Matrilocal Son-in-law Is Supreme

3Most of the people were carrying the wooden crates at the same time. The road was bumpy and they walked very slowly. It would take them more than 20 minutes to walk from the dump to the warehouse from seven to eight hundred meters away.    1

    

Among the people around Shen Lang, the one who enjoyed doing the most was the muscular man. He could carry two wooden boxes at a time for seven to eight minutes at a time. Several times, Tu Dou carried a wooden box and moved forward step by step. He was robbed by the muscular man and then dragged Tu Dou to a corner to rest.    

    

Shen Lang looked at the carrier car and found a wire rope that was used to tie up the goods. He stacked the ten wooden boxes together and tied them with a wire rope. Then, he lifted one of his hands.    

    

"It's quite useful." Shen Lang carried the ten wooden boxes towards the warehouse. Actually, it wouldn't be a problem for him to take a few dozen more. It was just that the space within the mine was restricted. If he took any more wooden boxes, it would affect everyone else's walking speed.    

    

"Heavens, how many wooden boxes did he take? One, two, three … eight, nine, ten! He's actually holding ten wooden boxes in one hand! "    

    

"How is that possible? Ten wooden boxes weighed more than 500 jin, right?"    

    

"Who is this person? How is he so powerful?"    

    

"You still don't know him? Shen Lang, None Source, he defeated Fu Pingtao on the sports field this morning."    

    

"Shh — Fu Pingtao is here too, be quiet!"    

    

"…"    

    

The others tried their best and could only slowly move them one by one. The muscular man carrying the two wooden boxes and jogging back and forth was enough to shock them. Shen Lang was kicking ten of them with one hand and these people's eyeballs were about to fall out.    

    

Shen Lang walked towards the warehouse. Along the way, he saw more than half of the people already resting by the roadside. Some of them didn't even care if the ground was dry or not as they laid on the ground breathing heavily. His usual sense of superiority as a Source Cultivator was now nowhere to be seen.    

    

Shen Lang frowned and quickened his pace. He did not like the feeling of being discussed in whispers.    

    

"Shen Lang."    

    

When they were almost to the warehouse, Shen Lang heard someone call him. Before he even turned around, that person had already followed and sent off with Shen Lang.    

    

It was Fu Pingtao.    

    

Shen Lang glanced at Fu Pingtao's hands and saw that he had a wooden box in each of his hands.    

    

Fu Pingtao's left hand used his thumb, index finger, and middle finger to grasp one corner of the wooden box. His right hand used his thumb, ring finger, and pinky to hold the other corner of the wooden box.    

    

Others were so tired from carrying around, but he was still using the wooden box to train his hands.    

    

Shen Lang's appreciation of Fu Pingtao increased a bit more.    

    

"Thank you." Fu Pingtao said with his usual unsmiling expression.    

    

"You already said that." Shen Lang smiled and said.    

    

"I've already stayed at the ninth level of the General Rank for more than a year and have yet to break through. After exchanging blows with you this morning, I've gained quite a bit; I should be able to break through within five days." Fu Pingtao said, "This favor is too big, I can't not pay it back. I don't know what you need, but I can do something for you. "    

    

"What can you do for me?" Shen Lang asked.    

    

"Do not hesitate to mention it. If I can do it, I will not refuse." Fu Pingtao said.    

    

"Is killing okay?" Shen Lang teased.    

    

"You want to kill Feng Lee?" Fu Pingtao frowned, his eyes filled with hostility, "Okay, you give me ten days, do you want to get rid of those three this morning?"    

    

"I was only joking, I didn't say I'll kill them!" Shen Lang immediately stopped him.    

    

"Oh." Fu Pingtao continued to walk with his head down.    

    

"I really have something that I need your help with. Didn't you guys send someone called Que De over today? He's my friend." "Well — within two months, you take care of him properly for me." Shen Lang said.    

    

Fu Pingtao stopped walking: "Are you talking about the fatty that advanced two levels overnight? I'm afraid I don't need to anymore. He's already sworn brothers with Instructor Chen, so Feng Lee doesn't dare to touch him. "    

    

After a pause, Fu Pingtao explained, "Instructor Chen gave us the order in the cafeteria today."    

    

This damn fatty was really quick. Shen Lang couldn't help but be speechless.    

    

"Then we'll talk about it later. I can't think of anything else." Shen Lang said.    

    

"Alright." Fu Pingtao quickened his steps and walked to the warehouse door. He put the wooden box on the conveyor belt and turned around to go back.    

    

"Good finger strength, eagle claws and Praying mantis punches should be suitable for him, and the hooked sickle fingers should also be pretty good." Shen Lang looked at Fu Pingtao's back and thought with interest.    

    

Soon, Shen Lang also arrived at the entrance of the warehouse. When he put down the ten wooden crates that were tied together, the receiving soldier's reaction was the same as that of the recruits: "These are ten crates, and you brought them over with one hand?"    

    

"I don't have any other abilities, but I do have a lot of strength." Shen Lang opened the steel rope and put the wooden box on the conveyor belt.    

    

Oh, so you are that None Source. That's true, you were useless to begin with, so if you didn't have that bit of strength, you wouldn't be worth much in this army camp. After knowing that Shen Lang was the None Source that the training camp was talking about, the receiving soldier's attitude took a 180 degree turn.    

    

"Really? Then do you think that besides guarding the door, you have other uses here?" Shen Lang asked.    

    

The receiving soldier proudly raised his head and said, "Of course, why don't you see who can do this job? It's easier and less troublesome. There's no need to train, just how many people are envious?" Do you know who my brother-in-law is? He personally arranged this for me … "    

    

The receiving soldier chattered endlessly about the issue, but Shen Lang had long turned around and walked away.    

    

"You lowly None Source, useless trash, who are you calling a watchdog!?" Only when Shen Lang was out of sight did the receiving soldier realize the hidden meaning behind Shen Lang's words and roared towards the air.    

    

He looked just like a mad dog called Street.    

    

….    

    

"Let's call it a day and collect the meal vouchers at the entrance of the cafeteria."    

    

At eleven-thirty, a voice suddenly came from the top of the mine, causing many people to jump in fright.    

    

Shen Lang squinted his eyes and looked up. Only then did he notice that there was a black loudspeaker beside one of the lights. It just happened to be hidden in the shadow. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to find it.    

    

Now, Shen Lang could also guess the purpose of these probes. They should be counting the number of wooden boxes each person carried and distributing them according to each person's workload.    

    

"Squad leader, you're going to anger me to death. What are you trying to do? Your hands are f * cking cut!" Shen Lang was still looking at the head of the hole when the muscular man's voice sounded.    

    

The rest of the people from Class 533 were also walking together with the muscular man.    

    

Shen Lang looked at Tu Dou and noticed that his hands were covered in blood and there were many scratches on his palms. Shen Lang recalled that the wooden boxes were nailed together, and the edges of the metal hats and the pointed edges were very easy to hurt.