicks had been taught by a renowned master, gaining fame, and securing a championship with this move in prior battles.
Qi Taiguo didn’t retreat but advanced, stepping forward two steps, quickly grabbing Yao Qingjun’s foot with both hands, pulling forward fiercely, then forcefully snapping.
Crack, the sound of bone fracturing, followed by Yao Qingjun’s anguished scream reverberating through the forest.
"Opportunity missed is indeed missed, your commissioner position is gone!" Qi Taiguo looked down at Yao Qingjun sprawled on the ground, speaking coldly.
Yao Qingjun glared at him with eyes full of resentment, drenched in cold sweat.