Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Gu Changfeng's shout was more effective than the rallying cry on the training field.

The classroom fell silent instantly. The two nurses who were about to pin Meng Yaya against the wall were frozen in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed, their hands hanging there, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Zhao Fang's hand trembled, and the drop of medicine hanging on the needle tip fell to the ground with a "plop," shattering into eight pieces.

"Commander Gu...?"

Before Zhao Fang could even wipe the sneer off her face, she forced herself to put on a fawning expression, making her face look like it was twitching.

"Why did you come so early? I'll give the child a nutritional injection right away, he'll be done soon."

When Meng Yaya saw her father arrive, the fierce urge she had just had to rip Zhao Fang's skull off instantly vanished.

She threw the building blocks behind her, pouted, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Daddy~~~!"

That cry was so poignant, it moved those who heard it to tears.

Meng Yaya, with her short legs, darted into Gu Changfeng's arms like a small cannonball.

She clung tightly to Gu Changfeng's thigh with both little hands, burying her face in his trouser leg and rubbing against him while howling.

"Dad, help! That old lady is going to stab me with a butcher knife! She's also trying to pull down my pants!"

Gu Changfeng looked down and saw his daughter trembling all over, her big eyes filled with tears. He felt so heartbroken.

He scooped Meng Yaya up in one arm and held her in his other hand, protecting the back of her head with his other hand. His eagle-like eyes were fixed on Zhao Fang, colder than when he looked at a class enemy.

"Zhao Fang, is this how you act as a head nurse?" Gu Changfeng's voice was chillingly cold. "Using such a thick syringe to shove up my daughter's throat, are you trying to treat her or commit murder?"

Zhao Fang felt her scalp tingle under that gaze, but when she saw that there were teachers and children watching around her, she knew that if she backed down now, how could she lead the team in the future?

She steeled herself and held up the syringe in her hand: "Commander Gu, what are you saying? I'm doing this for the child's good. This is a nutritional injection approved by the higher-ups. All the children in the nursery have received it. Why is your child so precious that they can't get it? This is a group activity; it's not right to make exceptions."

He put on that big hat skillfully.

Gu Changfeng glanced at the needle that was gleaming coldly.

That's really thick.

These old-fashioned glass syringes have their needles sharpened when they get dull, and then boiled.

The needle tip looked like it had barbs; it would hurt an adult for a long time if it pricked them, let alone the delicate skin of a three-year-old child.

"I won't get it!" Meng Yaya shook her head vigorously, her little hands tightly covering her arms. "The needle was rusty! I saw it! It's the kind used to vaccinate pigs!"

She wasn't bluffing; she was genuinely scared.

Whether the needle will hurt her is another matter. The key is that her body has been transformed by supernatural abilities and spiritual spring water, making her truly indestructible.

If Zhao Fang were to prick her skin with a needle and find that the needle couldn't even pierce the skin, wouldn't that reveal that she's a "little monster"?

Her great strength could be attributed to her father's innate superhuman abilities. But the fact that she's impervious to needles and knives is hard to explain. Forget about going to daycare; she'll probably be taken for biopsies and research.

If Gu Changfeng hadn't arrived in time, Zhao Fang would have already been thrown over her shoulder.

"Nonsense!" Zhao Fang exclaimed, exasperated. The needle was indeed old, but to say it was rusty was an insult.

"Commander Gu, the child may be ignorant, but aren't you too? This nutritional injection contains Vitamin B12, which is best for the child's development. If you continue to stop it, that's refusing to cooperate with hygiene work!"

As she spoke, Zhao Fang took a step forward with the syringe, her posture suggesting she was determined to prick him.

Gu Changfeng didn't move.

But he felt the little dumpling in his arms trembling, and it was trembling rhythmically, as if it was preparing some kind of big move.

Known daughter Moruofu.

This girl was incredibly powerful when she led a group of kids in fights outside; even that scoundrel Liu Deli was driven to tears by her. Now, she's terrified of a needle?

Not right.

Gu Changfeng had made up his mind. He knew his daughter too well; this girl was incredibly shrewd. If she really didn't want to get the injection, she would have already snapped the syringe in half. Why would she wait until now to start crying?

Unless, she has some reason not to take action.

"Alright, for the sake of the group, we'll take the shot," Gu Changfeng suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fang immediately smiled smugly: "That's right, Commander Gu is truly insightful."

Meng Yaya suddenly looked up, staring at her father in disbelief.

Old Gu, you've betrayed us?!

Are you going to send your own daughter to the dissection table?

"Dad..." Meng Yaya was about to speak when she felt Gu Changfeng's large hand gently pat her back twice, a signal of reassurance.

Gu Changfeng carried Meng Yaya to a chair next to him, pulled out her arm that was covered up tightly, and even rolled up the sleeve.

"Don't be afraid, Dad is here watching." Gu Changfeng said, covering Meng Yaya's forearm with his large hand, leaving only a small piece of flesh, about the size of a fingernail, exposed.

That hand was broad and strong, covered with calluses from holding a gun.

Meng Yaya blinked and looked at her father's hand.

This location...

"Come on," Gu Changfeng said, looking up at Zhao Fang. "Hurry up."

Zhao Fang was overjoyed.

Let you be so arrogant, you brat! Let you have a regimental commander as your father! In the end, you'll still end up in my hands, won't you?

Holding the syringe, a look of vengeful pleasure on her face, she aimed at the sliver of skin peeking out from between Gu Changfeng's fingers and plunged it in hard.

She used all her strength to give that injection, almost pushing the syringe all the way in.

Just as the needle tip was about to touch the skin.

"Wow--!!!"

Meng Yaya suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream. The sound was so loud that it shook the dust off the roof.

At the same time, she struggled violently in Gu Changfeng's arms like an eel.

"I won't fight! I won't fight! Murder!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Zhao Fang was startled by the shout and her hand trembled, but she couldn't stop her fierce determination, and the needle still went straight in.

Gu Changfeng's hands were like iron clamps, tightly gripping Meng Yaya's wriggling arms.

While seemingly holding the child still, he actually flicked his finger at an extremely fast speed the instant the needle fell.

This is a clever technique used by special forces in close combat, a burst of power in an instant.

"bite--"

A very faint metallic sound was drowned out by Meng Yaya's wailing.

Zhao Fang felt as if the syringe in her hand was being blocked by something, and the resistance made her hands go numb.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Fang's hand slipped, and the syringe almost slipped from her grasp.

She looked closely and was completely stunned.

The thick, straight glass syringe needle, which had been just moments before, was now bent into a bizarre 90-degree angle, like a fishing hook!

There wasn't even a single red spot on Meng Yaya's arm.