Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

The big man's surname was Liu, nicknamed "Iron Tower". He was two meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. He had excellent training results, and his physical fitness and reaction speed were the best among this group of trainees.

He crossed his arms, looking down at Zhou Yanshen with a playful smile on his lips.

Zhou Yanshen said calmly, "I would like to ask this comrade whether it is true or false that he said he could beat me down in one minute. I would like to experience it for myself and also test how big the difference is between someone like me who doesn't train and someone like you who trains every day."

His tone was polite, but anyone could hear the provocation in his words.

An uproar immediately erupted around them; they hadn't expected Zhou Yanshen to actually dare to stand up.

The burly man, nicknamed "Iron Tower," chuckled and cracked his neck, his joints popping.

"Are you sure you want to teach me a lesson? I ranked first in physical fitness tests, got a perfect score in the anti-vertigo test, and achieved the best results in weighted cross-country running and combat. Taking you down will only take a minute."

He took a step forward, looking down at him. "But if we're going to fight, there has to be a prize. What will you say if you lose?"

Zhou Yanshen narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. "If I lose, I'll withdraw voluntarily, so as not to waste everyone's resources. If you lose—" He paused,

"Just apologize to me while standing on your head."

The burly man snorted, "Fine, if I lose, I'll do a handstand to apologize! But if I win, well, you can go back to where you came from. Don't waste this precious resource! Do you know how much the country has invested in training qualified pilots here?"

People nearby had already started making a fuss, and Instructor Meng couldn't stop them in time.

He knew that if Zhou Yanshen didn't remove this thorn tonight, he would be treated as a relative by connections forever in the base.

He simply waved his hand and said, "Fine, you have five minutes. That's enough!"

Several trainees voluntarily stepped back and formed a small circle.

Zhou Yanshen took off his coat and casually tossed it onto the wing beside him, revealing a tight-fitting tank top underneath. He stretched his wrists in the night, as if loosening a weapon that hadn't been drawn in a long time, and the surrounding air seemed to quiet down.

He exuded murderous intent, yet the corners of his mouth held a faint, indifferent upturn; his composure carried a bone-deep sense of oppression.

"Report, one minute is enough."

"You little brat, you really dare to talk back!" The burly man "Iron Tower" was completely enraged by his flippant tone, his massive fists clenching so tightly they cracked. "Then let's see!"

The two of them took a step forward at the same time, and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.

The burly man struck first, delivering a straight punch that whistled through the air, aimed directly at Zhou Yanshen's face. The force was so great that an ordinary person would likely have collapsed on the spot. Zhou Yanshen neither dodged nor evaded, taking the punch head-on with his bare hands.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Zhou Yanshen lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "That's it?"

The burly man stared in disbelief: "I...! @#￥%……"

"Can I really believe my eyes? Iron Tower is one of the best fighters in our group, and Zhou Yanshen, a guy from out of town, actually dares to go head-to-head with him?"

"Yeah, the Iron Tower is one of the best selected from across the country. I think he's just going to take the beatings and he'll lose sooner or later."

"No." A man who had been silent in the corner suddenly spoke up, "This Zhou Yanshen is far more capable than the Iron Tower."

"Because he had been to the battlefield, he had a murderous aura about him, a scent I was all too familiar with."

"Moreover, he has taken more than one life."

"No matter how much the Iron Tower trains, it's just a skill that's been trained. The other guy's skill is instinct that he's developed through fighting. They're not even on the same level."

"Impossible, right?"

Before the surrounding chatter could even settle, the battle was over.

The speed was so fast that it was almost invisible; all the people saw was a blurry shadow flash by—no fancy techniques, no probing, no superfluous movements, only pure, beast-like explosive power.

"Bang bang bang!"

With several muffled thuds, the Iron Tower, despite its amazing reaction and considerable strength, was nothing more than a larger punching bag in front of Zhou Yanshen.

Just over ten seconds later, with a final, dull thud, the man, who was over two meters tall, was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

In front of Zhou Yanshen, the Iron Tower had no chance to fight back!

The scene was so quiet that you could hear the wind whistling through the wings. Everyone gasped and stared at Zhou Yanshen as if he were a ghost.

Zhou Yanshen stretched his limbs, his joints cracking and popping, and walked step by step to the iron tower, half-squatting down:

"Sorry, comrade, I accidentally hit you a little too hard. Can you still speak? Do you still stand upside down to apologize?"

He patted the tower's face. "Feed? Feed?"

The tower didn't even utter a sound before fainting, its face bruised and swollen.

Zhou Yanshen stood up, turned to the instructor, and reported, "Report, this comrade may have fainted. Are there any other comrades who would like to ask for advice?"

The scene fell into a deathly silence, and everyone took another step back, as if trying to get as far away from the monster as possible.

"What kind of terrifying speed and power is this...?"

"Even with a reaction like that of an iron tower, they couldn't dodge it? Is this... is this even human?"

Instructor Meng's lips twitched. Looking at Zhou Yanshen's harmless face, he knew perfectly well that this kid was ruthless. But he also knew that these arrogant trainees really needed a beating.

He coughed and waved his hand: "Someone, splash some water on him to wake him up. The rest of you, proceed with the normal computer operation!"

That's always been the way in the military: whoever has the strongest fist has the right to speak. Zhou Yanshen has earned his reputation through fighting every time he joined the army.

Zhou Yanshen turned and walked towards the fighter jet. The people around him spontaneously made way for him, creating a vacuum.

After beating up the iron tower, he finally felt a little better, and as he walked, he pondered:

If his wife teases him again, he'll come to the base at night to practice with people. This place is often frequented by naive elites who like to run into guns.

Unlike the camp in Bincheng, where no one dared to challenge him.

When Su Wanqing woke up the next day, Zhou Yanshen was already sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), looking refreshed. He was changing the bottoms of the two babies, wiping their bottoms and changing their diapers, his face full of satisfaction.

Su Wanqing had no idea what her man had done last night, nor did she know that he had used the entire pilot base as his practice target. She only felt that he was in an exceptionally good mood today and assumed that the fighter jet training last night had made him happy.

She lifted her clothes to breastfeed, one on each side, leaving the last one to cry out and wait for the next feeding.

The little brat started sucking vigorously, making constant smacking sounds, and Su Wanqing felt a tug at her throat...

He could only ask casually, "Yan Shen, you seem to be in a good mood?"—a stark contrast to his panicked state last night.