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

Du Bangguo and Long Zhenbang, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, worked together seamlessly.

Their smug, self-satisfied demeanor completely ignited the powder keg in the conference room, which was already like dry tinder, ready to burst into flames at any moment.

"I...I'll fuck your two grandpas!"

Commander Wang of the North China Military Region, a man with a fiery temper, was the first to lose his temper.

He pointed at Du and Long, his fingers trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease, his lips moving for a long time, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Because he really didn't know where to begin his rant.

These two old bastards have the word "shameless" engraved on their foreheads, and even edged with gold, as if they're afraid no one will see it!

Should we call them shameless?

But what they said was the truth, irrefutable and undeniable. One granddaughter was the legal wife, and the other was a comrade-in-arms; their relationship was so strong it could crack walnuts.

Should we criticize them for being disrespectful to their elders?

But looking at their smug expressions and how comfortable they were, they were clearly enjoying themselves, and even wished they could say a few more words that would infuriate everyone present.

An unprecedented sense of frustration, mixed with overwhelming anger and intense bitterness, surged straight to Commander Wang's head.

He felt like he had punched cotton, his strength was full but he had nowhere to release it, and the force of the rebound almost strained his old back.

Not only him, but every single one of the other military leaders present felt the same way.

Their jaws were clenched tightly, their teeth grinding together. If those gazes directed at Du and Long could materialize, they would probably have turned those two old guys into sieves long ago.

Just as tensions were running high, the air was practically ignited by anger, and a "battle of the century" that would be recorded in the annals of Chinese military history was about to erupt at the highest military headquarters, the bigwig who had been watching all this with a smile finally spoke.

"Alright, alright."

He waved his hand, his seemingly gentle voice carrying an undeniable authority, like a bucket of ice water poured onto a boiling oil pan.

The entire conference room fell silent immediately.

"How old are you all? Your military ranks are enough to crush a man. And now, you're acting like little brats who didn't get any candy, making a racket here. What kind of behavior is this?!"

The big boss's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, finally landing on the faces that showed frustration, anger, or helplessness. Everyone he saw unconsciously straightened their backs and suppressed their outward emotions.

"That's the gist of it. And that's the rule."

He picked up the report on the table, tapped it lightly on the corner of the table, making a soft sound, a decisive statement.

"If you want something, go find Su Chen yourself. How much you get and what you exchange it for depends on your own abilities."

"Now, all of you, get out of here!"

The boss's voice suddenly turned stern, carrying an undisguised look of disdain.

"I get annoyed just looking at you bunch of noisy old folks!"

The big boss has given us the boot.

The generals present dared not linger even for a moment. This was a top order!

They all stood up abruptly, their movements perfectly synchronized. They gave the big boss a standard military salute, and then, like raw recruits who had just been reprimanded by their instructors, they slunk off towards the conference room door.

Throughout the entire process, you could hear a pin drop; no one dared to utter a single word.

However, beneath this silence, undercurrents were surging.

As they passed by Du Bangguo and Long Zhenbang, who were still standing in the center of the conference room with smug looks on their faces, each of their gazes carried a hint of ill intent.

It wasn't just simple anger, but a kind of... like a hungry wolf seeing two fat sheep, full of calculation and predatory gaze.

Du Bangguo and Long Zhenbang felt a little uneasy under the gazes of those dozen or so menacing eyes.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing a clear sense of unease in each other's eyes.

Oh no, it seems like we've gone too far.

as predicted.

As soon as they stepped out of the heavy conference room door, before they could even catch their breath and savor the afterglow of victory,

"Brothers! Don't let those two old bastards get away! Pack them up and beat those two shameless old men to a pulp!"

Someone, in the quiet corridor, lowered their voice, yet it was filled with boundless fervor, and raised their arm to shout.

The next second, Commander Wang, Commander Li, Commander Ma... a dozen generals who had just been holding back their anger and could only act like grandsons at the meeting, instantly transformed into the fiercest wolves. They rubbed their fists together, their faces sneered, and their footsteps thumped as they surrounded Du and Long in the middle of the corridor.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Du Bangguo was startled and instinctively backed away, his back slamming against the cold wall with a thud, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"I'm warning you! Don't mess around! This is Xishan! If you dare to lay a hand on someone, the guards' guns won't discriminate!"

"That's right!" Long Zhenbang puffed out his chest, trying to intimidate others with his status, "We're Su Chen's own grandfathers! If you lay a finger on us, you won't get a single drop of the divine medicine!"

"Go to hell with Kunlun! Go to hell with your own grandfather!"

Commander Wang took the lead, completely ignoring their rhetoric, and was even more enraged by their words.

With a flick of his large, fan-like hand, he grabbed Du Bangguo's neck and held him tightly in his arms. His other hand, without any hesitation, transformed into an iron palm and gave the old man's well-maintained but now tense, old buttocks a series of merciless slaps.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound was crisp and clear, echoing in the quiet corridor, appearing particularly abrupt.

