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

Seemingly sensing someone's presence, the figure stopped chewing and slowly turned its head.

Song Jia felt like the sky had fallen.

The lighting was dim, and with her hair down, she couldn't see the other person's features clearly; all she could see were their greedy and lewd eyes.

"hey-hey……"

He grinned, "Daughter..."

"Dad found you!"

Song Jia almost couldn't stand up.

The figure before me perfectly overlaps with the figure in the alleyway more than a decade ago.

She grew up and became a special forces soldier.

But as soon as that voice rang out, she turned back into that eight-year-old girl.

Weak and helpless.

"No...no..."

Song Jia stepped back, only to bump into the iron gate that An Ran had already closed.

There was no way to retreat.

But the homeless man didn't stop; dragging his festering leg, he approached step by step.

With each step he took, the tattered trouser leg swayed.

Countless white, rice-grain-like things were wriggling inside the hole in the trouser leg.

As his leg muscles twitched, the white spots surged and emerged from the rotting flesh, only to retreat back inside.

"Look."

The homeless man pointed to his leg and said excitedly, "The rice is cooked."

vomit!

Song Jia could no longer hold back; her stomach cramped, and she choked on the acid.

"Don't come any closer! Please don't come any closer!!"

She screamed and slid down the door panel, curling into a ball.

But the other person was still getting closer.

"My good daughter."

The homeless man stretched out his hand, bent down, and brought it close to Song Jia's eyes.

"Help Dad."

"Help Dad take the rice out."

"Let's cook some rice..."

"ah!!!!"

Song Jia closed her eyes in despair and let out a piercing scream.

This is the despair a creature feels when facing its natural enemy.

Just as she was about to collapse and faint.

Glug glug~

A soft rolling sound rang out.

Song Jia subconsciously opened her eyes and saw a brown glass bottle roll over from somewhere and stop next to her.

Since it was her own stuff, she didn't need to examine it closely to tell that it was dilute sulfuric acid that she had prepared herself.

This is her stuff.

It was a potion she concocted herself to clean it.

Song Jia was stunned.

The homeless man's hand was still approaching.

"Dinner's ready, daughter..."

That nauseating voice rang out again.

As it turns out, any fear stems from insufficient firepower.

As a child, Song Jia was powerless, but in that instant, the fear in her eyes slowly subsided.

When the thought of killing arises in a moment, one suddenly feels the vastness of the world.

Damn it, I'm going to blow you up!

"Eat your mother!"

Song Jia let out a roar.

She grabbed the glass bottle from the ground, used all her strength, pushed the stopper off with her thumb, and splashed the liquid inside onto the dirty face so close to hers!

wow~

The clear liquid instantly poured onto the homeless man's face, neck, and the coat crawling with insects.

yah~

A puff of white smoke was followed by the sound of roasting meat.

"Ugh!"

The homeless man, who had just looked like a demon, let out a piercing scream.

He covered his face, staggered back a few steps, then fell heavily to the ground, rolling around, convulsing, and howling, before snapping to death.

Song Jia remained in the position of splashing things, panting heavily.

She stared intently at the distorted human figure on the ground and the insects that were driving her mad, gradually losing all signs of life.

Won?

I...killed him?

The huge rock that had been pressing down on us for over a decade seemed to have been moved.

What followed was an intense feeling of exhaustion, and a trace of panic.

"I...killed someone?"

Song Jia's hand trembled, and the glass bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

She was truly panicked. Normally, she would have known that it was just a bottle of diluted sulfuric acid; it wouldn't be difficult to injure someone, but killing someone would be highly improbable.

Just as her mind was gradually clearing, a shadow pressed against her back.

Anran has always been hiding in the shadows.

She delivered a karate chop.

boom.

Song Jia rolled her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell into An Ran's arms.

"Phew~"

An Ran let out a long breath, hugged Song Jia tightly, and looked at Chen Zheng on the ground.

"Instructor! Are you alright?"

Meng Yi, along with Lamu and Guo Huaiying who dared not show their faces, all rushed out and turned on the lights at the same time.

The gloomy warehouse suddenly returned to normal.

on the ground.

The homeless man, who was still lying on the ground, almost dead, suddenly sprang up and sat up.

"hiss……"

Chen Zheng gasped for breath and wiped his face with his hand.

The area where he was splashed was a large red patch and was burning with pain.

Although it's diluted, it's still sulfuric acid.

It's only because his numbers are exaggerated that he's become so popular.

For an ordinary person, half of that face would be familiar.

"That girl, she's really ruthless."

Chen Zheng grinned, ripped off his wig, and threw it aside.

He looked down at the smoking costume again. The insects were harmless since they were made of silicone, but the costume was definitely unusable.

Unfortunately, I was thinking that if Song Jia misbehaved in the future, I would bring it out again to scare her.

"Instructor, your face!"

Ram rushed over and saw Chen Zheng's bright red face, which made her turn pale with fright.

"It's okay, just consider it an exfoliation."

Chen Zheng waved his hand and took the wet towel that Guo Huaiying handed him to wipe his face.

He walked over to An Ran and looked down at the unconscious Song Jia.

Song Jia's face was still pale, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes.

But her tightly furrowed brows had relaxed.

"Alright."

Chen Zheng took the thermos, unscrewed it, and took a sip. "Take it back with her and let her get a good night's sleep."

"When she wakes up tomorrow morning, she will be a completely new Song Jia."

An Ran looked at the person in her arms, then at Chen Zheng's disheveled appearance, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but in the end she simply nodded emphatically.

"yes!"

As An Ran and the others carried Song Jia away, the warehouse fell silent once again.

Chen Zheng leaned against the lab table, touched his still slightly hot cheeks, and a smile spread across his face.

That beating wasn't for nothing.

Just then.

【Ding! 】

Song Jia's exclusive mission, "The Bad Guy's Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder," is complete.

[Rewards being distributed...]

[Acquired: Grandmaster-level Pharmacology Knowledge Base!]

boom.

The familiar deluge of information flooded Chen Zheng's mind once again.

The medicinal properties of various herbs, deadly poisons, and miraculous pharmacological effects that can almost revive the dead and heal bones...

Countless recipes were being combined in his mind.

Chen Zheng closed his eyes, digesting this power.

Having received numerous knowledge empowerments, he has accumulated rich experience in receiving them.

An hour later, Chen Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.

With this thing, we can not only kill without shedding blood.

If I were to combine that with my massage skills, wouldn't I be able to raise the physique of those female soldiers even higher?

"Hehehehehe..."