I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Brother Xiong dragged his severed arm, walking unsteadily on Tian Shu Road.

It was so clean that he didn't even dare to put his feet down.

The road surface was paved with some kind of black synthetic material.

The trees planted along the roadside are not ordinary ornamental trees, but a mutated plant that emits a faint fluorescent glow.

There was only a faint, refreshing fragrance in the air.

Brother Xiong looked down at himself.

The work pants were covered in oil stains, the shoes were stained with blood and mud, and the left sleeve was empty.

But I have mistakenly entered the imperial palace.

He seemed so out of place.

"The coordinates that kid gave me were correct, weren't they?"

Brother Xiong's heart pounded, and he took out his phone again to take a look.

That's right.

The navigation showed that the destination was right in front of that towering, enormous building.

The further they went, the more anxious Xiong Ge became.

Because he saw people.

Those walking on the road were all wearing crisp uniforms and walking with a brisk pace.

Even from a distance, Brother Xiong could feel the oppressive aura emanating from these people.

That's a martial artist.

And he's definitely not one of those low-level thugs in the West District who only collects protection money.

Anyone you pick out could probably dominate the West District.

"Goodness..."

"Where exactly is this place?"

Brother Xiong swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to turn and run away.

Even if he sold the land, he still couldn't afford to live in a place like this.

But the thought of Li Zihao, who might be a cannibal behind him, made him stop in his tracks.

Let's try anything, even if it seems hopeless!

Since Brother Shen said he could come, he definitely can!

at last.

He walked to the front door.

This is a ten-meter-high alloy gate, flanked by fully armed guards.

The gun the guard was holding had a barrel thicker than Brother Xiong's arm.

The dark muzzle of the gun gleamed with a chilling light.

Brother Xiong's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"What do you do?"

A guard strode forward, his eyes sweeping over Brother Xiong with a sharp, piercing gaze.

That imposing aura made it almost impossible for Brother Xiong to breathe.

"I...I..."

Brother Xiong's lips trembled as he frantically picked up the broken phone.

"I have a pass!"

"It was... a brother named Shen Tian who sent me!"

Upon hearing the name "Shen Tian".

The guard, who had been looking grim, visibly stiffened for a moment and quickly checked Brother Xiong's electronic pass.

Then.

Under Xiong Ge's shocked gaze, the guard quickly put away his gun, stood at attention, and stomped his feet.

Snapped!

A standard military salute.

"Let them through!"

Rumbling--

The alloy gate slowly slid open to both sides.

Brother Bear was dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the guard who saluted him, then looked at the open gate.

My mind is a complete mess.

They... went inside?

When he was handling business in the West District, even if he was just going to see a local police chief, he had to bow and scrape, offer cigarettes, and smile obsequiously.

it's here.

This is a place that looks like it belongs to important people.

He was allowed to pass after only giving his name?

"Brother Shen... you've finally made it big!"

Brother Xiong was so excited that even the pain from his severed arm seemed to lessen considerably.

He took a deep breath, straightened his already somewhat hunched back, and stepped inside.

Upon entering the gate.

My vision suddenly opened up.

But what followed was an even stronger shock.

The huge square was filled with armored vehicles of various shapes and sizes.

Among the crowds coming and going, many carried swords and knives, and their auras were more terrifying than the last.

Brother Xiong even spotted several important figures who had appeared on television news.

Just then.

He saw the black stone monument standing in the center of the square.

Three large, blood-red characters were engraved on it, written in a vigorous, menacing style.

【破军】

hum!

Brother Xiong felt a buzzing in his head and almost fell to the ground.

Po Jun Si?!

This is actually the Po Jun Division?!

As a native of Jiangcheng, how could he not know what those three words meant?

That is the guardian deity of Jiangcheng.

It is the pinnacle of power in the entire Jiangcheng!

"My goodness..."

Brother Xiong leaned against a lamppost by the roadside, panting heavily.

No wonder the guards here are so intimidating.

Shen Tian, ​​that kid, actually managed to get on the good side of the Po Jun Si?

That's incredible!

After the initial shock came ecstasy.

Po Jun Si!

This place is guarded by countless elite martial artists.

No matter how abnormal or monstrous Li Zihao is, even if you gave him a hundred times the courage, would he dare to cause trouble at Po Jun Si?

Safe!

I'm lucky to be alive!

But then, a strong sense of inferiority welled up in my heart.

Brother Xiong shrank his neck.

This is the Po Jun Division.

Who are these people coming and going?

They are either generals who gallop across the battlefield or heroes who slay strange beasts.