"Serves you right for being so cocky! Serves you right for showing off! Serves you right for using your grandson-in-law to intimidate us! Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your ancestors!"

Commander Wang slapped the object while cursing, each slap carrying a venting of anger.

Meanwhile, Commander Li and his men along the coast were also busy.

They exchanged a glance and, with perfect coordination, pinned the struggling Long Zhenbang against the wall. Each of them took turns, ostensibly to "loosen his muscles," but in reality, they all used skillful force, targeting the areas on his body that didn't hurt but were particularly sore and numb.

"Old Long, your shoulder is a bit stiff. Let me help you improve blood circulation!"

"Oh dear, your back is nice, just a bit stiff; you need to move around more!"

Of course, they all knew their limits and didn't go too far. It was more of a venting, a rough "exchange" between comrades filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Old Du! Old Long! You two just wait!"

After Commander Wang finished beating Du Bangguo, he finally vented his anger. He released Du Bangguo, but he was still not satisfied. He pointed at the two disheveled old men and said fiercely.

"It's just a granddaughter, isn't it? Every family has one! You think you've got it all figured out? Dream on!"

"That's right!" Commander Li chimed in, a "just you wait" look on his face. "When we get back, we'll pack up our prettiest, most sensible, and most educated granddaughters and send them all to Kunlun! I refuse to believe that Su Chen, that invincible hero, wouldn't be interested in beautiful women!"

"Yes! My husband, a PhD student, is both academically and athletically gifted. He's a perfect match for a hero like Su Chen!"

"My granddaughter is a star performer in the cultural troupe. Her figure, her looks—tsk tsk, I don't believe Su Chen won't be tempted!"

"What does sacrificing a little personal happiness matter when it comes to the greater good of the nation! My granddaughter has a high level of political awareness and will definitely be willing to share the country's burdens!"

For a moment, these old generals seemed to have found a new breakthrough. Their eyes lit up and they even started comparing their granddaughters on the spot. It didn't look like they were going to a marriage alliance, but rather like they were going to a high-level "selection of a concubine" ceremony.

After a “friendly and enthusiastic” exchange, the dozen or so generals were refreshed, as if they had won a great victory.

The frustration and pent-up anger that had accumulated in the meeting room vanished instantly. Each person stood tall, full of energy, and left laughing.

As they walked, they eagerly pulled out their encrypted phones and began frantically calling for backup.

"Hello! Is this the security detail? Immediately! Right now! Contact the control tower and clear the airspace! I need the fastest private jet! Destination: Kunlun! Not a minute can be wasted! Hurry!"

"Pass the order: the military region command is on high alert! While I'm gone, have the chief of staff keep an eye on things! Anyone who dares to cause me even the slightest trouble, I'll skin them alive when I get back!"

For a time, the entire West Mountain was thrown into chaos by the decisive actions of these old generals.

Countless orders were issued from here, and countless resources were urgently mobilized, all pointing to that mysterious place that wasn't even clearly marked on the map—Kunlun.

Only Du Bangguo and Long Zhenbang, the two "brothers in misfortune," remained, their clothes disheveled, grimacing as they rubbed the areas of their bodies that had been "specially targeted."

"Those damned bandits! Robbers!"

Du Bangguo rubbed his aching back, feeling like his bones were about to fall apart, and cursed angrily.

"They're fucking ruthless! They have absolutely no camaraderie!"

Long Zhenbang rubbed his shoulder, looking both sullen and frightened. Commander Li's blows just now had specifically targeted his numbness, and he still couldn't use his strength on one side of his body.

The two looked at each other and saw the urgency and unwillingness in each other's eyes.

What those old guys said just now didn't sound like a joke!

They really will pack up their granddaughter and send her there!

"No! We absolutely cannot let those bandits get there first!"

Du Bangguo slapped his thigh hard, ignoring his back pain.

"These old bastards, they're all so cunning. If they get to Kunlun first, block the entrance, and start begging Su Chen with tears streaming down their faces, then push their granddaughters forward, what if... what if that Su Chen is too shy and agrees to something? We'll have nowhere to cry then!"

Long Zhenbang's face also darkened; he deeply agreed.

"Let's go! We're leaving now!" Du Bangguo decided decisively. "Have the guards bring the helicopter over directly! We're skipping the airport; we'll fly straight there!"

"Yes! Let's go now!"

After saying that, the two old men, who had just been beaten until they were grimacing and looked like they were about to fall apart, instantly became fully recovered.

That fierce determination and decisiveness that came from crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was fully displayed at this moment.

Like two rabbits whose tails had been stepped on, or sharks that had smelled blood, the two of them sprinted toward the tarmac with all their might, limping but with an unusual determination.

A crazy "pilgrimage to Kunlun" that swept through the highest-ranking military officers of the entire Dragon Kingdom began in such a ridiculous way.