The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 635 "Special Warfare Scar Wall

"What, planning to stop me?" Ye Chenfeng looked at them and said.

No words were exchanged by the two, they simply stepped forward a bit closer.

"If you want to leave, that’s fine. Just need their approval. Xiao Lei, Xiao Tong, take good care of him." Lin Xiangdong left these words behind and then took his leave.

When passing by Ye Chenfeng, he swept a contemptuous glance at him, his eyes filled with the smug certainty of envisioning Ye Chenfeng being beaten severely.

"Now that your chief has left, what’s the plan?" Ye Chenfeng raised an eyebrow and looked mockingly at the two men.

"Kid, you’ve successfully infuriated our chief," one of them said.

"And then what? Planning to hit me? Just you guys?" Ye Chenfeng’s face was full of disdain.

Xiao Lei and Xiao Tong were indeed elite members of Dragon Thorn, and they carried their arrogance proudly. Combined with their hot-blooded youth, Ye Chenfeng’s provocation had their anger surging.

"You’re playing with fire, brat!" Xiao Lei bellowed, his face turning crimson, and he quietly raised his right palm.

Ye Chenfeng’s gaze went straight to his palm and he laughed, "Played with knives too much."

These words startled Xiao Lei. How could Ye Chenfeng have known his palm bore knife wounds? He did indeed have many old scars, yet how could any ordinary person discern what caused them?

The fact that Ye Chenfeng could point it out meant only one thing: he had served in the military and was familiar with various types of scars.

"Looks like you’re no simple kid!" Xiao Lei remarked.

"Looks like you guys get injured often?" Ye Chenfeng asked.

The one named Xiao Tong said with overpowering arrogance, "Humph, what’s this little injury to speak of? In the last national red-and-blue military drill, a thumb-thick branch pierced through my left palm, and I didn’t make a single sound, insisting on accomplishing the mission."

Saying so, Xiao Tong brandished his palm triumphantly, indeed revealing a substantial scar that was startling to behold.

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng seemed utterly engrossed and even a hint of admiration in his eyes.

This seemed to fuel Xiao Tong further as he bragged loudly, "That’s nothing. Last year during a drill in Russia, Xiao Lei carried thirty kilograms of gear every day, and out of ten toenails, eight fell off. He went through six pairs of combat boots!"

"Is that so impressive?" Ye Chenfeng feigned a look of awe.

Xiao Tong grew even more smug, "Not just that, in the end, not only did we snatch the gold medal in the drill, but both Xiao Lei and I also made it onto our unit’s Special Warfare Scar Wall. It’s something we can be proud of for a lifetime."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chenfeng’s gaze suddenly sharpened.

He was all too familiar with the Dragon Thorn Reconnaissance Company’s Special Warfare Scar Wall; he had been featured on it many times over the years.

At the special forces embassy of the Southeast Military Command, there was a "Special Warfare Scar Wall."

Ye Chenfeng still remembered that at the time, a total of 30 plaques were hung on the wall in two rows, chronicling the sweat and blood of 30 Dragon Thorn soldiers in battle, symbolizing the pride, passion, valor, and resilience that flowed in the veins of the Dragon Thorn Reconnaissance Company.

Ye Chenfeng also recalled the day he and Xi Dazhuang first visited the Special Warfare Scar Wall. Aside from Ye Chenfeng, everyone else looked at it with eyes full of admiration, with even a hint of yearning, as if appearing on the "Special Warfare Scar Wall" was a great honor in itself.

Ye Chenfeng sneered at this, laughing coldly, "Why is appearing on that wall considered a glory? Isn’t it better not to be injured? Are you guys dumb?"

The two veterans replied coldly, "Rookie, you don’t understand."

Ye Chenfeng looked down on them, then said to the company commander Wang Long, "Commander, I promise I definitely won’t end up on that wall of cripples."

"As special forces, who doesn’t have a couple of scars?" Seeing Ye Chenfeng staring at the long scar on his own chin, company commander Wang Long retorted.

"That just means you were outskilled!" Ye Chenfeng said.

Wang Long thought about it and realized it was true. Then with a stern yet simple smile, he responded to Ye Chenfeng, "I’m keeping an eye on you."

But later Ye Chenfeng realized he was mistaken, because every time he returned from a mission, he inevitably made it onto what he called the "wall of cripples" once.

Of course, the injuries Ye Chenfeng sustained weren’t from any playacting but real combat.

In the end, Ye Chenfeng turned out to be the one with the most frequent visits to the wall. His injuries were not because he was outskilled but rather due to factors such as looking out for his comrades in battle. It wasn’t about being so strong that one could break out on their own.

"How come Xiao Lei and Xiao Tong haven’t come out yet?" Lin Xiangdong, who was outside, couldn’t help but feel anxious.

"Dad, why haven’t they come out yet?" Lin Qingzhu was even more curious.

"Just wait a little longer." Lin Xiangdong really wanted to go in and check, but if he went in, Lin Qingzhu would definitely follow.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng stunned, Xiao Lei and Xiao Tong exchanged glances and both smiled, thinking Ye Chenfeng was shocked.

"Hehe, you think you could make it onto the Special Warfare Scar Wall?" Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng threw out a sentence.

Upon hearing this, both Xiao Tong and Xiao Lei were shocked and couldn’t help but ask, "Kid, what did you just say?"

"A minor injury from acting gets you on the Special Warfare Scar Wall? Has Dragon Thorn fallen to such depths?" Ye Chenfeng continued to sneer.

"What are you saying, kid? You dare to insult Dragon Thorn?"

Xiao Tong took a sidestep, swayed, and swung a hard punch over, but Ye Chenfeng completely ignored it, moving swiftly like lightning, his palm hitting precisely on his wrist, and with a forward thrust of his body, Xiao Tong staggered back several steps.

"You..." Xiao Tong’s eyes were filled with unresolvable shock.

"Hold on!" Xiao Lei held back Xiao Tong.

"No, how do you know about Dragon Thorn?" Xiao Lei asked his own question.

Ye Chenfeng didn’t reply, still sneering, "Fancy moves and flashy footwork, all show but not practical. With such strength, if you were on a real battlefield, you probably wouldn’t withstand a single round of the enemy’s attack."

"What did you say? You dare to insult me? I am the third place winner of the military combat competition and the fourth place winner of the marksmanship contest!" Xiao Tong said, not convinced.

"Hehe, a military combat competition, is that the same as a real battlefield? Combat on a real battlefield isn’t about performing your fancy moves to gain applause. When you strike, it must be lethal, using all means necessary, with one goal only—to kill the enemy. Even if you must bite with your teeth, you need to kill your opponent. Otherwise, the one lying down will be you. And your so-called marksmanship competition, do you think that on a battlefield, the enemy will stand still for you, or move mechanically like a target for you to shoot? You must be living in a fantasy, right?" Ye Chenfeng said.