Rebirth of a Mercenary: The Ace Mercenary Forced to Be the Beloved of the Group

The moment Li Mo's fingers tightened, the air in the entire training ground seemed to be sucked away.

Fujiu's head slammed against the horizontal bar post, the iron pipe making a dull thud that startled several Group B members who were doing pull-ups nearby, causing them to stop.

His face turned purplish-red at a visible speed, his mouth was open but he couldn't breathe, and a gurgling sound came from his throat. He grabbed Li Mo's wrist with both hands and tried to pry it outwards, his fingernails scratching several white marks on Li Mo's skin.

"Captain!" Xie Huai'an was the first to react, rushing up from the side and grabbing Li Mo's arm. But Li Mo's arm was like it was made of reinforced steel, and Xie Huai'an couldn't budge it an inch no matter how hard he tried.

Lu Xiao grabbed Li Mo's shoulder from the other side, his voice low and urgent, completely devoid of his usual playful smile: "Old Li! Let go! If you do that, he'll be gone—it's not worth getting punished for someone like him!"

Li Mo did not let go. Fu Qiu's lips had begun to turn purple.

Xie Ran grabbed Li Mo's arm and pulled him down, yelling as he did so, "Captain! He doesn't deserve it! He really doesn't deserve it!"

Bai Ye stood three steps away. He didn't go up to pull him, nor did he make a sound.

He spent three months in basic training, witnessing Li Mo issuing orders with a blank expression, seeing him stare silently at Xuan Xiao until the latter's legs went weak, and seeing his bandaging techniques as steady as a military medic's. He had never seen Li Mo lose control. Not even once.

But now Li Mo has lost control. Because of him.

Taking advantage of the gap when Xie Ran and Lu Xiao were holding Li Mo's arms, Shen Zhuo slipped in from the side, grabbed Li Mo's wrists with both hands, and used joint locks to pry them open by an inch.

In that tiny gap, Fujiu slipped through Li Mo's fingers and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud. He leaned against the horizontal bar post, clutching his neck and coughing violently until he curled up in a ball.

Li Mo shook off Shen Zhuo's hand and tried to step forward, but Lu Xiao blocked his way, placing his hands on Li Mo's chest. His tone was unusually serious: "Calm down. Calm down. Old Li, look at Bai Ye—Bai Ye is fine, he's standing there perfectly normal. Everyone in the base knows that Fu Qiu's mouth is a cesspool, why are you arguing with him? Does he even deserve it?"

Li Mo's chest heaved twice, then he closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, the killing intent in his eyes was forcibly suppressed. He took a step back and stood in front of Bai Ye, completely blocking the line of sight between Bai Ye and Fu Qiu.

The duckling has recovered.

He sat on the ground, leaning against the horizontal bar, one hand covering the five red marks on his neck from being choked, the other hand supporting him on the ground, looking up at the group of Group A members in front of him. His trachea was still spasming, each breath feeling like swallowing razor blades, but the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"Cough cough—ha—" He laughed hoarsely, the sound like sandpaper scraping against the surface. "Did I hit the nail on the head? Did I?"

He shakily stood up, supporting himself on the horizontal bar. The finger marks on his neck had turned a deep purple, a shocking sight, but the expression on his face was even more unrestrained.

"So what if you're from Group A? What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Go ask around, who in the entire Pokong doesn't know that Group A has a little beauty in their hands?" He tilted his head, his gaze passing over Li Mo's shoulder, greedily fixed on Bai Ye. "That face, that waist, that skin—how exactly do you guys play around, locked up in your dorm all day? Do you take turns, or does whoever wins first go first? Li Mo, you go first, huh?"

Li Mo's shoulders tensed.

"Such a tender virgin, how can you guys handle her? Let our B team play with her for a couple of days, and when we return her to you—" He licked his lips, "she'll be even more attentive when she's back."

Xie Ran's face had turned ashen. Shen Zhuo grabbed his shoulder to stop him from rushing forward, but Shen Zhuo's own fingers were trembling.

Fu Qiu became more and more excited as he spoke, the pain in his neck and the murderous aura emanating from Li Mo seemed to act as his stimulants.

He took half a step forward, tilting his head and staring straight at Bai Ye: "Little beauty, tell me the truth—how do they pamper you at night? Do you serve them one by one or are there specific roles? Li Mo is so strong, is he that rough in bed too? What about Lu Xiao? Isn't he the most talkative? Is he that talkative in bed too?"

The entire training ground was as quiet as a tomb.

"Your Team A might as well rename yourselves 'Gentle Paradise.' From now on, you don't need to carry guns on missions anymore. Just take him with you to the front lines, and the enemy will surrender immediately—who could bring themselves to hit such a beauty? But on another note, while we don't attack the enemy, we must take good care of our own people—you guys take turns every night—"

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

Before Lu Xiao and Xie Huai'an could even react, Li Mo had already punched Fu Qiu in the face.

The first punch landed on his cheekbone, sending Fujiu flying sideways and crashing onto the gravel ground, a string of blood spurting from his mouth.

Li Mo didn't stop. He straddled the duck and punched it in the ribs with his second punch, then in the shoulder with his third, and then the fourth, fifth, and sixth punches—each punch accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, each punch aimed to kill.

"Old Li—!"

"Captain, stop—!"

Lu Xiao and Xie Huai'an rushed up from behind, each grabbing one of Li Mo's arms, but Li Mo was like a raging beast, the weight of the two adult men on his body couldn't hold him down. His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding, and the muscles in his shoulders and back were all bulging. Every movement was filled with the determination to smash the duck into the ground.

"Captain! That's enough! If you keep fighting, someone will really die!" Xie Ran also rushed over and grabbed Li Mo's waist from behind, pulling him back.

The duck was beaten and rolled on the ground, covered in pebbles and sand, its nose was crooked to one side, its mouth was full of blood, and its left eye was swollen so much that it could only be a slit.

But he was still laughing.

He curled up on the ground, protecting his head, with half his face peeking out from between his arms. He tilted his head to look at Li Mo, who was still struggling even with his arms restrained, and squeezed out two sentences from his bloodied mouth: "Hit...keep hitting...the harder you hit, the more it proves I was right—isn't that right?"

Li Mo suddenly broke free from Lu Xiao and Xie Huai'an, and threw another punch hard.

Just then, a hand reached out from the side and gently patted Lu Xiao's shoulder. The force wasn't strong, but it accurately located the landing point amidst the chaos.

Bai Ye emerged from behind Li Mo.

His movements were neither fast nor slow, and his pace was no different from his usual walk. He passed through the narrow gap between Lu Xiao and Xie Ran, brushed past the furious Li Mo, and walked straight to Fu Qiu.

Fuqiu was curled up on the ground, clutching his head. Through his swollen eyelids, he saw a slender figure walking towards him against the light of the floodlight. The training boots crunched softly on the gravel with each step. The figure drew closer and closer in his vision, finally stopping less than half a meter in front of him.

Bai Ye squatted down.