What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

In the gym in the basement of Miteng Company, Fang Qingzhou and Shen Feng looked at each other, panting heavily.

"Your strength has actually increased so much?" Shen Feng looked at Fang Qingzhou in disbelief.

Although Fang Qingzhou's strength had improved considerably after a week of intensive training, there was still a world of difference between them in terms of fighting skills. In every sparring session, Fang Qingzhou was completely dominated by him and had no chance to fight back.

But how much time has passed? In less than a day, Fang Qingzhou seems like a completely different person.

Whether it's reaction speed or the power of punches, they can fight back and forth, as if they gained several years of fighting experience overnight.

Even more outrageous is its ability to withstand blows.

He had just landed a solid punch on Fang Qingzhou's side. An ordinary person would have been lying on the ground, unable to get up, but Fang Qingzhou only swayed and then retaliated with a hook punch. The force of that punch still made his arm numb.

If Fang Qingzhou's face hadn't remained unchanged, Shen Feng would have suspected he was fighting someone else entirely.

"After going back yesterday, I had some insights. I've figured out all the fighting techniques you taught me before, so my strength has improved by leaps and bounds," Fang Qingzhou said without batting an eye.

Shen Feng's face twitched, looking at him as if he were lying. He naturally didn't believe such a thing. If fighting skills suddenly became that much stronger, then there would be fighting champions everywhere.

Fang Qingzhou was unwilling to say more. As a coach who was paid to do things, it was not convenient for him to ask too many questions. He glanced at the time, casually took off his boxing gloves and threw them on the mat.

"Your current fighting skills and resilience are top-tier even in the military. Your combat experience is also much richer than before. At least you're not the kind of hothead who can only stand still and attack."

"In a one-on-one situation, an ordinary special forces soldier might not be a match for you. You don't need me anymore," Shen Feng said. In his opinion, such skills were enough for a game company boss.

Fang Qingzhou nodded. He could feel that he had become much stronger. In the past, when he sparred with Shen Feng, he had to concentrate on defending against every move Shen Feng made. If he lost focus even slightly, he would get a beating.

But now it's different. Shen Feng's movements are like they're in slow motion in his eyes. He can capture every subtle muscle change. He even has the energy to think about the angle of counterattack while blocking.

However, he did not intend to let Shen Feng leave so quickly. The improvement brought by the skill was comprehensive, but to fully integrate this sudden increase in strength, speed and reaction and turn it into muscle instinct, he still needed a period of time to get used to it and practice with him.

A sparring partner of Shen Feng's caliber isn't someone you can just find anywhere on the street.

"Thank you for your hard work this past week, Mr. Shen. I happen to be going abroad for a couple of days, so you can rest for a couple of days. I may still need to trouble you with the training afterwards," Fang Qingzhou continued.

"Furthermore, if Mr. Shen could introduce an even more powerful expert, that would be even better; money is not an issue."

Shen Feng had already prepared to hand over his duties and leave, but upon hearing Fang Qingzhou's words, he paused slightly.

Fang Qingzhou not only didn't intend to let him go, but also wanted him to act as a go-between to find even more powerful people to be his sparring partners. This meant that Fang Qingzhou was still not satisfied with his own improvement and was still pursuing a higher level of skill.

The owner of a game company enhanced the fighting ability from ordinary to above the level of special forces in a short period of time, but he still felt it was not enough. What exactly did he want to deal with?

However, he didn't think about it any further, since it had nothing to do with him.

At the same time, he did not refuse Fang Qingzhou's request. No one would turn down money. The reward Fang Qingzhou offered was very generous, so he naturally wanted to stay as long as possible.

"I do know a few experts, but they all have bad tempers. You can't just throw money at them and hire them. Whether they're willing to train you or not ultimately depends on Boss Fang's own abilities," Shen Feng said.

"Of course, I'll leave the introduction to Mr. Shen. I'll take care of the rest myself." Fang Qingzhou nodded.

He now desperately wants power, to be the one who beats others to their knees, instead of continuing to be the one who is beaten to their knees.

Shen Feng quickly said goodbye to Fang Qingzhou and left the Miteng Company building. Just then, his phone rang.

He picked up his phone and saw that the caller was his old superior whom he hadn't contacted for years.

"Hello, old chief, what can I do for you?" He subconsciously straightened his back, lowered his voice, and asked with a hint of caution and long-lost respect.

"Xiao Shen, I heard you're a combat coach at Miteng Company?" There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then a voice, old but full of energy, rang out, casual, as if they were chatting about everyday things.

But Shen Feng's eyes sharpened instantly; something was wrong.

The last time he contacted his former superior was three years ago during the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, his former superior asked him on the phone if he had any difficulties in life and if he needed the organization to help arrange a job. He declined, and the two never spoke again.

It's no coincidence that my old superior, whom I haven't contacted for three years, suddenly calls me at this time and knows with great accuracy that I'm a combat coach at Miteng Company.

"Your information network is quite impressive, old chief. I've only been working for them for a week, and you already know about it," Shen Feng said casually, but his eyes had already unconsciously scanned the surrounding environment.

He instinctively changed direction, walked to the corner of the building's side wall, and leaned against the wall to make sure no one could approach him from behind.

"Don't overthink it, kid. We're not specifically targeting you," the old commander chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"We've been investigating Miteng Company recently, and we found out you're a coach there. We haven't been in touch for a while, so we're giving you a call to ask how you're doing."

"Investigating a game company? What's wrong with this company? If so, I'll back out immediately. Please rest assured, Chief, I have never done anything illegal or disorderly!"

Shen Feng knew that a game produced by Miteng had recently become a hit, but he hadn't played it yet, and he didn't know why the military was investigating a game company for no reason.

"Relax, this game company makes very unique games, and we are very interested in them. We may have some collaborations in the future, so we are doing some research beforehand."

But Shen Feng was not fooled by those words. He had been in the army for more than ten years and knew all too well the speaking habits of these old leaders. The more understated they were, the bigger the matter behind it all.

The fact that the military would be interested in cooperating with a private company, and even use resources to investigate it in advance, is something that cannot be explained simply by the game being unique.

"I'm just doing this for money. Boss Fang offered me a good price to teach him fighting skills." Shen Feng leaned against the wall, trying to make his tone sound relaxed and casual.

"If you need any information, I happen to be here and can ask you about it."

"Then I'll have to leave it to you, Xiao Shen. There are some things I really need your help with. I'll treat you to dinner after it's done." The old commander's tone was tinged with a smile.

"No trouble at all! No trouble at all!" Shen Feng quickly replied with a smile.

The call ended quickly, and Shen Feng let out a long breath. He knew he might be getting into some trouble, but he was also very curious as to why a game company could attract the attention of the military.

"Looks like I'll have to play that game called Resident Evil tonight..."