He's a pig butcher, filthy all over, and with a missing arm. Standing in this place is just a disgrace to the area.

The guard at the gate was probably just doing his job.

If he really gets in, who would bother with an ant like him?

It might even be thrown out like trash.

Just as Brother Xiong was feeling uneasy and didn't know which way to go...

Two people suddenly walked out from the entrance of the hall not far away.

The guy on the left is toying with a dagger in his hand, walking with a swaying gait, and he doesn't look like someone to mess with.

The one on the right is even more frightening; its muscles bulge high like a giant tower, and its eyes are so fierce they look like it wants to devour people.

When Brother Xiong saw this, his legs went weak.

It’s over.

A big shot like this is the kind of person who would kill without blinking an eye.

Am I blocking someone's way?

Brother Xiong instinctively tried to dodge to the side.

But the two men had already seen him.

The blond-haired man's eyes lit up, and he pointed in this direction and shouted something.

then.

Those two people actually charged straight at us!

It moved so fast that it created a gust of wind.

"It's all over!"

Brother Xiong was so frightened that he closed his eyes, inwardly groaning.

I'm doomed now.

We've just escaped one wolf's den only to fall into another!

Just when he thought he was about to be kicked away by these two fierce-looking guys.

But her two hands held him firmly.

"Is that Brother Xiong?"

Brother Xiong opened his eyes cautiously.

The man wielding the dagger was looking at him with a beaming smile, a smile so bright it was as if he were looking at his own uncle.

"I'm Fei, and this is Reggae."

Afei introduced himself, and casually glared at Reggae, who had no expression on his face.

Reggae's lips twitched twice as he forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Brother Bear... Hello."

Brother Xiong was completely dumbfounded.

This script is wrong.

Why are these two big shots, who are clearly elite martial artists, being so polite to this pig butcher?

Even... a little ingratiating?

"Sirs... you've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you?"

Brother Xiong stammered.

"I'm not some kind of 'Brother Bear,' I'm just a pig butcher..."

Ah Fei waved his hand.

"Our boss specifically instructed us to make sure you are treated well."

Boss?

Brother Xiong keenly caught the word.

His not-so-bright brain started working at high speed.

Did Shen Tian give any instructions?

These two call Shen Tian "boss"?

Being able to recruit underlings in the Po Jun Division, and these underlings who look very powerful.

Shen Tian's current identity...

Brother Xiong was secretly calculating in his mind.

Could it be that Shen Tian has had a stroke of luck and been taken in as a personal disciple by some important figure?

Or did he join some special elite squad and become a squad leader?

Amazing!

This is simply incredible luck!

"Brother Xiong, your arm..."

Afei's expression turned serious as he looked at Xiong Ge's still bleeding severed arm.

"How did you get injured like this?"

We'll take you for treatment.

"We need the best medical bay!"

"Also, go and tell the cafeteria to prepare some blood-replenishing beast meat porridge."

Although Brother Xiong was not worldly-wise, he knew what these words meant.

Those are astronomical prices!

"No, no, no!"

Brother Xiong was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"There's no need to go to such lengths..."

"Brother Xiong, you're being too polite."

Without a word, Afei helped Xiong Ge inside, his tone full of self-righteousness.

"These are all special rations from our boss; they'll go directly into his account."

"Besides, you're our boss's benefactor."

"In this lousy military unit, anyone who dares to slight you is going against our boss!"

Brother Xiong, feeling dizzy, was carried into that magnificent building by Afei.

along the way.

All staff members who encounter Ah Fei, regardless of their position, must greet him politely.

Ah Fei merely nodded slightly to these people, then turned to Brother Xiong and showered him with concern.

This feeling of being fawned over, or rather, being pampered, left Brother Xiong feeling completely bewildered.

This is too unreal.

Is this a case of "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven"?

Ten minutes later.

Brother Xiong lay in a transparent chamber filled with light blue repair fluid.

The piercing pain quickly disappeared, replaced by a warm and comfortable sensation.

The area where my arm was severed felt itchy and tingly, as if countless tiny ants were crawling on it.

The doctor said that this kind of injury is nothing to Po Jun Si's skills, and it will heal in two days.

Through the glass cover.

Brother Xiong looked at the blond-haired thug outside who was bowing and scraping to him, and then at the guy next to him who, despite his fierce-looking face, was obediently carrying a bowl of hot porridge.

He let out a long breath.

Shen Tian, ​​oh Shen Tian.

What kind of mess have you made of yourself?

Could it be...?

A bold idea popped into Xiong Ge's head, one that startled even himself.

Could it be that he became the General's personal bodyguard?