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

The hundred-pound black stone lock that had been exposed to the wind and sun in the courtyard was lifted off the ground.

It was as natural as picking up a head of cabbage from a vegetable basket.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Hundreds of men in training uniforms stood frozen in place, maintaining various strange postures.

Meng Yaya's delicate white hand gripped the rough stone handle, looking out of place.

She wrinkled her little nose in disgust and flicked her wrist slightly.

The heavy stone lock traced a black arc in mid-air with her strength, and she actually lifted it above her head with one hand!

In the sunlight, the shadow cast by the stone lock completely enveloped her.

"The center of gravity is not very stable."

Meng Yaya mumbled something in her childish voice, but it sounded like a thunderclap to everyone's ears.

With a flick of her wrist, the hundred-pound stone seemed weightless in her hand, swaying back and forth a couple of times, creating a whooshing sound.

With a "snap," the stopwatch in Gu Changfeng's hand was unconsciously crushed by his hand.

He looked at his daughter, his throat dry. Although he had long known that this girl was strong—able to push a millstone and squeeze Wang Dapao—this was a real, solid 100-pound iron boulder! And with one hand!

Is this his daughter?

This might be Nezha reincarnated.

"Hey, you there."

Meng Yaya held up the stone lock, turned around, and looked at Xiao Li, who had just mocked her, with her rosy little face. She pointed to the big rock in the sky with her other finger.

"You just said this thing could easily hurt your foot?"

Xiao Li shuddered, instinctively bringing his legs together, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

It's not just that it's easy to get hurt; if it were to fall on his foot, he'd be turned into a photograph hanging on the wall!

"I remember now!" Meng Yaya tossed the stone lock into the air.

Everyone's heart was in their throats, just like that stone.

The moment the stone fell, she caught the handle steadily and even used the momentum to do a deep squat.

"This thing is really not suitable for children to play with." Meng Yaya stood up, switched the stone lock to her left hand, and said seriously, "It's too light. You can't build up any muscles with it. It can only be used to weigh down the pickle jar."

Too, too light?

Pressing down the pickled vegetable jar?

The elite soldiers of the reconnaissance company felt their worldview shattered. They practiced this routine with gritted teeth and bulging veins, barely managing to lift it twice, and this little kid was complaining it was too light?

Wang Dapao couldn't hold back any longer.

He strode over, his bull-like eyes wide, and reached out to touch the stone lock: "Is it fake? Old Gu, did your logistics department cut corners and just make a foam one to fool people?"

He refused to believe it and grabbed the other end of the stone lock.

Meng Yaya readily released her grip.

"Holy crap!"

Wang Dapao was caught off guard. The weight of one hundred pounds fell heavily, causing his entire upper body to slump down, almost straining his back.

He held his breath, puffed out his cheeks, and shouted to steady the stone lock, preventing it from hitting his feet.

The real deal!

It's a full 100-pound bluestone, so heavy it feels heavy in your hand!

Wang Dapao threw the stone lock back to the ground, creating a crater.

"Old Gu..." Wang Dapao turned his head, his voice trembling, "Tell me honestly, what do you usually feed your daughter? Explosives?"

Gu Changfeng walked over expressionlessly, stuffed the broken stopwatch into his pocket, and stood in front of Meng Yaya.

"Whatever you want." He uttered two words casually, but his straight back exuded an indescribable smugness.

"Nonsense!" Wang Dapao exploded. "You think you can lift 100 pounds with one hand? Back in the army competition, you only managed 150 pounds, and that was with both hands!"

Gu Changfeng ignored him, looked down at Meng Yaya, and took out a handkerchief to wipe her forehead, which had no sweat at all.

"Have you had enough fun?" Gu Changfeng asked.

"Boring." Meng Yaya pouted, glanced around at the soldiers who were still in a daze, and raised her chin.

"Dad, are these your soldiers? They're all like wooden stakes, making a fuss over a rock. They have no manners at all."

Hundreds of passionate men in the audience were told they lacked manners by a three-year-old child pointing a finger at them.

The key point is that no one has dared to refute it yet.

Who dares to refute this? What if this little brat suddenly decides to smash it over with a stone lock?

Xiao Li was so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground. He had just told them to play in the mud, but they ended up risking their lives.

"Alright." Gu Changfeng patted her head, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence that even he himself didn't realize. "Don't discourage them. They still have their pride."

Meng Yaya shrugged and walked to the stone lock.

"This broken rock is blocking the way."

She lifted her little foot and casually kicked the hundred-pound boulder.

"boom--"

The stone lock flew four or five meters close to the ground, crashing into another stone lock with a dull thud, sending sparks flying.

The training ground fell silent again. This leg could kill!

Just then, a jeep with red military license plates, which was originally driving on the road outside the training ground, suddenly braked and stopped.

The car door opened.

An elderly man with gray hair, wearing a Zhongshan suit, came down.

The old man leaned on a cane, but his back was straighter than a javelin, and his eyes, though aged, were still sharp, fixed on the stone lock that had been kicked away.

He was followed by two bodyguards, their hands already on their holsters, looking very alert.

Gu Changfeng and Wang Dapao's expressions changed instantly upon seeing the old man.

The two men stood at attention simultaneously, their heels clapping loudly, and raised their hands in salute, their movements perfectly synchronized and their voices booming.

"Greetings, Commander-in-Chief!"

The hundreds of soldiers reacted immediately, standing at attention and saluting.

"Greetings, Commander-in-Chief!"

The sound was even louder than the shouts of battle just now.

The old man ignored them and did not return the gift.

He walked straight through the crowd, his eyes filled with surprise and a hint of childlike excitement, staring intently at Meng Yaya standing next to Gu Changfeng.

Meng Yaya was about to reach into Gu Changfeng's pocket to get some candy when she felt his gaze and looked up.

The two, one large and one small, stared at each other from a distance of several meters.

The old man's gaze swept over the stone lock that had been kicked away, and then landed on Meng Yaya's little feet that were only wearing shoes and no socks.

"Did you kick that?" The old man's voice was booming and carried the authority of someone in a superior position, but at this moment it was more of a question of curiosity.

Gu Changfeng's heart tightened, and he was about to step forward to defend his daughter.

Meng Yaya acted first.

She pulled her hand out of Gu Changfeng's pocket, grabbed a White Rabbit milk candy that hadn't been peeled yet, and tilted her head to look at the old man.

Her intuition, honed from years of living in the apocalypse, told her that this was the real deal—a real powerhouse, several times stronger than her cheap father.

This is a golden opportunity.

I have to hug him.