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

The moment those temporary workers saw his eyes, their legs went weak.

One of them threw the bottle on the ground and turned to run away, but was grabbed by the person next to him.

They weren't afraid of Chen Zheng as a person.

What they feared was the aura emanating from this person.

And that military uniform.

Damn it, they didn't tell us before they came that they were going to fight soldiers!

He's someone who looks incredibly awesome!

Just then, Chen Zheng spoke up.

"I'm giving you two choices."

"First, put down what you're holding, squat down, and wait for someone to come and get you."

"Give him whatever sentence he deserves, but at least he can save his life."

"second."

Chen Zheng paused for a moment.

He slowly raised the thermos with his right hand, bent down, and gently placed it on a stone by the roadside.

Everyone saw that the atmosphere around them changed the moment Chen Zheng put down the thermos.

The temperature dropped sharply.

If they weren't mistaken, the gravel beneath Chen Zheng's feet also began to tremble slightly.

Chen Zheng slowly stood up, his hands hanging down at his sides, his ten fingers slowly clenching.

Within his body, the third layer of gravity shackles that had been permanently attached to the path to godhood began to dissolve layer by layer.

The third layer, deactivated.

My body suddenly felt light.

The long-sealed power surged back into his limbs and bones.

The thugs, sensing his rising aura, involuntarily took two steps back again.

The second layer, release.

A fine crack appeared on the ground beneath his feet, extending outwards from the soles of his shoes in all directions.

First layer, release.

boom!

A visible shockwave erupted from the center of Chen Zheng's body and spread outwards.

The three thugs standing at the front were pushed back several steps by the shockwave, and one of them even lost his footing and sat down on the ground.

All the power that had been suppressed by the gravity several times stronger than that of the Ascension to Godhood for so long was released at this moment!

In front of nearly a hundred people.

Chen Zheng stood alone.

The ground beneath our feet has cracked with fine lines.

The last rays of the sunset illuminated his calm eyes.

None of the nearly one hundred people opposite dared to move.

Upon seeing this, Dawa Rob's glasses slipped off his nose without him realizing it, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Chen Zheng raised his head, looked at the bloodless mob in front of him, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Choose.

Dawa Rob is still holding on and hasn't collapsed.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't let him scare you!"

"He's all alone! One hundred against one! Charge!"

Nobody moved.

The nearly one hundred thugs looked at each other.

That blast of air was no joke; the three people in the front row were almost knocked over and couldn't even stand up straight.

Especially for a group of superstitious people, the other party was a soldier!

It can be said that neither materialism nor idealism would dare to do such a thing.

Seeing that no one was moving, Rob became even more impatient.

He pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket, waved them twice, and then tossed them into the air.

"Whoever charges forward first, 100,000! 200,000!"

The red 100-yuan bills were whipped up by the night wind on the plateau and fluttered in mid-air.

But the people on the ground not only didn't rush, they retreated even further.

Several hundred-yuan bills floated down to Chen Zheng's feet.

Chen Zheng glanced down at him and pulled him back into his arms.

Just kidding, destroying currency is illegal!

Rob's face turned from green to gray, and his lips trembled.

In the middle of the crowd, one person hesitated.

That was one of the remaining leaders of Qiangba's family, a fugitive who had escaped capture at the mine.

He was in his early thirties and had a blue dragon tattooed on his neck.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

A hundred people against one, there's no way they could lose.

Even if this person is incredibly powerful, can he really stop a hundred steel pipes with just his two hands?

Moreover, he secretly glanced behind him.

If he really ran away, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Qiangba's family.

If we win, we'll make a fortune! Let's give it a shot!

"Damn it, flush it!"

He gritted his teeth, picked up a steel pipe from the ground, shouted, and charged forward.

That shout actually had some effect.

About a dozen thugs, incentivized by the hefty reward, followed him out.

Chen Zheng looked at the dozen or so people who were yelling and rushing towards him, his expression unchanged.

He neither retreated nor adopted a fighting stance, nor even clenched his fists.

It was just taking one step forward.

The leader of the blue dragon tattoo rushed to the front, raising the steel pipe high above his head and smashing it down on Chen Zheng's head.

The wind was sharp.

If that pipe were to hit someone squarely, an ordinary person would die on the spot.

Chen Zheng simply turned his head slightly.

The steel pipe grazed his shoulder, and the leader's body lurched forward due to inertia.

In that brief moment, Chen Zheng raised his right hand and pinched the steel pipe between two fingers.

Pinch with your fingers.

crunch~

After a loud noise, the steel pipe dented and deformed, visibly collapsing.

The leader hadn't reacted yet, his hand still gripping the steel pipe tightly.

Chen Zheng immediately loosened his fingers, flipped his right palm, and slapped him in the chest with his backhand.

The force wasn't great, at least not for Chen Zheng.

But the man was sent flying seven or eight meters into the air and crashed into a group of thugs behind him.

The crowd was immediately thrown about by his collision.

One of the thugs who had been knocked down struggled to crawl out from underneath.

Looking up, they saw that the leader with the blue dragon tattoo had rolled his eyes back and had fainted.

"Holy...holy shit?"

The people who were knocked down screamed as they got up and ran away.

But more people kept surging forward.

Rob stood at a distance, shouting, "Charge! Charge! Anyone who backs down will be killed!"

At his roar, another twenty or so thugs gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

The scene became extremely chaotic, with dozens of steel pipes, machetes, and iron bars all coming at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng made a move.

He neither dodged nor blocked, but walked directly into the crowd.

The speed appeared slow, the pace was unhurried, and the breathing was steady.

But with every step he took, someone next to him would be thrown out.

He knocked one down with a punch and kicked another away.

Sometimes, even a simple shoulder bump can send the person flying with tremendous force.

A short, stout thug swung an iron rod and smashed it down on Chen Zheng's shoulder.

The iron rod struck him squarely on the shoulder.

clang!

The iron rod bent.

The thug's hand was immediately ripped open by the shock, and blood flowed down his fingers.

Chen Zheng didn't even glance at him and continued walking forward.

As he passed by, he casually gave the person a push, and the person tumbled and rolled a long way away.

Another thug attacked from behind, wielding a machete with both hands, and chopped down at Chen Zheng's lower back.

Chen Zheng struck the knife with a backhand palm strike.