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Mark put down the things in his hands to prevent them from getting dirty for a while.

He turned around calmly and looked at the two people surrounding him. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he said, "Do you have to fight?"

"Ha ha!"

A man with thick hair and a body as strong as an ox laughed and said, "If you lie down and imitate the barking of a dog, I might treat you like a dog and let you go."

"Hahahahaha!"

There was laughter in the tent.

The hairy man raised his eyebrows proudly, held his arm and turned it in a circle, patted the bulging muscles on his arm, and said to Mark: "Come on, lie down and scream!"

Mark said calmly: "When you and your mother ask for milk, do you act like a mother-in-law?"

"What did you say?" the hairy man said angrily: "Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Mark took his ears and said calmly: "You must be a mama's boy."

"Hey, Mom! Look, I'm strong, I'm going to fight! You have to cheer me on!"

"puff!"

Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud. The way the hairy man was spinning around and patting his muscles just now seemed a bit like Kazuto was trying to cheer him up.

and many more!

Mother?

He said we are women?

Some people reacted and looked at Mark with evil eyes.

The hairy man noticed the expressions of those people, grinned, and said, "Do you want to teach this kid a lesson together?"

That expression was like he was in middle school inviting people to a party in his basement.

Even though he was big, he was not stupid. He pulled everyone to his side. Even if the kid who was beaten made a report, no one would testify.

Others in the tent walked over with fists clenched, intending to have some fun.

Mark raised his eyebrows and stepped back.

Seeing this, the hairy man grinned, clenched his fist and hammered Mark in the face.

Mark's face turned cold instantly.

Perhaps due to the residual effects of long-term use of emotion-suppressing drugs, he would still unconsciously enter a state of no emotional fluctuations during combat.

Mark tilted his head and dodged a punch towards his face. Before the hairy man could retract his fist, he grabbed the other man's arm and pulled him back. When he lost his balance, he pressed the back of the man's head with one hand. He hit the edge of the bed fiercely.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the hairy man screamed out in pain, and his face full of flesh instantly turned bloody and ferocious.

"Ah! My nose, my head! Ah!"

Holding his face, the hairy man screamed in pain, like a pig that had been stabbed.

Seeing this scene, some people couldn't help but want to quit. They were just new recruits who hadn't been trained yet.

"Quick! Do it! This guy won't let you go!"

The hairy man's companion shouted and rushed towards Mark.

Seeing this, the others rushed forward blindly.

Mark remained expressionless, but his movements became more and more fierce.

To him, these people were simply moving sandbags, posing no threat at all.

The steps always land at the right place, and the fist hits the enemy like an unsheathed knife.

Neat.

In less than half a minute, Mark's 'roommates' were lying on the ground.

These guys who were clamoring for Mark to be taught a lesson just now were now looking at Mark in fear and moaning in pain.

Mark casually pulled the sheets of an unlucky guy, wiped a little blood on his hands on it, and threw it aside. Just as he was about to turn around and return to his bed, a black officer in military uniform walked in. .

Looking at the situation in the tent, the black officer frowned and his eyes fell on Mark.

With everyone lying on the ground, Mark standing alone was really conspicuous.

The black officer said solemnly: "What's going on?"

When he saw Mark, he already had a guess in his mind.

Mark turned around and said: "They..."

The black officer suddenly shouted: "Look out!"

Mark turned to one side, dodged the attack from behind, raised his foot, tripped the hairy man and said leisurely: "They beat me up!"

Beat you up?

The black officer looked at Mark with strange eyes and glanced carefully from top to bottom.

You don't look injured at all, how do you look like you were beaten?

It's you who beat them up all by yourself!

"Ahem!" the black officer coughed lightly, and just as he was about to speak, a man lying on the ground shouted angrily: "Sir, it was him who bullied others, so we..."

"Shut up!" the black officer shouted coldly, "Do you think I'm stupid? He bullies a group of you all by himself? A bunch of losers!"

A group of people beat someone up and he was beaten like a bear. How dare he report it?

"You guys with brains in your butts, what kind of evil virtues do you have, why don't I know?"

The black officer cursed, his eyes fell on Mark, and said: "You, come out with me!"

Mark glanced at the black officer's epaulettes.

Colonel?

Mark whispered in his heart, stepped on the pile of human flesh on the ground with an indifferent expression, and walked out amidst the scoldings.

Mark followed the black officer and came to an open space in front of a tent. He looked at Mark with a smile and said meaningfully: "You are great."

"They are too weak."

"Too weak?" the black officer laughed, looking at Mark with memories flashing in his eyes.

He thought of himself when he first entered the military camp.

At that time, he was also ostracized and even discriminated against. When those people provoked him, he, like Mark in front of him, chose to resist and became what he is now.

Therefore, he quite agreed with Mark's way of doing things, and after thinking about Mark's record, he admired Mark even more.

The black officer looked at Mark, grinned, showing his white teeth, and said, "You are very good."

Mark looked at the black officer's eyes and felt a little scared.

"Soldier! Name!"

Mark stood at attention and saluted, saying: "Mark!"

"Very good!" The black officer nodded, also stood at attention and saluted, saying: "James Fury!"

Mark was stunned for a moment and smiled.

James Fury patted Mark on the shoulder and said, "Mark, do you need me to help you change the tent?"

"unnecessary."

"Okay then!" James Fury smiled: "If those idiots come to trouble you again, don't be polite!"

Mark was stunned for a moment.

So, he is holding on to his thigh and has a backer?

"Hehe!" James Fury whispered: "Of course, don't kill them by mistake, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to you!"

Mark nodded and said, "I know what's appropriate."

James Fury said: "Okay! Go back!"

Mark turned and left.

Looking at Mark's back, James Fury chuckled and murmured: "This is a good seedling, much better than those idiots."