Chapter 895: Chapter 335: Leng Bing Wakes Up

A few hours?

Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment; Leng Bing’s previous strength was actually not weak.

Before coming to Wu Country, he himself was already a Class B Martial Artist, only a little bit away from becoming a Class A Martial Artist, ready to ascend at any moment.

Moreover, since he came from the Military Force, his overall qualities were somewhat stronger.

When ordinary Class A Martial Artists collided with him, in a life-and-death scenario, it was uncertain who would have the last laugh.

In life-and-death combat, the division of martial artists’ levels is really not the sole standard for judging strength.

Sometimes, other factors may be the decisive elements.

Leng Bing happened to be one of those people.

Previously at the Lanxi Branch, seeing those security personnel, they had already become Grandmaster-level Martial Artists through Makely’s experiment. If Leng Bing went through this experiment...

Zhang Beixing was quite anticipating how strong he would become afterward.

Knowledge extends, ignorance shortens.

Zhang Beixing chatted with others at the door, and soon the time passed.

Strange sounds began coming from inside the house.

The crackling sounds were incessant.

These chaotic sounds interrupted Zhang Beixing and their conversation, focusing everyone’s attention on this wooden door.

The thin wooden door seemed unreliable, as if it would be torn apart at any moment, and then a monster would burst out.

One minute, two minutes...

More than ten minutes passed.

The wooden door was not shattered; instead, the noise inside diminished until hardly any sound was heard.

"Is the experiment always like this?"

Zhang Beixing asked, somewhat puzzled.

Makely shook her head calmly.

"No, this situation has never occurred before."

"Previously, the experiments involved tying the subject to the operating table, then using anesthesia, and the entire process was under anesthesia."

"When the subject woke up, the effect of the anesthesia would wear off, and by that time, they would have calmed down."

Makely explained, shrugged helplessly at Zhang Beixing, "But as you can see, there are no anesthetics or operating tables here, so the conditions are inadequate, and that’s why it’s like this."

Makely implied something, spoke to Zhang Beixing, "You’re here, what difference does it make whether there’s anesthesia or not?"

That’s true.

Zhang Beixing did not refute this statement.

Even if Leng Bing went mad and charged at him, it would just be a matter of slapping him.

Is there anyone who could withstand his slap in this world?

Never seen one.

After about ten more minutes, Zhang Beixing didn’t wait any longer and decided to open the door and take a look.

Turning the doorknob.

Boom!

A sudden loud noise.

Unexpectedly, the door was so fragile that merely touching the doorknob caused the entire door to collapse with a bang.

The loud noise drew the attention of the person inside the door.

That figure suddenly turned its head and stared over here.

Those were a pair of crimson eyes, staring at Zhang Beixing, with little rational expression, just a cold gaze.

It looked like a biological instinct, having no thoughts of its own anymore.

But unexpectedly, it made no movements, only looked over here, as if there was some apprehension.

Zhang Beixing walked directly into the room, soon reaching his side.

Seeing Zhang Beixing approaching, he instinctively wanted to retreat, to evade.

But Zhang Beixing swiftly grabbed his wrist, not allowing him to leave.

"What’s going on, acting like an idiot? Can’t recognize people?"

Seeing Leng Bing’s bewildered eyes, Zhang Beixing realized, something’s wrong.

This kid’s brain seems to be useless.

Couldn’t even recognize him, there was evidently a problem.

It’s not arrogance; globally, there might be a bit more people who don’t know him, with a ratio of about ten to two or three recognizing versus not recognizing him.

But in Great Xia, Zhang Beixing could almost achieve universal recognition.

Great Xia has tirelessly propagated Zhang Beixing for over half a year now, and there’s no one in Great Xia who doesn’t know him.

Leng Bing, of course, recognized him even more; over eighty percent of Leng Bing’s tasks were related to him.

And yet, such a person doesn’t recognize him?

This can only mean there’s a problem with his memory.

Zhang Beixing wanted to call Makely to inquire about what was going on.

But considering Makely’s safety, Zhang Beixing didn’t call her over.

Makely was too important.

If she were harmed due to friendly fire or a misunderstanding in Wu Country, Zhang Beixing would regret it profoundly.

Grasping Leng Bing’s wrist, Zhang Beixing’s hand, like a massive clamp, gradually increased pressure.

Feeling the terrifying power, Leng Bing’s expression gradually changed.

From the initial bewilderment and apprehension, it turned somewhat anxious and uneasy.

Now, it directly transformed into alarm and fear.

His eyes were filled with dread as he looked at Zhang Beixing, wondering why this man had such incredible strength!

His hand felt like it was held by a machine, completely unable to break free.

Couldn’t break free, and it hurt terribly!

"Stop staring at me; you can’t beat me anyway. Hurry and wake up. If you don’t come to your senses, I’ll just treat you as if you’ve lost your mind."