Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

Lin Fan gasped. This madman!

No wonder he's called Wang Laoliu, he really is the epitome of Laoliu!

Faced with life and death, Lin Fan quickly composed himself. He knew he might not hit the target, and drawing his gun would take time.

Furthermore, if he misses with his first shot, given Wang Laoliu's speed, he won't have a chance to fire a second shot.

It seems I have no choice but to make it up.

Just as Wang Laoliu was about to unleash his full power, at the very moment...

Lin Fan suddenly smiled.

"Come on, I'm ready."

"Quick, smash the gun over here!"

Wang Laoliu's action was abruptly halted just one second before the start.

Lin Fan's voice continued, "Use this heavy iron lump weighing over ten kilograms to force me to move, and then rush in while I'm dodging."

"The short knife you're hiding behind your waist in your left hand can easily slice my neck open."

With each word Lin Fan spoke, Wang Laoliu's face paled a little more.

In the end, Wang Laoliu was completely dumbfounded.

He recited the killer move he had just practiced in his mind word for word!

Even the smallest detail, like his preparation to draw the knife with his left hand, was perfectly accurate!

Lin Fan seemed oblivious to the shock on his face and continued speaking.

"You've got a good plan."

"The plan was very meticulous; an ordinary person would be dead by now."

Lin Fan took a small step forward, his right hand already behind his back.

"Unfortunately, you've run into me today."

He raised his chin and nodded at Wang Laoliu.

"Come."

"I'm giving you a chance."

"You can make your move now and see if you can draw your knife faster or I can draw my gun faster."

After hearing these words, Lao Liu froze on the spot.

Hands-on?

How do I start?

His battlefield experience, which he was so proud of, and his fighting skills, which he relied on for survival, were laid bare before this intern, as if stripped naked.

All the angles of attack, all the timing of the exertion, and all the subsequent changes were all seen through by the opponent.

How can we fight like this?

Wang Laoliu's hand was still gripping the sniper rifle.

For the first time, he felt that this old companion that had been with him for many years was actually a bit too hot to handle.

It's not that he hasn't seen experts before.

In those war-torn regions abroad, he had seen monsters who could hit a target with a throwing knife from a hundred paces away, and strongmen who could lift people up and throw them.

But no matter how strong those people are, they are still within the realm of humans.

Their strength lies in their power, speed, and reaction time.

And this intern in front of me...

He's not strong, he's unpredictable.

After a long silence, Wang Laoliu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke with difficulty, "You..."

He wanted to ask something, but didn't know where to begin.

When asked how he knew,

When asked who he was,

Seeing his horrified expression, Lin Fan casually pulled out his pistol.

"Come on, I'll let you take a gamble. I'll bet you whether I can hit you at this close range?"

"Wang Laoliu, don't think I don't know. You were just thinking that I'm an idiot for getting so close, giving you a chance to kill me at close range."

"But you don't know, that's what I think too."

"Let's make a bet, how many shots can I land after emptying my magazine?"

Wang Laoliu fell silent. No wonder the kid was so close; he was worried about not being able to aim accurately from a distance.

"I don't like trouble," Lin Fan continued. "Here's a gun and some bullets. Go and take care of that snake. That's the best solution."

"If you think you can take care of me first, then use the gun to deal with that snake..."

Lin Fan pointed the gun at Lao Liu's head. "You can try."

Wang Laoliu's breathing became somewhat heavy.

He stared intently at the gun in Lin Fan's hand.

He knew there were bullets inside.

He also knew that at such close range, he had no chance of killing the other party before the other party fired.

Moreover, he didn't know the kid's true strength.

Maybe not, they just look young.

The sneak attack he just made was his only chance.

But this opportunity was killed by the other party in a way that he could not understand at all.

Wang Laoliu put down his sniper rifle.

This action represents compromise.

He took a deep breath. "Okay."

"I'll cooperate with you."

He looked up, his gaze fixed on Lin Fan, and asked the question, "I just want to know, how did you figure that out?"

Wang Laoliu's eyes were bloodshot.

He doesn't believe in predictions or intuition.

He only believed in muscle memory and battlefield experience.

Even the most elite scouts might not be able to instantly decipher his full intentions from those subtle movements.

But the person in front of him, an intern, saw everything clearly.

This is illogical.

Lin Fan looked at his utterly shattered worldview and cursed inwardly.

Damn it, this crappy system only gives warnings, why doesn't it also give him an auto-aim so he can finish his show-off with one shot?

Now, he has to figure out a way to make amends himself.

Lin Fan didn't answer immediately. He weighed the pistol in his hand and then slowly put it back on his waist.

He tried his best to appear calm and collected, which left Wang Laoliu bewildered. What did he mean by that?

"You could tell?" Lin Fan scoffed. "No."

"It's something you can feel."

Wang Laoliu's brows furrowed into a knot.

Feel?

This is even more mysterious than anything you can tell from words.

Have you ever heard of Tai Chi?

Wang Laoliu was stunned for a moment.

Tai Chi?

Of course he had heard of it, the kind of exercise that old men and women practice in the park.

It's so slow, like doing calisthenics, what good is it?

Lin Fan seemed to see through his thoughts, and the smile on his lips widened.

"Those of us in this line of work pay a lot of attention to listening to the opponent's movements."

"Don't listen with your ears, listen with your entire body's skin, with every pore."

"I'll listen to your temper and your will."

"Just now, you slightly turned your left toes outward and pressed your foot down firmly. That was to turn the soft sand into a point of leverage. It's the starting stance that you guys who do assaults love to use."

"Your right shoulder dropped about two centimeters; that's to make the throwing motion more fluid and powerful."

"And your breath."

"The rhythm changed from steady to three short inhalations, followed by a brief pause. This is the rhythm of a predator before it pounces, to unleash its maximum power in an instant."

"These are all just forms."

Lin Fan then changed the subject, "What truly betrays you is your own intentions."

"You guys make your living with guns on the battlefield, and what matters is speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness—you have to strike first. So your killing intent can't be hidden."

Lin Fan's gaze suddenly became somewhat distant, and he put on a profound and unfathomable look. "And coincidentally, we also believe in putting the intention first and the effort second."

"The moment your murderous intent arose, that intent already emanated from your body."

"So, you told me all of this yourself."

Lin Fan saw that Wang Laoliu seemed to believe him, and he slapped his forehead.

"Oh, right."

"I was so focused on talking to you about business that I forgot to introduce myself."

He cleared his throat. "Tai Chi, the Chenjiagou branch."

"It reached me precisely, no more, no less."

"He is exactly the twenty-first generation successor."