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

The famous private club "Cloud Top" in Southwest China is brightly lit at this time.

As the clan's largest den of iniquity in the southwest region, security here is extremely stringent.

Of course, it sounds strict, but to get in, you only need to see two things.

Identity and money.

Right now, inside the dormitory of the Mulan team.

Chen Zheng stood in front of the mirror, expressionless, as An Ran and Song Jia fussed over him.

He took off his unchanging camouflage training uniform and put on a tight-fitting suit.

Although time was tight and there wasn't time to make a custom-made one, they still specially asked An Jianjun for a set of high-quality materials.

Her usually messy short hair was now styled with hair gel and combed into a slicked-back look.

Then put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

This guy looks like a top-tier pretty boy who makes a living off his looks.

"Tsk tsk tsk, with that physique of an instructor, it's a real shame he's not a star."

Ram sat cross-legged on the bed, munching on potato chips, and glancing at Chen Zheng intently.

Jiang Nan, meanwhile, was fiddling with a miniature bomb shaped like a lipstick, and said without looking up, "Indeed, if this were out there, I wonder how many rich women would be willing to spend a fortune on it."

Chen Zheng looked in the mirror, tugged at his tight collar, and felt somewhat speechless.

This suit is a bit too tight because the size isn't quite right.

He would never have worn something like this if it weren't for the mission.

On the other side, in a corner of the room, Yao Yao had also changed her clothes.

She also took off the altered camouflage uniform and put on a gorgeous gothic Lolita dress.

The black lace skirt was layered, with white stockings and a pair of black leather shoes underneath.

Her baby face, which always had a sweet smile, was covered in heavy makeup, and there were even teardrop-shaped sequins stuck to the corners of her eyes.

She embodies the style of a chaebol heiress.

When the two of them stand together, they just click instantly.

One is a kept young man, and the other is a capricious rich heiress.

They seem to be involved in very serious activities behind the scenes.

An Ran watched all this, and even though she was a little jealous, she could only sigh helplessly.

A new generation replaces the old; the last time I was on a mission, I was the one pretending to be the instructor's lover...

Chen Zheng looked at Yao Yao's outfit and nodded in satisfaction.

Now we'll see how well they perform.

"Let's go."

He straightened his cuffs, put one hand in his pocket, and strode out.

Yao Yao followed behind, her little leather shoes clicking along.

……

Half an hour later.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom quietly pulled up in front of the Cloud Club.

The car door opened, and Chen Zheng got out first.

He gentlemanly walked around to the other side, opened the car door, and extended his hand to Yao Yao inside the car.

Yao Yao lifted her skirt slightly and placed her little hand in Chen Zheng's palm.

The two walked side by side toward the golden door.

At the entrance, two rows of security guards in black suits and sunglasses immediately fixed their gazes on them.

One of the men, who looked like the leader, stepped forward and stretched out his arm to block the way.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, please show your membership cards."

Now for the main event.

Chen Zheng's expression remained unchanged, but the large hand around Yao Yao's waist tightened suddenly.

He lowered his head, brought his mouth close to Yao Yao's ear, and whispered, "Baby, look, they won't let us in."

Yao Yao froze as the warm breath blew against her ear.

Her ears went numb instantly, and her whole body trembled.

That voice is damn good.

Seeing that the little girl in his arms was completely unable to keep up with the scene, Chen Zheng's lips twitched, and he spoke again.

"Baby, is it because I didn't dress well enough today, and I embarrassed you in front of your friends?"

"If you're unhappy, I'll just die right now!"

Hearing these lines, Yao Yao finally cleared her head a little.

It's acting! This is all acting!

To avoid giving herself away, she suppressed the urge to kill Chen Zheng, blushed, puffed out her cheeks, and reached out her small hand to pinch the soft flesh on Chen Zheng's waist hard.

"Hmph! It's all your fault!"

Yao Yao stomped her foot and scolded in a spoiled tone, "You dawdled like that! Now look what happened, we were stopped outside, so embarrassing!"

The pinch was quite sharp, but to Chen Zheng, it was no different than a tickle.

To others, this plot development seemed even more reasonable.

It's just a rich young lady having a public argument with her gigolo.

The security guards, who had been wearing cold expressions, relaxed considerably.

After all, they've seen plenty of rich and powerful young ladies with eccentric tempers who come here.

To put it bluntly, things like this wouldn't even get their attention.

Chen Zheng immediately put on a show of being a simp, took out a black metal card from his suit pocket, and handed it to the security captain.

"My baby has a bad temper, please excuse me."

The security captain took the card and swiped it on the machine next to him.

drop.

The fake background information that the military had prepared for him immediately popped up on the screen.

Name: Chen Beixuan

[Identity: A newly returned overseas elite, the personal assistant and boyfriend of Yao Yao, the only daughter of the president of Yaoguang Group]

[Assets: A penthouse duplex in Tomson Riviera in the city center, three limited edition supercars, and an eight-figure bearer deposit in a Swiss bank]

After reviewing the information, the security captain's attitude immediately changed.

He quickly bent down and returned the card with both hands.

"So you are Mr. Chen and the young lady of Yaoguang Group. My apologies for not recognizing you!"

"Please come in, the VIP elevator is ready for you."

As he spoke, he led the way, taking the two of them to the private elevator at the very back of the club.

Yao Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors slowly closed.

She leaned against the elevator wall, cupping her already flushed cheeks in her hands.

Luckily, I wore heavy makeup, otherwise it would definitely have been noticed.

Those last few minutes were more tiring than fighting a dozen experts from various clans.

Chen Zheng reverted to his lazy demeanor, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and casually wiped them clean.

He looked at the blushing, heart-pounding girl beside him and a wicked smile crept across his face.

"What, you can't even stand it already?"

"No...no, how could I not take it!" Yao Yao quickly stood up straight, puffing out her non-existent chest, and said, "But you, Instructor, are you ready? I really am going to treat you like a gigolo!"

Before Chen Zheng could respond, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Unlike the lavish lobby downstairs, where the word "rich" is practically etched into the ceiling, the lights here flicker on and off.

The air was filled with the sound of classical music. In the shadows of the corners, men and women wearing masks were talking quietly while holding wine glasses, occasionally exchanging knowing smiles.

This is the core area of ​​the Cloud Club.

A VIP den of extravagance open only to the powerful and wealthy in the southwest region.

After all, if you really want to do things legally and compliantly, you can't afford to support such a large family.