I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Inside the banquet hall of Wangyou Valley Resort.

Crystal chandeliers illuminated the champagne tower, and waiters in tuxedos carried silver platters through the crowd.

At first glance, this appears to be a top-tier high-society dinner.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that the atmosphere here has a strange and eerie feel.

The guests were dressed in fine clothes, but their faces showed no politeness or pretense; instead, their eyes gleamed with a morbid excitement.

"To be able to gather hundreds of millionaires for a single banquet, that's quite a grand affair..."

In a corner of the banquet hall, Meng Yi held a glass of sparkling water, leaned against a Roman column, and coldly swept her gaze across the entire room.

"Although they are just a flock of fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered."

An Ran's voice came through the earpiece: "Don't stare at anyone, stay hidden, confirm the evacuation route to Area A, and make sure no one escapes."

"Area A is safe. The locks on the fire exit doors have been broken," Ram replied in a low voice, turning and disappearing into the shadows of the crowd.

At the buffet table, Guo Huaiying was staring at an Australian lobster on the plate in front of her, and a huge smile was streaming down her face.

"Wow... these shrimp are huge! They'd be so delicious braised..."

She swallowed hard, her hand instinctively reaching for the lobster claw.

However, before she could even touch the edge of the plate...

Snapped.

A pair of high heels stepped on her feet.

"Aww!"

Guo Huaiying almost screamed, but fearing being discovered, she forced the scream back down her throat.

An Ran, holding Chen Zheng's arm, stood beside her, still wearing an elegant and proper smile, and said in a low voice, "Guo Huaiying, if you're not reliable when it comes to doing serious business, you won't be able to eat dinner for a week when you get back."

"This is a den of demons, not the team's canteen!"

Guo Huaiying withdrew her hand, looking aggrieved: "Captain, I was just looking... These people are eating too well, even more extravagant than our victory celebration banquet."

Chen Zheng stood between the two men, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a wine glass. He ignored them and focused his gaze directly on the stage.

"Stop talking nonsense and get your spirits up, the main character is about to make his appearance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall lights around the banquet hall suddenly went out, leaving only a few floor lamps on.

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

Everyone stopped talking, turned around in unison to face the stage, and looked on with anticipation.

A spotlight suddenly shone on the center of the stage.

The curtain was then slowly drawn back.

A man dressed in a pure white robe walked out barefoot.

He had long, slightly wavy hair, a meticulously trimmed beard, a thin face, deep-set features, and a compassionate smile on his lips.

There was no opening speech; he simply stood quietly in the light, his arms slightly outstretched.

It must be said that the sense of sacredness is indeed handled very well.

"Is this the charlatan?" An Ran whispered in Chen Zheng's ear. "He looks quite respectable."

"Good looks, no wonder he can fool so many rich women." Chen Zheng scoffed.

The mentor on stage finally spoke.

"Welcome home, lost children."

The sound was amplified throughout the venue via the speakers.

"I can see your suffering."

The cult leader paced slowly on the stage, his gaze gently sweeping over the audience.

"You possess wealth, status, and everything that the world values."

"But are you happy?"

This question instantly brought tears to the eyes of many people in the audience.

"You fight your way through the concrete jungle, sacrificing your health, your time, and even your souls for a tiny bit of growth in numbers."

The cult leader's voice suddenly rose, filled with anguish and grief.

"What's even more frightening is that people nowadays are addicted to that fake virtual world!"

"Cellphones, the internet, social media... that's a web woven by the devil!"

"They drained your life force, leaving you cold, selfish, and lonely!"

"You seek solace online, but feel even more empty in reality!"

"That's poison! A deadly poison that destroys the human spirit!"

Some people in the crowd below the stage had already begun to sob quietly.

Some people even couldn't help but kneel down, cover their faces with their hands, and weep bitterly.

"Come, let go of your greed and sever those illusory connections."

The cult leader opened his arms again, and a bizarre and dazzling light appeared on the projection screen behind him.

"Give up all worldly possessions to Unity, and let us take you to the other side of your soul."

"There is no pain, no loneliness, only eternal peace and love."

"Waaaah... Cult Leader! I'm guilty!"

A lady in a designer dress suddenly rushed out of the crowd, knelt down at the edge of the stage, and began frantically kowtowing.

"I'm willing to give! I'm willing to donate all my money! Please save me!"

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

The scene instantly spiraled out of control, with groups of well-dressed people rushing toward the stage like madmen, their cries and confessions filling the air.

Just like in elementary school, some schools would collaborate with booksellers, having them give speeches and then recommend their own books when they got emotional.

Although it may sound indifferent when you're calm, once you're caught up in this atmosphere, it's hard to escape.

Chen Zheng mingled at the back of the crowd, never actually drinking the wine in his hand.

He looked at the charlatan on the stage, enjoying the worship of the crowd, and sneered.

"To call the internet poison while using it to spread one's own faith—that's truly an ugly thing to do."

"Everyone, report the situation."

"I'm in position. I'm by the gate and can lock it at any time."

"Lamu, take your position. I'm next to Sister Anran; we'll seal the gate together."

"Meng Yi, take your position. I'm near the back door and can stop anyone trying to escape through it at any time."

"Song Jia is in position. I have already added a little neurotoxin to the drink as planned. It won't kill anyone, but it will be enough to paralyze their hands and feet."

"Guo Huaiying is in position. I'm at the dining table, ready to flip the table and start a war at any time."

"Yaoyao and Li Yue, get in position. We two... are ready to go at any time."

"Shen Doudou, take your position. I've set up my sniper position and am ready to provide remote support at any time."

"Me too, me too. Jiang Nan is also in position. With the help of the band, I've already set up the explosives. They shouldn't hurt any passersby. We're just waiting to go on stage."

"The keyboard is in place, the external alarm line has been cut off, the lights can be taken over at any time, and I also brought a signal jammer, which can be used at any time."

The girls' calm voices came through the headphones.

A slight smile appeared on Chen Zheng's lips.

He tilted his head back and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp, then casually placed the empty glass on a passing waiter's tray.

"very good."

"Get everything ready. Once this mentor finishes speaking, call Jiang Nan up to perform."

"When the song ends, it will be their death day."