Super Zoo

Ludmila suddenly "attacked" Suming, and those who came with him couldn't help even if they wanted to. Being in charge of a security company in a war-torn place like Iraq, her personal combat abilities were beyond doubt. The few people with Suming, even if bound together, were probably no match for this female soldier.

Adnan didn't dare to offend a strong character like Ludmila; Zhao Yun smiled as if he wasn't smiling, being the most mature among them he knew that Ludmila was only trying to let off some steam and wouldn't really harm Suming. After all, the kid was just flirting around at the poolside yesterday, and when the girls approached him, he had the nerve to turn his back on them and leave—that was practically toying with them.

Nangong Huang was still the most protective of Suming, his eyes widened, ready to take action. Ludmila didn't even glance at him; she casually waved the big handgun she held in her other hand, and then Nangong Huang tilted his head towards the ceiling, pretending he saw nothing.

This was the downside of not bringing Su Meng. If Su Meng had been here, even if Ludmila were armed with a Gatling gun, Su Meng would dare to charge at her, and certainly, his combat abilities would be stronger than Ludmila's.

The stalemate lasted for about three or four seconds, and thankfully, it was ultimately a trivial matter. Ludmila had no intention of doing anything serious to Suming. Her motive for giving Suming a bit of a hard time was not only to vent about yesterday's incident but more because of her own character. Having spent a long time in Iraq, the young lass had developed a bit of a violent streak.

"Roar, Ludmila, stop bullying this little guy! Look, his face is all pale..."

"Poor Easterner, look, he's about to cry..."

"Iraq is no place for these pampered folks."

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The clerks familiar with Ludmila started to jeer. In the mercenary world, where might makes right, reason is never more important than strength. Wealthy people might buy services, but respect is reserved for the strong.

As Suming slightly bowed, his awkwardness apparent, Ludmila reached her goal. With a triumphant smile, she was ready to let go of his hand.

Unfortunately, while she felt great, Suming didn't share the sentiment. To make things more pleasant for himself, Suming decided to give her some discomfort of his own.

This trip to Iraq, if there was anything he had plenty of, it was two things: royal jelly for replenishing spiritual power, and money.

Ludmila wanted to pull her hand away, but it was already too late.

Next second, a change came over Ludmila's face. Her azure eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, focused on Suming. His hand, which was soft and powerless just moments ago, suddenly hardened as if covered with a rhino leather glove!

Not only did his hand harden, but the strength became terrifying.

Ludmila's expression changed in an instant, the smile on her face disappearing, replaced first by surprise, then by disbelief, and within two seconds, it turned into obvious pain.

Those close by could even hear her grinding her teeth.

In contrast, Suming straightened his body, his expression becoming even more serene, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He spoke slowly, "It's an honor to meet you, Miss Ludmila. Also, I must apologize for my rudeness at the poolside yesterday. I truly had other urgent matters, but I must say, you looked very attractive in your swimwear!"

With each word Suming spoke, he increased the force in his hand, and by the time he uttered the word "attractive," Ludmila felt as if her hand was in the grip of a real Polar Bear. The intense pain made it impossible for her to open her mouth to respond to Suming's words, and had she not clenched her teeth tightly, she would have certainly been unable to hold back cries of pain.

Her hand was in so much pain that she was about to cry, instinctively trying to pull back her hand, but the other person's grip was steady as a rock, immovable.

If it continued like this, the bones in her right hand would snap in an instant. As a mercenary, this was an absolutely unacceptable severe injury. Ludmila's left shoulder moved slightly.

Before she could draw her gun, her right palm suddenly lightened, and the powerful force reminiscent of a polar bear vanished without a trace.

She had been pulling back all along, and under the force of inertia, she staggered backward several steps, overturning the chair behind her and steadying herself against the table, looking at Suming in astonishment.

"Oh, Miss Ludmila, did I hurt you?" Suming shook his hand and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, your strength is so great that if I hadn't exerted force, my hand might have been broken."

Suming's words were very polite, and if one were just listening to him speak, it seemed as if he was the one at a disadvantage.

Yet from the expressions and reactions of both parties, everyone present could clearly see that Miss Ludmila had suffered a big loss in this small 'skirmish' that could hardly be called a conflict!

The mercenary clerks were all somewhat stunned, having not anticipated such an outcome.

They knew Ludmila's background better than Suming did. This woman, who looked no different from a swimsuit model, was assuredly one of the most ferocious women in the intelligence headquarters of the Russian General Staff before retiring. She specialized in the close protection of female relatives of the national head of state, and in hand-to-hand combat, she could easily overpower several professionally trained men. At least within Moran Company, no one had heard of a man who was certain to beat her in a one-on-one fight.

It was precisely because of her formidable abilities that, despite her somewhat impulsive and flirtatious nature, Moran Company still dispatched her to Iraq as the regional supervisor. Only a fierce supervisor could keep these ferocious mercenaries in check.

No one could have imagined that Ludmila would be effortlessly defeated by this unimpressive, hairless Asian fellow.

Could this man possibly be a legendary Shaolin monk skilled in Huaxia martial arts?!

It's very likely. Ordinary people wouldn't shave off their eyebrows even if they were bald, would they?

Nangong Huang burst into laughter, raising two middle fingers at the Moran Company people present, making an internationally recognized gesture, "Stunned, aren't you? You have no idea who my brother-in-law is. He's the successor of the mysterious Eastern martial arts, a master from the Bamboo Forest Sea of Clouds!" He directly borrowed the Panda Man's introduction from the martial arts competition.

Zhao Yun was slightly taken aback, looking at Suming with curiosity, thinking to himself that this young man really had hidden depths.@@novelbin@@

Adnan's legs were almost giving out from fear. This was Moran's territory, and they had just 'bullied' Moran's female supervisor. What if she took offense? If it had been the Americans, it could be settled with money, but these Russian bears were completely insane. Under the leadership of their hard-line president with a KGB background, warriors from that country never understood reasoning.

"Miss Ludmila, are you alright? Do you need a doctor?" Suming tentatively asked. He had been in so much pain that he couldn't stand it. The thought crossed his mind, just like Ludmila's, that his hand would break if things continued this way. So, without thinking too much, he burst the orbs of the Asian elephant's strength and the additional one he'd absorbed from the hotel, the hippopotamus' skin.

If the tortoise shell was like armor, then the hippopotamus' skin was at least like hardened hide. Neither was comparable to human skin, and it was Suming's first time stacking two kinds of orbs together, using them merely for a 'handshake,' which was an underuse of their potential. To be on the safe side, he hadn't even exerted his full strength.