The varieties of deer here are so good that even the emperors in ancient times could not drink from them.
The swordsman began to cut up the deer and distribute it. Zhang Feng stopped joining in the fun and went to Pukan.
"Mr. Pukan, I'm sorry, I injured your student!" Zhang Feng said to Pukan.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. I really hope you can hurt them all, so that I can save trouble, haha..." Pukan laughed.
Of course, it saves trouble. Each of his trainees are selected from the military forces of various countries around the world. Each of them has high ambitions and is difficult to tame. If they know that such a powerful person exists, they will train honestly.
Today's results are quite good. This bald man is very arrogant here. He even fought with the instructors and injured one of the instructors. His training camp was in disgrace and the instructors had no shame in staying here and left.
Pukan still has to recruit instructors, which is a headache.
"Old fox!" Zhang Feng muttered quietly.
How could he not understand the meaning of Pukan's words? Zhang Feng would not be fooled by him. Last time he wanted Zhang Feng to be an instructor here for two years, but he didn't give up yet.
"Let's go and have a drink! I'll take care of you!" Pukan said cheerfully.
"Please!" Zhang Feng is not polite. He is not here to train or to be an instructor. He is here as a guest.
At this time, Huayao has already reported, and naturally he will not go with Zhang Feng. Sharapova has the final say that Huayao can come here to train for the second time, and the condition is that Zhang Feng and Sharapova come here.
Hua Yao felt a little uncomfortable about this, but there was no other good way. He didn't care so much and could just come here to train again. He had a lot of regrets the first time, and he wanted to make up for them all this time.
At this point, he wanted to thank Zhang Feng. If Zhang Feng hadn't come, he wouldn't have been able to come here.
You know, no one has ever been able to come to training again after graduation. This time, an exception was made for him, which shows how much Zhang Feng's face is.
Yes, Zhang Feng has a lot of reputation here. Both old students and new students know this unattractive yellow-skinned man.
The impression given every time is so shocking.
Every time, they deeply realize how important training hard is.
Because it was just such a person who almost killed the extremely arrogant bald man instantly.
The meeting place where Pukan welcomed Zhang Feng was inside the building. It was heated, the food was hot, and the wine was cold.
As soon as the table was served, Pukan raised his glass and wanted to drink with Zhang Feng. Naturally, Zhang Feng would not show weakness and finished the wine with a polite word.
He just drank a lot of deer blood, but fortunately he digested it well. The deer blood was being rapidly digested in his stomach, absorbing nutrients to his body, and the rest turned into water and went into his bladder.
Zhang Feng stood up and said he was going to the bathroom. The deer blood he just drank turned into water. Pukan smiled and said he would wait for him to come back.
After adding the water, Zhang Feng's stomach was empty, and Zhang Feng came back to drink and eat meat with a smile.
The meat was also venison, but it was cooked and came in large chunks, called venison steaks. Zhang Feng cut it with a knife and fork and ate it without being polite at all.
Pukan sat opposite and watched with a smile without saying anything, and Sharapova even less said.
They had already learned about Zhang Feng's eating habits, and they knew not to talk until Zhang Feng was full.
After more than 20 minutes, Zhang Feng had a full meal before drinking with Pukan, one cup at a time.
"Come on, do it, Pukan, you have to drink it all!" Zhang Feng said to Pukan.
"Is there ever a time when I don't drink it all?" Pukan said and drank a glass.
After going back and forth like this, everyone had drunk three or four kilograms of high-strength liquor, and Pukan's eyes were a little dazed.
Sharapova kicked Zhang Feng's feet, giving Zhang Feng a hint. Zhang Feng looked like she had drunk too much, looked at Sharapova and said: "Pukan, your daughter is so beautiful, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." Beautiful Ross girl, look at how good her figure is, her proportions, look at this..."
As he talked, Zhang Feng became more and more outspoken. Before Sharapova could get angry, Zhang Feng suddenly fell down on the table.
"Haha, you still can't drink me, haha..." Pukan's face was rosy, and he drank happily: "Sharapova, help her go to rest!"
Sharapova stood up and helped Zhang Feng to go to her room to rest.
Her room was very simple, with a bed and no table.
Zhang Feng lay on it, smelling of her body fragrance instead of any perfume. Sharapova never used those perfumes.
"Since you are tired, rest here!" Sharapova said and went out.
Zhang Feng suddenly sat up and got out of bed, looked inside her room and said, "This doesn't look like your room!"
"Why isn't it my room? You don't know that no man has ever entered my room, and my father has never been here!" Sharapova wanted to go up and kick him, and then beat him up. This man Don't know what is good or bad.
Zhang Feng said: "I didn't come in by myself. You helped me come here just now. I didn't know this was your boudoir!"
"You..." Sharapova has a bad temper, gets angry easily, and likes to use fists and kicks to solve problems. She kicked Zhang Feng with her foot.
Zhang Feng turned sideways and hid, took a step back and said, "You can't beat me!"
After saying that, Zhang Feng fell down on her little bed and fell asleep. He was really a little sleepy along the way. People feel a little sleepy after eating and drinking enough. He was not worried that he would gain weight. The special genes of his body were not It will make him fat.
"you… "
Sharapova was helpless. She stamped her feet in anger and rushed out. When she came back, she carried an advanced light machine gun RPK16 and fired at her little bed. Zhang Feng was frightened and hurriedly dodged.
Ta-ta-ta... There was a loud noise in the small room, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.
This machine gun is equipped with a drum-type magazine and has a terrifying rate of fire of 700 rounds per minute.
Her crib was in ruins, and the muzzle of the gun followed Zhang Feng's figure and fired wildly, and she shouted loudly: "Ah..."
At this moment, Zhang Feng was walking much faster than her muzzle, so she couldn't hit Zhang Feng. She took something in her hand, rolled it up and threw it over, hitting her in the face. At the same time, Zhang Feng threw another Something pulled the gun from her hand.
The gun left his hand and the gunfire stopped.
"This gun is good!" Zhang Feng looked at the gun in his hand. After a few clicks, Zhang Feng dismantled the gun and threw the parts on the ground.
Sharapova was holding something to cover her face. It was a small piece of cloth that she was very familiar with. Her face suddenly turned red and she was very shy. Zhang Feng was also holding the gun that he had just used to snatch away. s things.
Sharapova was so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and wear it through, so she would be ashamed to see anyone.