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

The safe room at the deepest part of the clubhouse was filled with the aroma of tea.

The eldest elder of the clan sat in a grand chair, holding a covered bowl, skimming off the tea foam, and closed his eyes to take a small sip of Da Hong Pao tea.

He narrowed his cloudy eyes, a satisfied look appearing on his face.

Several martial arts masters dressed in traditional Chinese robes stood on either side of him.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that even the sound of heartbeats seemed unusually loud.

After finishing his tea, the elder put the teacup back on the table.

The old man came here personally to oversee things, just to ensure that the family's long-term plan would not go wrong.

More importantly, he wanted to bring his beloved granddaughter, who was lost and had exceptional talent, back to the clan to be recognized as a member of the family.

If the granddaughter returns, with her talent, she might actually be able to complete the family's unique skills.

Once the incomplete movement technique is completed, the Zong family will become the absolute leader in the ancient martial arts world of China.

All those other companies, except for those few old monsters in the capital, are just mediocre bunches.

Thinking of this, the First Elder smiled slightly, already imagining the grand scene of the family's victory celebration banquet.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

Wang Batian scrambled in.

This guy has completely lost the prestige of being the security supervisor of the Cloud Club. He was covered in dust and fell several times when he ran over because his legs were weak, resulting in several cuts and bruises.

Upon seeing the Grand Elder, his knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the floor, sliding two meters with the momentum before crashing headfirst into the footrest of the armchair.

The elder frowned and slammed the teacup he had just picked up onto the table, clearly displeased with his loss of composure.

The ancient martial arts masters on both sides opened their eyes simultaneously, and their killing intent immediately locked onto Wang Batian.

The latter was trembling uncontrollably, clutching the elder's trouser leg tightly with both hands, and began to cry out.

While crying, she used both hands and feet to describe how Chen Zheng tore apart the blast door with his bare hands and how he slapped a 300-pound strong man flying.

Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder fell into deep thought.

Did one person break through the club's security defenses?

You're talking complete bullshit.

Even a master of internal energy would be riddled with bullets if fired at by dozens of specially made rifles.

How strong can a young man in his early twenties be?

This good-for-nothing must have been too scared to even fight back and ran away.

Thinking this, the elder snorted coldly and prepared to start criticizing.

However, in order to cover up his own incompetence, Wang Batian quickly recounted his failed plan.

He explained in detail how he locked Chen Zheng and the young girl he brought in the interrogation room and then put the purest hallucinogenic gas in there.

Wang Batian became more and more excited as he spoke, and even started gesturing wildly.

If the Grand Elder can handle Chen Zheng, then the plan can continue, and he won't be considered a failure.

An eerie silence suddenly fell over the air.

The elder's right hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air.

As a veteran martial artist, he actually still had some principles.

Specifically, it refers to the unwritten rule of not harming family members or the elderly and young.

But now, faced with Chen Zheng, a major threat whom they cannot kill but cannot do nothing about, it seems that this is the only option.

"well……"

Before the Grand Elder could finish his sigh, a loud crash suddenly came from the gate.

A two-ton pure steel explosion-proof door suddenly developed a large, human-shaped dent in its door panel.

Then, there was another loud bang.

Eight hydraulic latches, each as thick as a human wrist, broke simultaneously, sending sharp metal fragments flying everywhere.

Several ancient martial arts masters' expressions changed drastically, and they all circulated their qi to protect their bodies.

A few seconds later, the entire blast door creaked and detached from the frame, crashing heavily onto the floor of the safe house.

Amidst the billowing dust.

A tall, muscular figure slowly walked in.

Chen Zheng brushed away the dust with one hand, while holding the little figure steadily in his other arm.

The oversized suit jacket completely covered her small body.

A fluffy little head peeked out from the lapel of the suit jacket.

Yao Yao's two little white hands were tightly gripping Chen Zheng's shirt, curiously watching everything in front of her.

The moment the elder saw Yao Yao's face clearly, his eyes widened in surprise.

Familiar eyes and brows.

She is small in stature.

Who else could this be but my own granddaughter?

Wait a minute... little girl?

The First Elder's face darkened as he recalled Wang Batian's long and rambling speech.

The former, however, was completely unaware that something was amiss.

When he saw Chen Zheng walk in, he was so frightened that he scrambled to hide behind two ancient martial arts masters, and then became arrogant again.

"Damn it, so what if you can fight?!"

"Let me tell you, you surnamed Chen, this is the Zong family's territory, and you can't run wild here!"

After saying that, he quickly turned around, gave the Grand Elder a fawning smile, and said, "Boss, now's the time! The drug is taking effect. Please have a few masters subdue this man immediately!"

At this moment, the Grand Elder's mind was still replaying the words Wang Batian had just spoken.

To administer the medicine.

Filming.

They also want to post it on foreign websites to make money.

Thinking this, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, but he swallowed it back down.

An aura of pressure emanated from him, instantly filling the entire safe house.

Wang Batian thought the Grand Elder was about to unleash his power and was about to applaud when he saw the other party suddenly turn around, grab the back of his neck, and lift him up.

His legs were kicking wildly in mid-air, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and his eyes were full of confusion.

The other martial arts masters nearby were also dumbfounded, completely baffled as to why the Grand Elder would suddenly turn on his own people.

The elder's forehead veins bulged as he roared, "Beast!"

"That's my own granddaughter!"

"The eldest daughter of the main family!!"

With that roar, he swung his arm in a wide arc, channeling all his inner strength into his right hand.

A resounding slap landed hard on Wang Batian's face.

The crisp sound of bones breaking instantly echoed throughout the entire venue.

Wang Batian's nearly 200-pound body was sent flying instantly, crashing heavily into the wall.

Before he could even scream, his body slid to the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Several ancient martial arts masters were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground. Looking at Wang Batian, who was lying on the ground seemingly dead, and then at the furious Grand Elder, they finally came to their senses.

So all that talk about his plan was about targeting the Grand Elder's granddaughter?

That's somewhat deserved.

Chen Zheng scratched his head as he watched the sudden dog-eat-dog drama unfold before him.

No, you two shouldn't fight amongst yourselves.

If you're all dead, who am I supposed to fight next?