I'm the villainous Dragon King? I start with a free 100-pull gacha pull for the female lead!

When the two emerged from the side room, all eyes turned to them. The focus was on Zhao Yue'er, whose clothes were disheveled and whose face was flushed.

Everyone was astonished.

Could it be that the two of them are inside...?

[People's hearts have changed; the old man hasn't even left yet, and the male and female leads couldn't resist having a goosebumps.]

Luo Chen couldn't help but complain.

Upon hearing this, Liu Weiwei glared at him fiercely.

What is this guy saying? How could Sister Yue'er be that kind of person!

She said that, but a strange bitterness welled up inside her.

She could clearly see that Sister Yue'er looked at the stinky bodyguard differently now, just like the way a female lead in a Chinese drama looks at a male lead—it was the look of someone looking at a savior.

The Zhao family members clenched their fists, their eyes filled with rage as they looked at Ye Shu. If Zhao Yue'er hadn't pulled him into the side room, they probably would have already rushed up and torn this bastard who had defiled the young lady to pieces.

"Everyone step back and make way for Mr. Ye."

Zhao Yue'er had regained her composure and waved to disperse the crowd, leaving ample space for Ye Shu.

[So it really is coming after all?]

[According to the plot, Ye Shu is about to use the Thirteen Ghost Needles to heal Old Master Zhao with ease and win the heart of the Zhao family's eldest daughter.]

Luo Chen stood by the window, silently reciting the plot in his mind.

"The Thirteen Needles of Ghosts?"

Liu Weiwei murmured these words softly, her gaze towards Ye Shu filled with inquiry.

She knew that the stinky bodyguard was definitely wrong.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating it.

Ye Shu slowly walked to the bedside, glanced at the silver needles placed on it, and then... with a clatter, he slapped them all to the ground.

What?

Could it be that he looks down on Dr. Zhao's silver needles?

Everyone was astonished. If even Zhao Xiaoshenyi's silver needles were not to be admired, then what kind of divine artifact must this guy's silver needles be?

Sure enough, Ye Shu reached down and touched his crotch.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at him. Liu Weiwei was so excited she wanted to pop her eyes out of their sockets. She wanted to see what kind of amazing treasure this guy could pull out!

Amidst the tense, expectant, or disdainful gazes of everyone, Ye Shu slowly withdrew his hand from his crotch...

It wasn't a silver needle, nor a gold needle, nor even a stick; it was a small, square box with two small antennas on top.

"This...this..."

A slightly older man's pupils contracted slightly, and he pointed at the box, trembling as he said, "Isn't this some kind of old-fashioned satellite TV?!"

"Wow, you recognized me?"

Ye Shu turned around and smiled, as if she had seen a kindred spirit.

"That's right, I used to rely on this stuff when I went to the countryside. I fooled one village girl after another," the man said smugly. "The question is, what does this have to do with curing diseases?"

"Cure illness? What cures illness?"

Ye Shu looked completely bewildered upon hearing this.

He looked at the expectant crowd around him, pointed to his nose, and said, "No way, no way? You don't expect someone like me without a medical license to treat patients, do you?"

He placed the small TV on the bed and turned on the screen.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, she walked to Old Master Zhao's chair and said, "Old man, you've been lying down for so long. You should understand the principles of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, right? It's my turn to lie down."

After all,

Bang!

He threw the old man to the ground, then plopped down in a chair, stretched, and comfortably started watching TV.

He even invited everyone to watch it together.

"The acupuncture that Dr. Zhao just administered will take a while to take effect. Why don't we watch some TV together? This anti-Japanese war drama is quite entertaining."

The room was deathly silent.

Zhao Yue'er blinked, somewhat bewildered.

Huh? Did her acupuncture work? Or was it just slow to take effect? ​​Her years of accumulated medical experience told her that this was definitely not right, but her trust in Ye Shu told her that the captain was definitely right.

So... since things have come to this, let's watch TV first.

She silently walked to Ye Shu's side, and seeing that there were no chairs on either side, she simply lay down on Ye Shu and watched TV while leaning against him.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Could it be... really like that?

The question is, is it really okay to let the old man just lie on the ground like that?

Liu Weiwei subconsciously looked at the television; she wanted to see what this lousy TV had to offer.

On the screen, dozens of Eighth Route Army soldiers, their faces covered in dust and dirt, were leaning against the trenches, holding black steamed buns in their hands, but their mouths were filled with the brightest smiles.

The small television screen was crackling and not very clear, but Liu Weiwei could clearly feel the heartfelt smiles and joy on their faces as they ate the cold, hard steamed buns.

Why?

They were so happy even though the food was clearly unpalatable.

Before she could even understand what was happening, several fighter jets suddenly flew overhead, and dozens of shells arrived in the blink of an eye. Firepower filled the air, and thick smoke and flames instantly swallowed up the peace and smiles she had just had.

Liu Weiwei's heart clenched suddenly.

When the dust settled, she saw that the trenches were littered with severed limbs and covered in blood, and many people were howling and screaming in agony.

It was so real. She had never seen such a realistic scene before. It was completely different from what she saw on TV. Even though the picture was rough and had static and skipped frames, the atmosphere of pain, struggle, and despair almost burst through the screen and gripped her throat.

But in that trench, someone was moving about.

His face was obscured, but he appeared to be very young. He had a white insignia on his right arm and kept his head down, rescuing wounded soldiers who still had a breath left on the battlefield.

His hands were steady and his movements were quick, but his legs were trembling uncontrollably, as if he were racing against death. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he was afraid of not being fast enough to save someone.

The camera gradually zooms out.

And so Liu Weiwei saw it.

It seemed to be a battle to defend a position, but there were very few people in the position. They were doing their best to resist, and the young people were doing their best to save people.

But there were just too many enemies.

The number of men on the position dwindled, and the gunfire gradually thinned out until a series of splintering shots began to ring out...

We're out of bullets.

This desperate reality is lodged in the barrel of every soldier's gun.

"Fuck you! Damn it!"

A distorted roar erupted from the position, snarling in a heavy local accent.

If you don't have a gun, use a bayonet!

The young man wanted to go into battle, but was stopped by the battalion commander, who was much older than him. The commander lit a cigarette for him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You can't go. You have a bright future ahead of you. These hands of yours can save many more people. You should live on, just for our sake..."

That day, the setting sun was like blood.

Everyone remained silent, binding their hands tightly to the butts of their rifles or bayonets with rope.

"kill!!!!"

With a hoarse roar, the few dozen remaining soldiers on the position clenched their fists, facing the wave after wave of enemy soldiers rushing forward.

"kill!!!"

Liu Weiwei couldn't help but growl, completely immersed in the brutal war, her heart pounding and her blood boiling.

However, the moment the soldiers charged out—

The scene abruptly ended, like someone suddenly pouring cold water on you when you're feeling really excited.

The screen instantly switched to a Peppa Pig scene, with two pink pigs rolling around in a mud puddle.

"Let's watch something relaxing instead."

Ye Shu said in a serious tone.

"WTF!"

Everyone immersed in the tragic atmosphere spontaneously uttered this curse. Even the usually gentle Zhao Yue'er couldn't help but stare at Ye Shu with disbelief.

Just as everyone was on the verge of a breakdown.

Old Master Zhao, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark, stagnant blood. He raised his finger, trembling, and pointed at the image on the television screen, his voice weak:

"Which bastard dared to switch my channel...?"