Mated at First Sight
Chapter 205 - 173: Playing God and Ghost (Third Update)_2

Chapter 205: Chapter 173: Playing God and Ghost (Third Update)_2

Damn, losing was bad enough, but who was mocking them behind their backs!

...

"How did you find us?" The leader of the duo asked as he watched Mu Lin slowly approach him.

Mu Lin smirked. "I could smell them."

His eyebrows furrowed. So they were betrayed by the smell of grilled meat.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the curve of Mu Lin’s smile deepened. "The smell of blood is actually pretty enticing." His eerie smile and words made the man’s heart skip a beat, his eyebrows furrowing unconsciously.

"You should hide." The man gave a sudden warning while looking at Mu Lin, "as long as you can survive seven days, you’ll be qualified to participate with us in the next test. You guys are better than those we met earlier." To be honest, he wasn’t as confident facing them now.

The young girl in front of him was unnervingly mysterious.

"Are you complimenting us?" Mu Lin laughed.

He nodded: you could say so.

"But why do I feel like you’re insulting us instead?" Mu Lin imitated a smile, "Or do you believe that we, from the New Army Camp, can’t compare to you Naval Marines?"

He didn’t respond. To him, Mu Lin felt odd, yet intriguing.

Slowly squatting by the fire, she picked up a water bottle. "Sizzle" - the fire was out.

Puzzled, he inquired, "What are you doing?" They’ve just started roasting the sparrows. If they were after their food, they wouldn’t have put out the fire.

"The little sparrows just told me they were in pain, so..." The rest did not need saying.

"Playing word games." The man snorted coldly, although his gaze remained wary. "What do you want exactly?" He couldn’t figure out what the woman soldier in front of him was thinking. It was taxing not knowing whether she wanted to fight or not.

This discomfort was unbearable for him.

If they were going to fight, now was the time.

...

Upon hearing his question, Mu Lin finally shifted her gaze from the sparrows to the man’s waist. "I thought my purpose was obvious." Apart from his gun... oh yes, and food - the most important thing.

She glances downward, "You’re dreaming." If she wanted his gun, she would have to earn it.

Mu Lin insisted, she never dreamed; she preferred reality, and reality relied on strength.

Tsk... It seemed that they were on the same page.

They acted simultaneously, perfectly... in sync.

Mu Lin’s lip curled slightly. Even though the others were mediocre, the team leader was competent enough to pique her interest.

Salvo met with salvo, causing pain. He hadn’t expected Mu Lin’s delicate fists to pack such a punch. He was now even more wary of her.

His speed was fast, but Mu Lin’s was faster. Despite him being a team leader who had trained under Jing Tian for at least two years, regrettably, he’d met his match in Mu Lin.

When excellence meets supremacy, the outcome is predictable.

Countless attempts at attack were effortlessly dodged by Mu Lin. Unless she wanted to challenge you, you couldn’t touch her. This frustrated him, but made him even more determined to fight back without reservation.

Dodging another attack, Mu Lin retreated several steps and stood still, expertly twirling the pistol in her hand. With a mockery of a smile in her icy eyes, she watched him.

"I’m sorry to tell you, you... lost."

What!

At that moment, the enemy comrades finally had time to look up and noticed their comrades had stopped attacking. They watched Mu Lin’s team in disbelief... the pistol in her hand and her fox-like smile. Subconsciously, they reached for their waists.

Gone!

Astonished, they realized they had, indeed... lost to rookies. The frustration at the bottom of their hearts was genuinely unbearable, especially for the muscle-ridden man, who glared at Yang Yuebin like he wanted to devour him whole.

Damn it! How could this be possible!

He actually lost to a slender foe who knew how to dodge! This was an infruriatingly unbearable feeling he had never come across in his life!

"From now, you’re out of the game. All the supplies you’ve gathered and what’s left is ours!" Yang Yuebin proudly declared, his handsome face beaming. "Spoils of war! Hell yeah!" Spotting his victory sign, the opponent team choked in anger.

Right from the start, their goal was not to fight, but to seize the guns on their waists. Once they had in their hands, everything else would naturally fall in place.

They were thankful to have learned from Mu Lin some evasion strategies, which were rather useful today.

Compared to Yang Yuebin and his team, the opponents were just too serious.

Watching Mu Lin and her team, the opponent’s team leader finally let out a sigh. His stern, square face showed a faint smile, "We lost."

"You guys are quite strong." Also quite smart, albeit slightly cunning.

"Thank you." Mu Lin giggled, a slight curve appeared on the corner of her lips.

The squad leader moved forward and looked at Mu Lin, then asked seriously, "Can you really... hear them crying in pain?" He was still hung up on it.

Mu Lin paused, then broke into a laughter, "Why don’t you guess?" The man smiled, as though realizing something. He reached out to Mu Lin, "I am looking forward to crossing swords with you next time."

"Me too." Mu Lin laughed. This man gave her a feeling similar to Wang Ye - straightforward and honest.

Everyone shook hands with their former opponents.

As the saying goes: no fight, no friendship.