If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

The big boss's words, though seemingly casual, struck like an invisible giant hammer, hitting the top of everyone's head in the conference room.

Full authority granted to Su Chen?

What does this mean?

This means that these powerful regional officials, who command large armies and guard their territories, and whose mere presence can shake a military region, would have to personally beg that young man in his early twenties, whose rank is less than the stars on their shoulders, if they wanted to obtain the miraculous medicine that could change the future course of war.

After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the conference room became more eerie than ever before.

The generals, who were just arguing heatedly and almost flipping the table on the spot, now looked at each other with expressions that were quite fascinating.

There was shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.

But more than anything, it was a calculation.

It was an extremely realistic calculation, made in the blink of an eye, to rapidly assess the closeness or distance between himself and Su Chen, and between himself and Kunlun.

Commander Wang of the North China Military Region narrowed his tiger-like eyes slightly, his mind racing. Su Chen… Su Chen… This name was familiar to him, and he had watched Kunlun's combat power videos no less than twenty times. It was precisely because he understood what that meant that he knew what kind of terrifying power the name "Su Chen" represented, a power that could not be measured by conventional military theory.

But that's all.

To most of the people present, Su Chen was merely a distant and mysterious figure existing only in top-secret files.

Their interactions with Su Chen were almost nonexistent.

This is a real problem! We can't just send a guard to the gates of Kunlun and shout, "Commander Su, give our military region a hundred vials of 'Dragon Blood No. 1'!"

That's not asking for medicine, that's courting death!

Just as everyone was thinking about their own approach and how to "lobby" this overly young but powerful lieutenant general, a burst of suppressed, smug laughter abruptly broke the silence.

"Ahem!"

Mr. Du Bangguo cleared his throat slowly and deliberately.

He slowly stood up from his seat, walked to the center of the conference room, and even solemnly straightened his crisp military uniform in front of everyone, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles at the collar.

That usually serious, imposing old face was now beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum, every wrinkle radiating unconcealed comfort and pride.

He looked around, taking in the faces—some solemn, some sorrowful, some anxious—and felt an indescribable sense of relief. This feeling was even more exhilarating than winning a major battle!

"Oh dear, look how worried you all are."

Du Bangguo picked up his teacup and slowly sipped it, his posture suggesting he wasn't drinking tea but savoring fine wine. Every word he uttered was like a precise little hook, specifically designed to scratch the lungs of his fellow old friends.

"Is this really that difficult? I don't think it's difficult at all!"

"Snapped!"

He patted his chest, his voice suddenly rising eight octaves, his boastful spirit practically written all over his face.

"It's just asking that kid Su Chen for a few things! It's no big deal!"

His words were like a stone thrown into boiling oil, instantly making all the generals present prick up their ears.

Du Bangguo stood ramrod straight, chin slightly raised, and announced in a tone that looked down upon all living beings:

"You may not be able to bring it up, but I can! Who told you that kid to be my granddaughter's husband, Du Bangguo! Feifei is the apple of our Du family's eye! As her husband, how could he not side with his own family?"

The moment those words were spoken, the temperature in the entire conference room seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

All eyes, like icy knives, fell on Du Bangguo.

The emotions conveyed in that gaze were incredibly complex: jealousy, resentment, sudden realization, and a hint of unspeakable envy. If that gaze could kill, Old Man Du would probably have been slowly sliced ​​to death and reduced to ashes by now.

Commander Wang, the most hot-tempered commander in the North China Military Region, was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring, and the muscles in his cheeks were twitching.

"Old Du! Stop acting all innocent after getting the better deal! So what if your granddaughter made her move early? What's so great about that!"

"Exactly!" A general nearby couldn't help but chime in, slapping his thigh. "You wait, when we get back I'll break the legs of my good-for-nothing grandsons and teach them a lesson in how outstanding Su Chen is! Then I'll send my precious granddaughter to Kunlun! I refuse to believe that with her looks and figure, she can't win over that Su Chen brat!"

"Yes! We'll send one too! What's a little personal happiness compared to the greater good of the nation! My granddaughter has a high level of awareness; she'll definitely be willing to share the burden for the country!"

"Mine is the same! He's idolized heroes since he was little!"

In an instant, the crowd was filled with indignation. It was as if Su Chen was not a person, but a piece of Tang Monk's flesh, and everyone wanted to pounce on him and take a bite.

Du Bangguo was secretly delighted to see his old buddies so desperate that they were even selling their granddaughters on the spot. However, he still waved his hand dismissively, putting on a smug look of "I'm thinking of everyone."

"Hey everyone, everyone, calm down! Relationships are about mutual affection and fate; you can't force them. Besides," he paused, then dropped an even more damaging statement, "our Feifei is the official wife! All of you rushing to offer her up as a concubine—that's inappropriate, absolutely inappropriate!"

"puff--"

A general who was drinking water couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of hot tea.

These words only added fuel to the fire. The empress? A concubine? What kind of terms are these!

Commander Wang stood up abruptly, pointing his finger at Du Bangguo's nose, ready to start cursing.

Just as everyone was about to lose their temper and prepare to engage in a full-blown fight, drowning this old Versailles man surnamed Du in spittle, another unhurried voice rang out.

"Old Du, you can't speak too definitively."

Grandpa Long Zhenbang also slowly stood up.

He walked over to Du Bangguo and, mimicking Du's earlier gesture, patted him heavily on the shoulder. A rare, faint, yet equally smug smile appeared on that usually stern face, which seemed to be owed eight million.

Everyone stopped moving and looked at him in confusion.

"We don't deny that your Feifei is the official wife."

Long Zhenbang first affirmed Du Bangguo's words, which made the latter's smugness even stronger.

Then, he changed the subject, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying to every corner of the conference room.

"But our Xiaoyun isn't one to be trifled with either! That girl is Su Chen's wife now, someone he can trust with his back, a comrade-in-arms who fights alongside him! That bond is no less than yours!"

"So," Long Zhenbang mimicked Du Bangguo, glancing around at the stunned faces before slowly and deliberately saying, "our Long family should also get a share of this miraculous medicine. We're in-laws, so naturally we should share the benefits. Don't you all agree?"

"boom!"

If Du Bangguo's words were like adding fuel to the fire, then Long Zhenbang's lukewarm remarks were like throwing a deep-sea bomb into a red-hot oil pan!

What is that?

Another grandson-in-law?

Is she also Su Chen's wife?

relatives by marriage?

This left everyone stunned and speechless, their brains going blank on the spot.

In the conference room, the generals who hadn't yet spoken looked at each other with expressions of utter disbelief.

Their worldview was completely shattered in just a few minutes by these two old guys working together, and in a completely radical way.

What era is this?

How come the two most outstanding women in the Dragon Kingdom, whose family background, appearance, and abilities are all impeccable, are both... both with the same man?

Moreover, judging from the demeanor of these two old men, they not only showed no displeasure whatsoever, but were also incredibly proud and smug.

As the group of bigwigs watched these two old guys who had started praising each other and were actually frantically radiating their aura of fame, they felt their blood pressure suddenly spike to their foreheads.

That gaze could literally devour you!

Commander Wang's mouth hung open. The anger that had been about to erupt was completely extinguished by this shocking revelation, leaving only a blank space. He pointed at Du Bangguo, then turned tremblingly to Long Zhenbang, before finally letting his hand fall limply, as if his bones had been removed.