Chapter 50: Buying People's Hearts
Clear sunlight shone in from the glass window, and the mottled shadows of the trees were reflected on the wall, which was comfortable and leisurely.
Darren opened his eyes and woke up from the bed.
The room was not big, but it was very clean.
He sat up slowly and checked his condition habitually.
As the precise body perception unfolded, his "personal attribute panel" was also presented.
Physical strength: 65.131
Strength: 63.135
Speed: 63.591
Fruit: 74.167
Compared with the last time, all data have increased significantly.
The most obvious increase was physical strength. Sure enough, Roger's "God Avoidance" that almost killed him was not in vain, and his physical strength increased by at least 2 points.
As for the other three data, strength, speed and fruit, they all increased by more than a little.
It's hard to imagine that this is just the improvement brought by a battle.
Darren secretly estimated that if he used the training method he had used in the North Sea, even if he pushed the training intensity to the limit that his body could bear, it would take at least three months to achieve the same effect.
And this was just an extremely short fight.
But this was also reasonable.
A hundred simulations were not as good as one actual fight.
The pleasure of adrenaline rushing between life and death, the feeling of oppression that every cell, every muscle and every nerve was squeezed to the limit, as if suffocating... It was not something that could be created by regular training.
Sure enough, only by fighting with the strong can one stimulate his physical potential to the greatest extent and break through the limit.
"If I could do it a few more times..."
Thinking of this, Darren's mind became active, and he couldn't help muttering, but soon laughed dumbly.
A simple knife almost took his life, and he was lucky to survive, considering that Roger didn't burst out with all his strength.
If it was a real fight, he would never survive Roger's hands.
That knife that even the ghosts and gods had to retreat from...
Darren couldn't help but clench his fists.
Huh...
After several seconds, he let out a long breath and got up to wash.
After the duel in the training camp, they, as students in the training camp, had about three days of free time.
On the one hand, it was inevitable that people would be injured in the duel and need treatment and recuperation, and on the other hand, it was to give these students from all over the world enough time to get familiar with the environment and living habits of Marinford.
After a simple wash, Darren, who was dressed neatly, put on a navy cloak and pushed the door out.
The fallen leaves in the yard were falling, and the breath of late autumn had arrived unknowingly, and even the leaves were rendered with a faint golden light.
Darren looked at Dorag, who was sleeping in a messy posture on the beach chair, lying on his back with a big bubble in his mouth, and couldn't help rubbing his temples.
"Really rough..."
He shook his head and strode out of the yard.
A reserved young figure had been waiting outside the yard, carefully holding a fresh fruit basket in his hand. When he saw Darren coming out, he immediately trotted over and said respectfully:
"Commodore Darren!! This is the fruit basket you asked for."
The young lieutenant saluted.
Darren took the fruit basket and said with a smile:
"Thank you for your help."
"How could it be!" The lieutenant waved his hand hurriedly.
Darren stuffed another stack of banknotes.
"Commodore Darren, this is... you have already given... the money has not been used up..."
The lieutenant retreated again and again.
"Take it, go buy me a breakfast." Darren said without question, and stuffed the money directly into the hands of the lieutenant.
Then he pointed at Dorag, who was sleeping in the yard, and smiled:
"What can be more refreshing than a warm breakfast?"
After saying this, Darren turned around and left with the fruit basket, leaving the lieutenant alone with a large stack of colorful banknotes in his hand, messy in the wind.
"This... is too much..."
...
The morning mist has dissipated, and the cool wind blows on the cheeks, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Darren walked slowly on the street with a calm look.
He didn't have the habit of using others for free, especially when that person was not your core subordinate.
Living in the North Sea, where mafia forces intertwined, Darren had seen some so-called mafia bosses capsize in the gutter more than once and died at the hands of his younger brothers.
Those little minions that he used to boss around and despised the most are often the knife that you stabbed from behind when you were at the end of your rope.
The human heart is very complicated.
The stack of banknotes thrown out casually was nothing to Darren.
But it was a huge sum of money to the young navy.
The real measure of wealth is not the mountains of gold and silver piled up at home, not the numbers deposited in the bank, nor your mansion and private yacht...
but the hearts of the people you have won.
Maybe Darren will never need that navy lieutenant in his life, but for some things, "having but not using" is always better than "not having but needing"...
Just a few hundred thousand Baileys, let a navy lieutenant who is responsible for the daily affairs of the officers in the training camp be grateful to you, why not?
As for why not just give him the money?
No, no, no, that's not appropriate.
How could Darren do something that violates discipline and regulations like bribery?
He just asked the lieutenant to help buy a fruit basket and breakfast.
According to the lieutenant, Darren found his destination in no time.
Before he approached the yard, he heard a burst of angry scolding from the yard, mixed with the whistling of sticks and footsteps.
"You stinky boy!! You are injured like this!! You still bring a stray cat back from outside!! There are a lot of cats and dogs... There are a lot of them at home! Animals eat more than people!!"
"Ah ah ah ah dad, don't chase me! You can't see again, don't fall down later!!"
"Although I can't see you, I can still hear you! Don't run, stinky boy!!"
"..."
Listening to the noisy sound, Darren couldn't help but smile.
He stepped forward and pushed open the gate of the yard.
The two figures froze there.
The fleeing figure had a crew cut and was wrapped in bandages all over his body, maintaining a running posture.
Behind him, a blind middle-aged man was holding a wooden stick, panting.
The two men turned their heads stiffly little by little and looked at Darren.
Darren raised the fruit basket in his hand.
"It seems that your injuries have recovered well, Colonel Huoshaoshan."
He smiled.
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Please thank you for everything.