That afternoon, Lu Yun stepped out of his bedroom and found all eighteen women already seated in the living room.
“Were you waiting for me?” he asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Long Xiaoyun replied with a nod.
“Then let’s go.”
Smiling, Lu Yun said nothing more and headed for the door.
“Lu Yun.”
Du Feifei called out to him.
He stopped and turned around.
“You don’t have to challenge them out of spite.”
The others nodded in agreement.
Although they disliked Lu Yun, they didn’t actually want to see him embarrass himself.
After all, he was still their husband in name.
“You all think I’m going to lose?” Lu Yun asked calmly.
No one answered.
Their silence was answer enough.
Lu Yun simply shook his head, ignored them, and walked out.
The women exchanged glances before following after him.
Under the eager gaze of the entire military district, Lu Yun arrived at the drill ground.
The place was already packed.
Every soldier who wasn’t on duty or in training had come to watch.
The elite soldiers from each special operations unit were already waiting.
“He’s here!”
“Haha! His wives are here too. This is going to be entertaining.”
“I wonder which elite soldier he’ll challenge.”
“He’ll definitely pick the weakest one. But even the weakest among these special forces aces is far beyond him. I couldn’t beat them myself, let alone that useless pretty boy.”
“Exactly. Just wait for him to make a fool of himself.”
Mocking laughter and sarcastic remarks echoed throughout the crowd.
Lu Yun heard every word, yet remained completely composed.
He wasn’t angry.
He knew that in a place like this, only strength mattered.
Arguing now would accomplish nothing except make him look even weaker.
“So, kid,” Lei Zhan said as he stepped forward, “have you decided who you’re challenging?”
“I’ll fight you!” Li Erniu shouted from behind with a grin.
His eyes blazed with fighting spirit as though he had spotted easy prey.
“Come on,” Yan Wang taunted.
“Your big brother here will show you what a real man looks like.”
The crowd burst into laughter.
Cold Feng folded his arms and snorted.
“Hurry up, loser. Make your choice.”
He Chenguang pointed toward the eighteen women standing behind Lu Yun.
“Or you could challenge one of your wives. I’m sure they’d go easy on you.”
The surrounding special forces elites all looked at Lu Yun with unconcealed contempt.
None of them took him seriously.
Throughout it all, Lu Yun remained calm, wearing a relaxed smile.
“Since we’re competing,” he said leisurely, “let’s make things a little more interesting.”
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Then everyone stared at him as if he had lost his mind.
He wanted to raise the stakes?
Even the elite soldiers frowned in confusion.
But none of them felt worried.
They all knew Lu Yun’s background—a spoiled playboy who had accomplished nothing.
There was no way they believed they could lose.
Lei Zhan immediately replied,
“Fine. What stakes do you have in mind?”
Lu Yun thought for a moment before answering casually,
“It’s simple. Whoever loses has to go to the military broadcasting department every day and shout three times: ‘I’m a loser!'”
The crowd looked surprised before breaking into cold laughter.
To them, Lu Yun was simply digging his own grave.
“Deal,” Wang Yanbing said impatiently.
“Now hurry up and choose.”
The others urged him on as well.
Most people assumed Lu Yun would pick someone like Yan Wang, Fox, Li Erniu, or Harley—the comparatively weaker members among the elite.
There was no way he would dare challenge someone like Lei Zhan.
But Lu Yun’s next words stunned everyone.
“Lei Zhan.”
He pointed directly at him.
“You’ll do. Fighting anyone else would be boring. You’re the only one here with a bit of skill.”
His words rang clearly across the training ground.
“…You’re challenging me?”
Even Lei Zhan looked surprised, wondering if he had heard correctly.
“That’s right.”
Lu Yun smiled faintly.
“Or are you afraid?”
Lei Zhan chuckled.
“Interesting.”
A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he shouted,
“Come on!”
“If we’re testing military skills,” Lu Yun continued, “let’s compete in something basic and practical.”
“Shooting.”
“Fine.”
Lei Zhan didn’t hesitate.
He turned and walked straight toward the firing range.
“Let’s go!”
“This is getting interesting.”
“That brat really doesn’t know his place.”
“He actually wants to challenge the Thunder God?”
“And in marksmanship, of all things? He’s asking to be humiliated!”
The soldiers excitedly followed behind the elite troops toward the shooting range.
A short while later, everyone arrived at the range.
As the capital’s special operations military district, the facility possessed every kind of firearm imaginable.
Since this was a standard marksmanship competition, however, sniper rifles weren’t included unless it was specifically a sniper contest.
Looking over the neatly arranged selection of weapons, Lu Yun frowned slightly.
Click.
At that moment, Lei Zhan had already picked up a standard QBZ-95 assault rifle.
Planting his feet shoulder-width apart, he raised the rifle smoothly to eye level and assumed a textbook firing stance.
“Begin!”
As Lei Zhan shouted, the targets in the distance immediately began moving at high speed.
Without the slightest hesitation, he squeezed the trigger.
Rat-tat-tat!
Bright orange muzzle flashes burst from the barrel like streams of fire.
Round after round sped toward the moving human-shaped targets downrange with deadly precision.