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

Chen Zheng paused, leaned forward, and continued speaking slowly.

"Don't think you can take even a single person away from me, no matter how old you are. Even if the Heavenly King himself were standing here today."

A murderous aura enveloped the entire room.

The two bodyguards felt their legs go weak at the sight of that murderous aura.

Zongzheng's pupils also contracted, and he was startled.

Just how many people has this kid killed to have such a strong killing intent!

But he was, after all, a man of profound martial arts background. After calming himself down, he suddenly stood up and glared at Chen Zheng.

"How dare you! You ignorant brat, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into!"

"Zong Yao is the hope for the revival of our clan. She carries the purest blood of the clan and must accept the family's inheritance."

"This is her destiny, and also her inescapable family obligation!"

"What right do you, a mere instructor from a small squad in a local military region, have to stop me?"

Chen Zheng curled his lip and said, "Stop using those feudal dregs to disgust people."

"Once you join the army and put on this uniform, you are first and foremost a soldier, and only secondly a member of the main family."

"Military law is greater than family rules!"

"Besides, when you came to demand her back, did you even ask for her consent?"

"Forcing an adult to go with you is called kidnapping."

"Just say you want to go to jail, and I'll have the security department arrange a single cell for you right away."

These words left Zongzheng speechless, his old face turning a deep purplish-red.

Since reasoning with him won't work, then don't blame him for bullying the weak.

He put away the family tree, straightened his back, and exuded a powerful aura.

"Fine, very well!" Zong Zheng stared at Chen Zheng and said through gritted teeth, "Since Instructor Chen is disregarding the rules and insists on obstructing the Zong family from doing business, then we will resolve this according to the rules of the martial arts world."

"At this time tomorrow, right here on your military region's training ground, we'll have a competition in front of all the soldiers."

"If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll leave with my men without a second thought and never come to the Southwest again."

At this point, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zongzheng's eyes.

"But if you can't accept it, not only will you have to kneel down and kowtow to me in public to apologize, but I'll also have to take Zong Yao with me! Do you dare to accept it?"

These words were spoken with great force and were full of confidence.

Chen Zheng simply shook his head: "Don't mention tomorrow, now is fine too."

Zongzheng was so angry he laughed, snorted coldly, and flicked his sleeve.

"Let's go! Tomorrow, this arrogant brat will pay the price!"

boom.

The poor door was slammed shut again.

An Jianjun sat behind his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose, and remained silent for a long time.

That old man in a Tang suit who called himself the Imperial Clan Secretary certainly had the right to be arrogant.

An Jianjun had only ever felt that kind of imposing aura from his own father, An Yuanchao.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the entire Southwest Military Region, if it were a one-on-one hand-to-hand combat, it's not necessarily possible to find someone who could easily defeat this old man.

Thinking of this, An Jianjun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Pity.

Of all people to ask, this family elder just happened to pick the most capable fighter in the entire military region.

They even shamelessly made a bet that if someone couldn't withstand three moves, they would have to kowtow and apologize.

He looked up at Chen Zheng, who was still standing in the center of the room, and casually pointed to the leather sofa opposite him.

"Alright, they're all gone now. Sit down and let's talk."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly in the original position of the Imperial Clan Head.

An Jianjun poured tea, his expression becoming more composed.

After all, the other party is an ancient martial arts family with a history of hundreds of years. Who knows what kind of underhanded tricks that old monster is hiding?

"Young Chen, how confident are you about your chances in tomorrow's match at the training ground?"

"Since the clan leader dared to directly present the family tree and approval documents, and even dared to gamble with the clan's century-old reputation, he must have some skills."

"With so many eyes watching you from across the military region tomorrow, you'd better not slip up unexpectedly."

When asked by the brigade commander, Chen Zheng simply shook his head dismissively.

"If you can't kill someone in three punches, you've got a bad deal."

Cough!

An Jianjun was so startled that he coughed a few times, spilling the tea from his hand onto the tea tray.

Good guy!

I'm here worrying about Chen Zheng!

He's the third elder of the main sect, after all. Doesn't he have any dignity?

An Jianjun grabbed a few tissues and haphazardly wiped the tea on the table, rolling his eyes in annoyance, but he was finally relieved.

This kid has never been one to boast.

If three punches are enough to kill, then there won't be a fourth.

Chen Zheng ignored the brigade commander's complicated gaze.

His gaze swept across the desk.

The drawer was partially open, revealing a corner of a red-and-gold-edged packaging box.

Those are red pandas specially supplied by the military region.

Chen Zheng suddenly exerted force with his waist, his body leaned forward sharply, and his long arm stretched out.

Whoosh.

The half-pack of special-supply cigarettes, still unopened, had a new owner.

"Robbery, you little bastard!" An Jianjun shouted in anguish. "I only had this much stock, and you've squandered it all!"

"Oh dear, as a brigade commander, don't be so stingy."

Chen Zheng crossed his legs with a straight face. "I was living a perfectly good life, and then some old man inexplicably pointed his finger at me and started yelling at me. Don't you think I'm wronged?"

"Besides, I have to clean up this mess for the military region tomorrow. If I don't collect some appearance fee in advance, I'll be letting down all my muscles."

Before An Jianjun could even retort, Chen Zheng immediately made his next request.

"By the way, starting next month, the food allowance and nutrition subsidy for the Mulan team will be doubled."

"Why should I?!"

An Jianjun's eyes widened. "Your precious female soldiers fight over meat in the mess hall every day, consuming even more calories than the Tiger Company! The logistics director comes to me every day complaining about being broke, and you want to double that? You really think the military region is your ATM!"

At this point, Chen Zheng couldn't help but give a wry smile.

"Brigade Commander, when you have time, go to the training ground and see the miserable state of those girls in the team."

"Let's not even mention Shen Doudou, she's just a tablet computer that's come to life."

"Yaoyao is only 1.5 meters tall, and there's not an ounce of flesh on her body."

"Our Mulan's training intensity is frighteningly high. If we don't allocate some special funds to provide her with some high-protein supplements to promote her secondary development, she'll be able to grow up a bit more."

"If we take them out for joint exercises later, other military regions will think that our Southwest Military Region is mistreating prisoners of war."

"Of the ten people in the entire special operations team, Jiang Nan is barely one of the few who has a C-cup."

"Your female special forces soldiers have all become flat-chested. You can afford to lose face, but I can't."

Upon hearing this, An Jianjun also fell into deep thought.

It seems that apart from Jiang Nan, An Ran, and Song Jia, the rest are indeed increasingly weak.

"Fine, fine, I give up! I must have owed you something in my past life!"

He waved his hand dismissively, giving up the struggle and considering it a way to avoid further trouble.

Just as the two completed the deal.

The office door was suddenly pushed open a crack.

A small head with pigtails peeked out.