After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

The restaurant fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Yao's hand, which had just picked up the teacup, froze in mid-air.

Shen's mother's pupils contracted sharply. Having seen countless people, she knew all too well what 50 million in cash flow meant for a company.

The most ingenious part is that the money was donated in the name of "Shen Tianxi". This achievement firmly landed on the Shen family's shoulders.

"Xun Chuan, this..." Shen's mother's gaze towards Zhu Xun Chuan completely changed. This wasn't just a son-in-law; he was practically a living bodhisattva!

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't waste any words. He picked up his phone and dialed the private wealth management hotline of Citibank.

He whispered a few words to me.

Less than three minutes.

Shen's mother's personal cell phone, which was on the table, vibrated violently. The foundation's finance director had sent a text message that seemed to tremble even with the punctuation: "Director Shen! A massive donation of 50 million has just been deposited into the account! The note is for Ms. Shen Tianxi and her family!"

Mother Shen gasped, her gaze towards Zhu Xun Chuan softening to the point of almost dripping with tenderness.

Zhu Xunchuan stood up and draped his suit jacket over his arm.

He glanced at Shen Yao, whose expression was complex, and a smug, arrogant smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Father-in-law, I had a very hearty breakfast." Zhu Xun Chuan straightened his cuffs. "Is the jeep ready? How far is the Dragon Tooth Base? I still need to rush back to Peking University to hand in my assignment."

That old man Deng insisted on sending me to the special forces to roll in the mud. If he knew I had pinned his beautiful darling to the bed and bullied her last night, he'd probably be pulling out his gun right now.

Shen Yao's Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep breath.

Rich, bold, and arrogant!

"Guards! Prepare the car!" Shen Yao shouted.

……

One hour later. Deep in the Yanshan Mountains.

A Mengshi off-road vehicle with military license plates came to an abrupt stop in front of an extremely secluded canyon.

The atmosphere here is completely different.

Five-meter-high anti-climb barbed wire. The sniper pistol on the watchtower is lowered, his eyes like an eagle's.

The gates were wide open, but there was no welcoming procession.

On the playground, dozens of shirtless men were engaged in indiscriminate extreme combat in a mud pit. The air was thick with the pungent smells of gun oil, blood, and the frenzied hormones released from the evaporation of men's sweat.

The murderous aura here is more than ten times stronger than that of the Fierce Tiger Company.

Every gaze cast upon the Mengshi off-road vehicle was like that of a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days in the wilderness, gleaming with bloodlust.

Zhu Xunchuan opened the car door.

His bespoke leather shoes clicked on the hard, dry yellow earth. He was still wearing that 780,000 yuan casual suit, clean and tailored. He looked out of place among the mud-covered monkeys.

In the center of the playground, a bald, burly man nearly 1.9 meters tall, covered in hideous scars, turned around.

Lei Mang, captain of the Dragon Fang Special Forces Brigade.

Lei Mang neither saluted nor exchanged pleasantries. He strode forward with heavy steps, like a human tank, each step leaving deep footprints in the yellow earth.

Walk to a distance of two meters from Zhu Xunchuan.

Lei Mang suddenly flicked his toes upwards.

A black, specially made tactical vest was instantly lifted into the air from the ground.

"call--"

The 30-kilogram lead vest, with a sharp whooshing sound, hurtled towards Zhu Xunchuan's face like a boulder thrown from a chest.

This move was extremely insidious and vicious. For an ordinary person, let alone catching it, just being hit in the chest by that force would break three ribs on the spot, and they would be carried straight to the emergency room.

The driver inside the Mengshi vehicle was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

Zhu Xunchuan did not hide.

He didn't even change his posture at all.

His right hand shot out like lightning, fingers spread wide, and precisely gripped the canvas shoulder strap of the tactical vest.

"Bang!"

A dull thud. The terrifying force of thirty kilograms was instantly neutralized in Zhu Xunchuan's hands.

