"You see, don't be modest. I know my own grandson and granddaughter. It's utterly impossible for them to take down a dozen international mercenaries who kill and lick blood on a daily basis, living on the edge of life and death!"
Xia Zhen said indifferently, "Nothing can substitute real combat experience. All those military drills, jungle survival skills, those are just makeshift solutions in peacetime. What's the difference between those military exercises and performance shows? And jungle survival, back in the day, any hunter, even a farmer, could do it. It's nothing special."
Zhao Yang nodded, having lived in the mountains for three years, he considered jungle survival as merely a life skill.
"Compared with mercenaries who could face life or death trials every day and are in the thick of real combat, Xia Feng and Bing Bing are still too green. It was lucky you were there!" Xia Zhen said seriously to Zhao Yang.
"It's okay..."
