Urban Conceited Soldier

"Hall, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. Some things are not as simple as you think."

The student's irritability seemed to have affected modi. His voice also raised several decibels. He knocked on the table and said in an unquestionable voice: "tiger is an old man in the mercenary industry. He has seen more big scenes than you think. Although his attitude towards us today is really not good, but..."

"Commander, don't say it!"

Very rarely, hall interrupted modi directly.

It is impossible for this to happen before.

We should know that hall used to be dominated by modi's will. Therefore, he was rejected by Charles and Adams, who thought that he was not qualified to enter the order of the dragon.

In the eyes of Charles, Adams and others, hall is just a echo of Modi, a puppet figure he added to the team in order to strengthen his authority and discourse power as the head of the Dragon order.

But now, hall at this moment.

The heart is experiencing a violent impact.

His mental endurance is not very strong.

Although he has carried out many tasks, they are all under the wing of Modi, under the leadership of Charles and other good men. As a small transparent hall, he only does some trivial things. He has never been in charge of his own affairs.

As the head of the order, modi naturally observed this situation.

He is very much hoping that hall can take charge of his own side, and even take over his position as head of the team in the future.

Therefore, he specially took hall with him to attend the meeting with King Tiger.

But unfortunately, it didn't work out.

The meeting with tiger king was much worse than modi had imagined.

Not only failed to leave a good fortune for hall, but let the fragile heart bear great pressure.

The elder, who was highly praised by the well-known and regimental leader, was belittled as worthless.

Young hall felt the pain of burning self-esteem.

After interrupting Modi, a trace of regret flashed in Hall's eyes.

He moved his lips and forced down a blurted apology.

After a deep look at Modi, hall rushed out of the door and fled.

Behind him, modi picked up his eyebrows and looked calm. He just sighed deeply and shook his head slightly. There was no anger.

"After this training, if you can get through the past smoothly, maybe you can get some growth."

Modi shook his head with a wry smile and picked up the glass on the table.

Good wine and good food. Don't waste it.

In this world, we should have fun in time.

Modi has been thinking about this very much.

For the tiger king's words, although he is not as big as hall's reaction, but in the heart is always some unfeeling.

But it doesn't matter.

Without strong strength, in this realistic society, it would have been treated unfairly.

This is normal.

The stronger you are, the fairer your world will be.

More and more people will release kindness to you and smile at you.

If you are not strong enough, all the bullying and abuse will come step by step over time.

You can't avoid, you can only choose to bear.

This is the same for modi and hall.

Modi just let hall encounter this scene ahead of time.

Who can live without suffering?

Charles lingered in the nightclub party all day, looking free and easy.

But did he not have his own troubles in his heart?

Apart from anything else, modi knew at least one secret that belonged to Charles.

In the first year of his career, Charles met an elder female mercenary.

Young Charles was taken to the bar by the female mercenary, forced to drink, and then put into a variety of positions on the soft big bed and enjoyed it wantonly.

Before daybreak, the female mercenary, with her slender cigarette in her mouth, left smartly.

Before leaving, she used a pile of thick US dollar bills and sprinkled them on the white sheets as the reward for Charles's hard work last night, and left a sentence: "little brother, I'm very satisfied with your performance last night. Save some flowers and take fewer dangerous tasks. My sister doesn't want to miss your next time."

Since then, the female mercenary through their own means, many times to find Charles.

Charles, who had just entered the trade at that time, was poor and had no background or connections. How could he be the opponent of the female mercenary.

But Charles, with tears in his eyes, just wanted to shout at the sky: "I want to escape, but I can't escape..."This situation continued until the female mercenary, in the process of protecting a foreign political figure, in the luxurious lengthened Lincoln car, the bomb not found under the car, together with the foreign politician, exploded into countless flesh and blood.

Charles's body is understood.

However, his soul was trapped in self imprisonment.

He joined the order of the dragon, trained hard, and became a famous master of the young generation of mercenaries.

But his mind was never at peace.

He began to spend a lot of money on famous Huanchang nightclubs in various countries and places.

Looking for all kinds of women, no matter how difficult it is to tame a wild cat, under his superb skills, it will be as docile as a domestic cat.

But even so, who can say clearly whether Charles can completely overcome the psychological shadow left by the female mercenary predecessors.

"Charles, you don't look in a good mood."

Hall ran all the way, left the hotel, dialed Charles on the phone and met him at the night Paris Hotel.

Deafening DJ sound, dazzling neon lights.

Hall watched as he sat in a leather sofa, sinking deeply, holding a gorgeous girl in her arms, but with no expression on her face.

Even after listening to Hall's excited narration, he just snorted.

"In a bad mood? Really? Indifference is just my disguise. What can you see, you little fart

Charles chuckled, patted the pretty girl around him, and said with a smile, "beauty, go and pour me two glasses of wine."

The pretty girl winked at Charles and got up.

"So, do you think the regiment leader's action is wrong, and you lose face?"

After the pretty girl left, Charles gave a cold smile, looked at hall, whose face was red, and asked in a deep voice.