"F * ck you!"
"F * ck you rabbit!"
The intense cursing went into Yue Heng's ears through the door of the carriage.
Yue Heng frowned.
Just ten minutes ago, a few foreign superhumans came to the carriage he was in to discuss the rescue mission.
Therefore, Yu Guangrong and the other two captains went to the dining carriage.
They did not expect to quarrel.
Although Yue Heng's seat was one carriage away from the dining carriage, his extraordinary body had reached level three, and his mind had reached level four. His vision, hearing, and perception were all extremely sharp.
The commotion in the dining carriage could not be hidden from Yue Heng's eyes and ears.
After thinking for a while, Yue Heng got up and walked toward the dining carriage.
However, as soon as he arrived at the seventh carriage, he was stopped by a burly foreigner. "STOP!"
A Mai national.
Yue Heng glanced at the badge on the man's chest and shouted, "A good dog does not block the way!"
Be it in terms of height or physique, this Mai Super was far superior to Yue Heng.
Blocking the passageway, it was as if one man could hold back ten thousand men.
However, when Yue Heng shouted at him, his ears seemed to explode, and his whole head buzzed.
He was pushed to the side by Yue Heng with a confused face.
Opening the door of the carriage, Yue Heng came to the dining carriage.
Good guy!
There were twenty to thirty people in the dining carriage, and they were divided into many small teams.
There were Mai national, English, French, German, Japanese, and mercenaries who did not wear the national flag badge.
It was enough to form an Eight-Nation Alliance Army!
The dining carriage was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere was tense.
When Yue Heng came in, Yu Guangrong and the other two were confronting five or six Mai national and English nationals.
There were also two Japanese standing next to them.
As Yue Heng's arrival was a bit loud, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Yue Heng ignored all kinds of strange looks and asked, "Captain, what happened?"
The Mai people were not good people, and they even had accomplices with them.
Yu Guangrong said in a deep voice, "They want us to hand over the command and let them be in charge of this rescue operation."
As soon as Yu Guangrong finished speaking, the Japanese beside him smiled and said, "Yu Sang, this is a very reasonable request. Only by commanding the operation together can we unleash our greatest strength to fight against the dangerous demon beasts!"
This Japanese man was about 30 years old. He looked very kind and spoke standard Mandarin.
But his eyes were sinister, like a venomous snake staring at its prey.
Furthermore, the Japanese man's hand was still on the hilt of his sword.
He carried a Japanese katana with him.
"Stop dreaming!"
Yu Guangrong scoffed at the Japanese's explanation. "We can cooperate, but it's impossible for us to hand over command to anyone. Who do you think you are?"
Yu Guangrong's saliva almost sprayed on the Japanese man's face, but the Japanese man's smile did not change. "Yu Sang, Mr. Johnson is a true gentleman and a powerful knight. You should trust his character."
As he spoke, another Japanese man beside him translated in English.
The Caucasian man who was closest to Yu Guangrong raised his chin and showed an arrogant expression.
"Yu Sang, your uncooperative attitude will only ruin this international rescue operation."
The Japanese man continued, "If the operation fails because of you, then …"
"Wait."
Yue Heng suddenly interrupted him. "You mean to let Johnson be our commander?"
This Japanese man was very cunning. He kept putting on big hats one after another.
How could Yue Heng tolerate this!
"That's right."
The Japanese glanced at Yue Heng with a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Mr. Johnson is the captain of Mai, the strongest Super. We all believe that we can only complete this mission under his leadership."
Captain of Mai?
The strongest superhuman?
Yue Heng smiled. "This is the first time I've heard of it. How about this …"
He looked at the Caucasian man and said, "I'll arm-wrestle with you. If you win, we'll hand over the command. If you lose, then don't waste any more time."
Arm-Wrestling was a common method used by the superhumans in Yue Heng's previous life to resolve disputes.
It was fast, simple, and direct. There was no need for the location.
The Caucasian man, Johnson, was stunned after hearing the Japanese man's translation.
Then, he laughed loudly.
His laughter was extremely loud, and the muscles on his body twitched along with it. Especially the two exaggerated pectorals, which were filled with explosive power, were about to burst out of his clothes!
Johnson's companions behind him also laughed out loud.
They were all laughing at Yue Heng for overestimating himself.
For a beginner superhuman, the body size and weight often determined the upper limit of their strength.
Compared to the two-meter-tall Johnson, Yue Heng's body was not worth mentioning.
Yue Heng actually wanted to arm-wrestle to determine the command. In their eyes, he was asking for humiliation!
Yu Guangrong from China did not laugh. The other two captains were anxious. "You …"
The two of them also felt that Yue Heng's head was kicked by a donkey. They could not help but speak up to stop the latter's impulsive behavior.
Even if they really wanted to arm-wrestle with Johnson, it should be Yu Guangrong.
Or to be safe, they could have three rounds to determine the winner.
Yue Heng was simply too reckless.
"It's settled then!"
Unexpectedly, Yu Guangrong stood firmly on Yue Heng's side. "Arm-Wrestle!"
The two captains opened their mouths, but the words were stuck in their throats.
Crazy!
They did not know that Yue Heng had once defeated the strongest superhuman in Russia, Big Ivan, with one punch.
Yu Guangrong knew.
That was why he trusted Yue Heng!
“YES！”
Johnson waved his fist excitedly and said to Yue Heng, "Kid, it's not too late to regret now!"
Although he said that, in fact, he could not wait to show his strength.
Let Yue Heng cry!
The "Eight-Nation Alliance" in the carriage cheered. All kinds of whistles rose and fell, making the scene noisy.
Immediately, someone gave up their seat and emptied a table for both sides to arm-wrestle.
Yue Heng sat down first, then rolled up his sleeves and put his arms on the table.
He used action instead of answering.
"Guys …"
Johnson licked his lips and sat opposite Yue Heng. "You guys make a guess. I'll use a few seconds to finish the battle."
"I bet 1 second!"
"3 seconds!"
"I think it won't even take 1 second!"
"I'll definitely finish the battle within 5 seconds."
"Then I'll bet 2 seconds."
Someone really set up a bet at the table next to them and asked the "Eight-Nation Alliance" to place their bets.
Stacks of cash were thrown on the table.
They all bet on Johnson to win, betting on the time he would take to win.
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