He carried the heavy vest in one hand, his arm muscles not trembling even slightly. The terrifying core strength enhanced by the basic physical enhancement potion was on full display at this moment.

Lei Mang's pupils suddenly contracted to needle-like size.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent. Catching a 30-kilogram load with one hand while maintaining unwavering stability in the lower body—this is definitely not the result of building muscle from gym protein powder.

Zhu Xun Chuan flicked his wrist and casually tossed the tactical vest over his shoulder.

He raised his other hand and calmly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his haute couture shirt, revealing his sexy collarbone and well-defined pectoral muscles.

"What should I call you?" Zhu Xun Chuan asked Lei Mang.

"Dragon Fang, Thunder Mang." The bald man grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his smile menacing. "Young Master, you think the Special Forces are fun just because those trash from the Fierce Tiger Company are playing house with you?"

Lei Mang turned to the side and pointed to his right.

Following his thick finger, one could see a muddy trench stretching two hundred meters long. The mud was black and foul-smelling, emitting a nauseating stench of decay. The trench was covered with barbed wire, less than half a meter above the muddy surface.

On both sides of the trench, four industrial-grade high-pressure water guns were set up.

"This is our Dragon Fang's welcome carpet." Lei Mang's tone was oppressive, like a tiger eyeing its prey. "This isn't your backyard. Young Master, put on your vest and go roll around in it."

He crossed his arms and looked down at Zhu Xun Chuan: "Or, you can throw off your vest right now, go to the car, clean your clothes, and tuck your tail between your legs back to your Peking University. We don't cater to delicate young masters here."

All the Dragon Fang team members around him stopped training. Dozens of assassins surrounded him, their eyes mocking, waiting to see the well-dressed pretty boy break down.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head and glanced at the foul-smelling mud pit.

He smiled.

The scorching sun beat down on this red earth deep in the Yanshan Mountains. The air was thick with the stench of mud.

Dozens of Dragon Tooth Killers stood with their arms crossed, waiting to see how this well-dressed young man would get out of this mess. In their eyes, this delicate young master would vomit at the smell of this muddy pit.

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't speak. He casually tossed the 30-kilogram tactical vest he was wearing onto his feet.

"Sizzle."

He ripped off the six-figure silk tie and casually tossed it into the passenger seat of the Mengshi SUV.

Zhu Xun Chuan unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt and glanced at Lei Mang.

"The clothes are too expensive. If I get them dirty, your young lady will scold me when I get back." Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into an arrogant smile. "But the brothers said I'm definitely going to go into this mud puddle."

Before he could finish speaking...

"thump!"

Without hesitation, Zhu Xun Chuan jumped directly into the foul-smelling black mud trench.

The muddy water instantly submerged his thighs. The sludge, fermented from rotting leaves and the carcasses of unknown animals, emitted a nauseating stench.

A flicker of surprise crossed Lei Mang's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

"Use the water gun! Wash his face!" Lei Mang roared.

Four industrial-grade high-pressure water cannons on both sides opened instantly. The extremely destructive water jets slammed into Zhu Xunchuan's back.

Zhu Xun Chuan gritted his teeth, refusing to use the system to exchange for any skills. He crouched down, crawling forward beneath the sharp barbed wire less than half a meter above his head. Muddy water filled his mouth and nose. The force of the high-pressure water cannon made it extremely difficult for him to move forward even an inch.

But he didn't utter a sound. He crawled across the two-hundred-meter-long mud pit.

The moment he crawled out of the trench, he was covered in black mud, and his back was slashed more than a dozen times by water guns and barbed wire, but he stood straight.

The Dragon Fang team members around them suppressed the mockery in their eyes.

This is just the beginning.

P.S.: Ah Yin went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday and will have surgery next Monday. It's been a problem for many years. My parents didn't care before, and I kept putting it off until now. Now I've saved up some money and am determined to have the surgery on Monday. Wish me luck, and I wish all the little ones are loved. (I'll be giving away one more five-star reviews today. Passes can also be redeemed for cash. Please don't spam.)