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

Chen Zheng closed the door of the refrigerated cabinet and casually stuffed a glass tube into his suit's inner pocket.

Before his fingers had even left the fabric, a piercing alarm blared all around.

"They even tampered with the gravity sensor on the refrigerated display case; they're really careful."

Chen Zheng made a sarcastic remark, but remained completely unperturbed.

Suddenly, the previously smooth metal walls around them contracted upwards, and four titanium alloy isolation doors crashed down, cutting off all escape routes for the two.

Dozens of infrared beams instantly locked onto Chen Zheng and Yao Yao's chests.

An ordinary person would have wet their pants in fear at the sight of this.

Chen Zheng sighed helplessly.

I didn't want to kill you, but you insisted on coming along.

A series of rhythmic thuds came from all directions, and fifteen fully armed men in black, carrying rifles, pressed forward.

These guys were clearly not street thugs who guarded the place; their tactical vests were covered with stun grenades and tactical knives, and they didn't make any unnecessary movements.

A round of applause came from behind the thugs.

The thugs tacitly parted to make way for each other.

A thin, middle-aged man in a suit with slicked-back hair slowly walked out.

This man was Wang Batian, the security supervisor of the Cloud Club, who was usually responsible for handling the dirty and tiring work that the Zong family did in the shadows.

Wang Batian stared at the two people who were completely targeted by the infrared beam and let out a wild laugh.

"Chen Beixuan, right? The newly rich returned overseas businessman? The major owner of Tomson Riviera?"

"Why don't you take a good look at yourself? This is the ancestral home's territory, not a place for a country bumpkin like you to just wander in! And you even brought along some underage girl you probably found out from somewhere?"

"I knew you'd come! I let you in so I could trap you like turtles in a jar!"

"You really think you can do whatever you want just because you've taken care of those useless security guards at the gate? Times have changed. No matter how powerful ancient martial arts are, can they be faster than my American-style Iaijutsu?"

Wang Batian became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see Chen Zheng being riddled with bullets.

He had already begun to fantasize about the glorious future of being promoted to a family disciple by the main family after making great contributions.

Chen Zheng frowned in disgust, not even having the desire to refute.

Yao Yao stood beside Chen Zheng and rolled her eyes playfully.

Although she was the eldest daughter of the main family, she had rarely seen anyone since childhood.

But this person in front of them is a member of the main family, and they didn't even recognize him, yet they said he was a 'minor they didn't know where they found.' It's a bit too embarrassing.

With that thought in mind, she reached directly into the depths of Lolita's skirt.

Swish.

A specially made triangular military dagger appeared in her fair and delicate hand.

Her skirt swayed slightly with her movements, and reflected in the cold glint of the military dagger was a section of fair and firm "absolute territory."

The elite thugs on the other side, each holding a gun, twitched at the corner of their mouths.

A Lolita girl, barely over 1.5 meters tall, pulled out a bloodletting weapon from under her skirt, and her movements were quite professional.

I've been transported to another world?

Just as Yao Yao lowered her center of gravity, preparing to unleash her fury, a large hand descended from above and pressed down on the small head with pigtails.

Yao Yao's charge came to an abrupt halt. She turned her head, her face full of confusion, and followed her arm to meet Chen Zheng's calm, unwavering eyes.

Chen Zheng slightly raised his chin towards the slick-haired man.

Yao Yao instantly understood; the instructor sensed there was a bigger fish behind them and was preparing to use a sting operation.

Her eyes darted around, and she immediately suppressed her murderous aura, flipping her wrist to tuck the triangular military dagger back under her skirt.

She immediately hugged Chen Zheng's arm tightly with both hands, her big, watery eyes quickly filled with tears, and she buried her face in Chen Zheng's suit sleeve.

Chen Zheng coughed lightly and, quite cooperatively, raised his hands, feigning a terrified expression as if he were afraid to act rashly.

"Brothers, don't be impulsive, be careful not to accidentally discharge the weapon. I surrender."

Wang Batian was stunned for a moment when he saw the two people opposite him suddenly admitting defeat. Then he burst into unrestrained laughter.

So you're backing down already?

That little girl who pulled out a knife earlier was just bluffing.

Sure enough, under such absolute firepower suppression, all that nonsense was just a paper tiger that could be easily punctured.

Wang Batian spat disdainfully and waved his hand dismissively.

"Take everything off these two, not even a toothpick, and take them straight to interrogation room number zero!"

Two burly thugs immediately put away their guns, stepped forward, pulled out tactical cable ties, and approached Chen Zheng.

One of them roughly grabbed Chen Zheng's arm, tightened the cable tie, and began to search him thoroughly.

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes, letting those rough hands grope his suit.

"Dude, that's so rough. Are you fucking gay?"

The thug was so angry that his face turned ashen, and he suddenly increased the force in his hand, trying to teach this guy who dared to talk back even when he was about to die a lesson.

That's just asking for trouble! I'm going to break a few of his ribs today!

The moment his fingers touched Chen Zheng's pectoral muscles, it felt like he had hit a steel plate; the enormous reaction force made his finger bones ache.

The thug gasped sharply, a look of horror flashing in his eyes, and he couldn't help but take a half step back.

Is this human muscle density?

Are they really not wearing armor under their clothes?

Chen Zheng looked at the thug's bewildered expression and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, the thugs who were about to search Yao Yao were stumped and stood there in silence.

Looking at the little girl who was huddled tightly beside Chen Zheng, crying her eyes out.

Looking again at that elaborate Lolita dress, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, unsure of where to begin.

He was just a thug, not a psychopath.

If he were to touch it, he would truly feel like a perverted bully of a child.

Yao Yao raised her tear-streaked face and said timidly, "Uncle, I really don't have any weapons on me, please don't touch me, okay?"

The thug felt a shiver run down his spine at the call of "Uncle," and he almost dropped the tactical cable ties in his hand.

Then his face flushed red, and he turned to look at Wang Batian.

Seeing this, Wang Batian simply waved his hand impatiently.

Although frustrated that their henchman was so useless, they also felt that a little girl couldn't cause any trouble and it was a complete waste of time.

"Just tie their hands haphazardly, stop dawdling. The boss's still waiting upstairs. If you delay things, ten of you won't be enough to chop off your heads!"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes.

There are indeed experts out there.

Two thugs, each holding Chen Zheng by the shoulder, pushed and shoved the two men towards a hidden door deep inside the control room, under the close watch of more than a dozen rifles.