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

Wearing the altered camouflage training uniform, Yao Yao took small, quick steps and slowly moved to the desk, her toes pacing nervously in circles on the floor.

The bright, sweet smile that was always on her lips vanished completely, replaced by a wronged look on her face, as if she wanted to say something but dared not.

Even her two usually energetic ponytails were now limp and hanging down on either side of her shoulders.

Looking at the girl's pitiful expression, An Jianjun felt a pang of sadness.

The anger I felt earlier from being extorted for special cigarette supplies vanished instantly.

He sighed deeply, his eyes filled with heartache.

That little girl must have been hiding by the door and heard all the noise inside.

The harsh words spoken by the old man in the Tang suit who claimed to be the Third Elder of the Inner Sect must have terrified the child.

After all, growing up in a strict ancient martial arts family, facing those powerful family elders who held the power of life and death, must have left him with a deep-seated fear.

Chen Zheng sat in the chair, his eyebrows raised slightly.

This little girl, when she was disgusted by someone cutting someone's Achilles tendon with a triangular bayonet, didn't even blink an eye.

I was actually scared like this by a decrepit old man who's about to die.

It seems that the so-called main family did indeed torment her with those feudal rules when she was still young.

He casually placed the thermos on the coffee table, then got up and walked over to Yao Yao, preparing to show his rare kindness as an instructor.

He reached out his big hand, wanting to touch that fluffy little head, and then casually drew a few lines about serious illnesses like "If the sky falls, the instructor will hold it up for you."

But just as her hand was still suspended in mid-air, Yao Yao suddenly looked up, her big, watery eyes filled with pleading.

"Instructor, tomorrow during the competition..."

"Instructor, could you please tone down your strength a little? Don't kill Third Grandpa!"

"Although my third grandfather does have a terrible temper, he still sent so many strange uncles to try and forcibly take me home..."

"But when I was little, my third grandfather would secretly buy me candied hawthorns behind my family's back..."

"For the sake of those two candied hawthorns, how about sparing Third Grandpa's life tomorrow?"

puff!

An Jianjun sprayed the mouthful of tea he had just put into his mouth all over the table.

What kind of bullshit are you spouting!

Oh, so I was just feeling sorry for you, afraid you were scared out of your wits by the Zong family's reputation.

Turns out, you weren't worried at all about your instructor getting hurt in the ring.

Rather, he was afraid that during tomorrow's martial arts competition, Chen Zheng might lose control and smash that elder to pieces!

An Jianjun grabbed a few tissues and wiped the tea off his face, his eyes constantly scanning Yao Yao and Chen Zheng.

Expecting Mulan to be normal is clearly too much of a luxury.

Chen Zheng's large hand, which was suspended in mid-air, froze completely.

What kind of dangerous things are going on in this kid's head?!

Although that old man was arrogant and conceited, he was indeed quite deserving of a beating.

But Chen Zheng was, after all, an active-duty military officer with a rank, and a lieutenant colonel at that.

How could someone possibly punch an ancient martial arts elder to pieces in front of everyone?

No matter what, smashing it to pieces is still a bit too bloody.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, just about to withdraw his hand and teach this girl a lesson about discipline.

Deep within my mind, the system appeared unexpectedly.

【Ding! 】

[Triggering Yao Yao's exclusive quest: Annihilate the main clan.]

[Quest Reward: Ancient Martial Arts Technique, the Flawless Complete Version of "Butterfly Dream Step"]

A sharp glint suddenly flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes.

This is absolutely top-quality stuff.

I recalled the scene when I carefully observed Yao Yao using this footwork on the sidelines of the training field.

While the extreme dodging and changing of direction were amazing, the underlying flaws were fatal; it was entirely due to overdrawing the little girl's physical potential to keep going.

Even though Chen Zheng designed a rigorous core strength training program afterward, it could only be considered a temporary solution.

If we could get the complete version with core power generation techniques and exclusive breathing methods...

Once the last weakness is addressed, this little girl will definitely become an ultimate assassin who appears and disappears without a trace on the battlefield!

It's like someone brings you a pillow when you're hungry, and someone cooks for you when you're sleepy.

Chen Zheng quickly composed himself, a mischievous smile creeping onto his lips.

The large hand that had been frozen in mid-air fell down without hesitation, covering Yao Yao's head and starting to rub it frantically.

"Alright, for the sake of those two candied hawthorns, the instructor promises not to smash that old guy's head tomorrow."

"At most, they'll break a few ribs, leaving that old guy barely alive."

Upon hearing this promise, Yao Yao's previously worried eyes immediately lit up.

"Thank you, instructor! Instructor is the best in the world!"

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes: "Stop flattering me, hurry back to the training ground and work on your core strength."

"Okay~"

Yao Yao readily agreed, turned around, and quickly ran out of the office with small, quick steps.

The office fell silent again.

An Jianjun shook his head with a wry smile: "What kind of clowns have you brought along? The office of the brigade commander of the Southwest Military Region is turning into your Mulan's private backyard."

As soon as he finished speaking, the laziness on Chen Zheng's face vanished instantly.

An Jianjun keenly sensed this change in the atmosphere, immediately sat up straight, and his expression became serious.

"That old guy not only insulted the military to their faces, but also tried to forcibly break discipline and take away the special forces members."

Chen Zheng placed his hands on the table and said in a low voice, "Brigade Commander, please make sure to use more authority to arrange the competition venue tomorrow."

"Not only should the scale be large, but all the companies in the entire military region that are not currently on duty should be brought to the scene to watch the battle."

"The more sensational the commotion, the better."

An Jianjun frowned, his tone hesitant.

"Making such a big fuss? What if that old man really has some hidden trump card..."

Chen Zheng merely sneered and said:

"Since those ancient martial arts families value their reputation more than their lives."

"Then I'll smear their pride in front of everyone."

"Simply killing someone in the ring is meaningless; killing someone's spirit is the ultimate kill."

"You just need to focus on making a big scene, and I'll handle the rest."

"Tomorrow on the stage, we will not only beat that old guy to his knees and beg for mercy with our fists and feet, but we will also clearly tell those so-called ancient martial arts families."

"Things have changed; they can no longer act arrogantly in front of the authorities!"

"I will make these arrogant aristocratic families have to tuck their tails between their legs when they breathe in the southwest."

An Jianjun watched Chen Zheng's murderous back, silently picked up his teacup to moisten his dry throat, and then nodded heavily.

He couldn't guarantee anything else.

But this ruthless and cunning tyrant can be quite ruthless when he gets serious.

That arrogant and ignorant elder of the Zong family probably doesn't even know how he died.