Hosted female soldiers, all become world-class special forces

chapter 1270
The young man glanced at Fuxi and nodded immediately: "Of course, that is Fuxi, the leader of the Dark Dragon, a member of the Dragon Kingdom government. My father mentioned it to me back then."

"That's right, memory is fine."

The middle-aged man praised him, and seeing the smug smile on the young man's face, he immediately reprimanded angrily: "You have a good memory, so you have to spend some time on practicing, because you are often tinkering with those useless things. Your own strength is the foundation, otherwise, in the future, you will have no place in the family."

The smiling face of the young man suddenly collapsed, and he said stubbornly: "It's the 21st century now, in the high-tech age, where is the need for such strenuous practice, the skill is not enough, technology can make up for it"

Snapped!
A big hand suddenly landed on the young man's head, causing him to have an intimate contact with the table, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Ah~" The young man suddenly let out a scream, and it was impossible to guard against it.

kaka~
The edge of the good wooden table suddenly made an overwhelmed cracking sound, and with a puff, a large piece was missing.

The young man held his head and lowered his head, that was extremely wronged.

hum~
The middle-aged man withdrew his right hand and snorted heavily: "Technology is an external force after all, and one's own strength is the foundation of life. Relying on external forces will not become a real strong person after all. I ask you to train me well, but you are disobedient. It seems When you go back, you must be grounded and let you practice hard."

"Dad, I'm your own son." The young man raised his head aggrievedly, the center of his head was rosy, and a big bump slowly bulged, and he shouted dissatisfied.

"It is precisely because you are my own son that I want to make you stronger. I originally brought you here to let you know more and arouse your interest in martial arts, but I still didn't expect you to You are so incompetent, I really thought that the family could protect you forever, it seems that I must let you experience life and death, you will never know how to be strong if you don’t experience death.” The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed fiercely, and he said with hatred .

"Ah?" The young man's eyes suddenly showed fear, and he begged, "Father, please don't, I want to enjoy myself for two more years."

"That's it." The middle-aged man said sharply with a sullen face, his eyes were sharp like knives, making the young man slowly lower his head, dejected, and he also knew that once his father made a decision, he would never change it.

This time, he had to shed his skin if he didn't die.

Looking at the young man's appearance, the middle-aged man couldn't help sighing silently. If it wasn't for his son, he wouldn't be bothered to bother so much.

Zhuang Ming's eyes drifted to the center of the venue, his eyes fluctuated, and he waved to an old man standing behind him. The old man stepped forward and said in a respectful and low voice: "Patriarch."

The middle-aged man frowned, as if he had thought of something: "By the way, I remember Fuxi said last time that Zhuang Ming was going to set up a training camp, right? , I want more detailed information, maybe it can really surprise my family."

"Yes, Patriarch." The old man was stunned for a moment, and cast a strange glance at Zhuang Ming in the center of the venue: "I'll contact Fuxi later."

The young man raised his head secretly, looked at his father, rolled his eyes, and looked at Zhuang Ming in the center of the venue, wondering what the hell he was thinking.

This middle-aged man is the head of an ancient martial arts family, the Xie family.

This young man is obviously his youngest son, Xie Chen.

At the same time, it was not far from Xie's table on the second floor, in the northeast corner.

In another ancient martial arts family, the Xiao family, an old man was watching with a smile, and also discussing in a low voice.

Many people on the first and second floors watched this scene confidently, as if they were watching a play, watching how Zhuang Ming would solve it.

Many people showed a very interested attitude, and even many people were very familiar with Zhuang Ming, their eyes lit up, as if they had some plans.

And right now.

An old man who looked to be in his fifties, walked like a tiger, and rushed in with a few people with gloomy faces.

As soon as he saw Zhuang Ming in the center of the venue, he immediately showed a fierce murderous aura.

The old man's aura rose all over his body, and every time he took a step, the killing intent became stronger, and his gray hair automatically followed the aura without wind, and his aura was high.

The three people behind the old man, a middle-aged man and two young men, a man and a woman, also followed closely behind, with angry faces and murderous eyes.

"It's him who seriously injured the text." The young man behind saw Zhuang Ming, and immediately shouted.

Hearing the young man's words, the old man whose momentum climbed to the peak opened his eyes angrily, with murderous intent, and shouted sharply: "Young man, why did you hurt my grandson for no reason?"

The atmosphere is dignified and ready to explode.

On the highest floor of the meeting place, the fifth floor, a figure of a man in a green shirt appeared at some point, watching all this indifferently, as if looking at it.

An old man in a black suit stood behind the man in the blue shirt, looked around Zhuang Ming and those few people with chills in his eyes, and said sharply: "Patriarch, do you need to stop it? Don't let them destroy Xin The rules of Yue Hotel!"

"The Liu family." The man in the blue shirt murmured softly as if he had never heard of it, and then replied: "Well, go, don't provoke the lone wolf, we can't afford him, we have to make friends, kill decisively, It really lives up to its reputation."

The old man's eyes flickered, he seemed very surprised, he was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly replied: "Yes, Patriarch."

The figure quickly disappeared behind the man in the blue shirt.

"Hey~ It's really noisy, what a murderer, wherever he goes, kill wherever he goes!" The man in the green shirt said to himself in a low voice, his eyes full of helplessness.

At the same time, Zhuang Ming's eyes seemed to have crossed the top floor by accident.

The meeting place is circular, surrounded by circular buildings, solid wood pavilions, antique and decorated with modern atmosphere, it is very magnificent and extraordinary.

Below, it is difficult to see the situation above the third floor, and the construction is very ingenious.

But Zhuang Ming accurately locked the figure of the man in the green shirt.

The man in the green shirt was stunned for a moment, a little stunned, and then a kind smile appeared on his face, but he also knew that Zhuang Ming might not see it.

However, with his kind smile, Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and then turned his head away.

This made him stand still on the spot, talking to himself, full of disbelief: "Did I see me? No way, logically speaking, you can't see this place. Even if the line of sight is excellent, it is completely impossible."

But why did Zhuang Ming nod to him?
Was it a cramp, or just an accident?

The man in the blue shirt was a little puzzled, looking at the scene in the center of the venue.

(End of this chapter)