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Zhao Cheng's eyes lit up, and he grasped the fist that was rushing towards him, letting the shattering force wreak havoc in his palm. He asked with interest, "Tell me about it?"

Finally, he asked something new. Park Tae-yong was not content with the status quo, so how could the eldest princess, who had broken up with her father, stay there obediently?

Li Fuzhen tried hard to retract his fist, but the arm was like iron, holding his fist in mid-air without moving.

"Let go first!" Li Fuzhen stopped struggling, realizing the huge gap between the two sides, and also realized that he had fallen into the opponent's provocation.

But this method of provoking was too successful, and she still feels chest pain from anger.

Zhao Cheng loosened his hands and withdrew the telekinetic chain. Zhou Xiaolin and others stood up and looked at each other with fear.

Until now, Zhao Cheng was still sitting quietly on the stool, without moving at all.

Li Fuzhen waved his hand, and everyone except Zhou Xiaolin retreated. The gap in strength between the two sides was too big, so what was the point of staying here?

These four members of the combat team are not ordinary people, but their sharp cutting, strength struggle and flame impact were all ineffective. The four A-level psychics were like children in front of him and had no ability to fight back.

S? Or a higher level?

Li Fuzhen was tidying up his clothes while trying to calm down. He asked coldly:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhao Cheng looked at her and spread his hands: "It's no fun if you act stupid like this."

Li Fuzhen turned his head away, took a deep breath, and then turned back: "If you really want to know, can't you just tell me nicely?"

Zhao Cheng looked at him as if he was a fool: "If I ask you, will you tell me?"

"You!!!" Li Fuzhen simply turned around, and the anger that had just subsided rose again. Why did this person speak so irritatingly? !

Zhao Cheng leaned back in his chair comfortably, crossed his legs, and said slowly: "Tell me something?" He looked as if he deserved a beating as possible.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore!" Li Fuzhen sat on the sofa in anger, finally showing a little bit of girlish attitude, clasping her hands in front of her chest and sulking, which made her chest look even more majestic.

"Haha..." Zhao Cheng stood up with a smile and walked in front of Li Fuzhen: "You look pretty good when you're angry."

At the same time, he transmitted his voice: "No one can hear me now. I will come to you in two nights and cooperate with you."

After saying that, he reached out and touched the smooth face, and then waited for the fist to arrive.

Unexpectedly, Li Fuzhen just stared at him blankly and didn't react at all. It turned out that she had never been teased since she was a child, so her reaction was naturally several beats slow.

"Hiss, you forced me to do this." Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and grabbed the towering and plump breasts in front of Zhou Xiaolin's horrified eyes.

I pinched it with my palm and it was soft and chewy, with a great feel.

“Ah!!!” Li Fuzhen’s face turned red and he threw a punch, “You bastard!!!”

Zhao Cheng was knocked heavily and flew into the courtyard, smashing the window behind him. He rolled on the ground, got up awkwardly, dusted off his body, and spat.

"Damn it, this is so unlucky!"

After saying that, he walked out of the courtyard cursing.

Li Fuzhen in the room was still staring at his fist in a daze. He was not so weak just now.

Then he thought of something, looked at the broken window that Zhao Cheng had knocked out, and said to Zhou Xiaolin, "You arrange for someone to clean it up, I'll go upstairs and take a rest."

After saying that, he walked back upstairs with a cold face.

Li Fuzhen returned to her bedroom and sat on the bed, motionless and lost in thought.

Will Hyolyn have a problem? She has been my confidant for more than 10 years and we have been friends since college.

The room was quiet for a long time.

Li Fuzhen rubbed the place where she was grabbed, her pretty face flushed, and she cursed in a low voice: "That bastard!!!"

Chapter 326 Ideal

Zhao Cheng found a blind spot in the surveillance camera and saw that there was no one around, so he hid his figure and soared into the sky.

Then his body suddenly accelerated and shot out like a cannonball. His mental power surrounded him and gathered into a spinning cone shape, pushing away the air in front.

The core of flying is not flying, but the word "control".

There is nothing in the air, but this method allows people to harness this nothingness to generate thrust, so the skill that evolves from rapid speed to subsonic speed can be used in the air.

Zhao Cheng still doesn't understand what he is controlling, and isn't sure whether it is included in the four great powers or not, but this doesn't hinder its practical application.

Just like Haiyun's flash, it involves space travel, but the principle is also unclear.

Zhao Cheng had never flown freely in the air before. At this moment, he felt extremely happy and his flying proficiency improved a lot.

Simply deflect the tip of the spinning cone and the flight angle will naturally deflect under the pressure of the air.

Looking at the location on his phone, Zhao Cheng roughly estimated his speed.

My current full-speed flight speed is about 0.6 Mach, which is close to the maximum speed of the first-generation fighter jets, 0.8 Mach. It only takes a little over 100 minutes to reach 8 kilometers.

Slowly descending onto the hillside, revealing himself, Tingxiu, who had been waiting there, came over to greet him:

"Your speed is pretty good, is there any room for improvement?"

Zhao Cheng hugged her, kissed her rosy lips and said, "I don't know, but I feel there should be room for improvement, but I don't have any ideas for training yet."

Tingxiu looked up at Zhao Cheng's handsome face: "Show me your original appearance. Is the training suit on?"

Zhao Cheng showed his appearance of being in his 40s and shook his head: "I have been busy these past two days and haven't had time to exercise."

"You look much better now. Don't you have time to exercise?" Tingxiu pointed at his chest. "I heard that someone didn't come home last night?"

Zhao Cheng held the scallion-white finger and put it into his mouth: "That is also cultivation, the same, the same."

"Hmph!" Tingxiu pulled her hand back forcefully. "Team C has already received your money. This is just for this time. It won't happen again. An army that fights for money is called a mercenary. They are not!"

Zhao Cheng's hands were caressing Tingxiu's body dishonestly: "Is it too strict?"

"Are you done yet?!" Tingxiu glared at him and slapped her hand away.

"Their daily salary is full. Other groups have contributions or deductions, but our group does not. There is also a year-end bonus at the end of the year, and bonuses will be given at the discretion of the attendance. The pension fund accounts have always been open.

Of course, there are punishments as well. Leading soldiers is not as simple as you think. They are struggling on the line between life and death. Without strict military discipline, it is easy for them to go astray. The 50 yuan I can promise you this time is firstly for your sake, and secondly as their attendance bonus. You can't mess around."

Zhao Cheng nodded and asked curiously, "Where did you learn all this?"

This time, Tingxiu glared at him angrily and said, "Do you really think of yourself as a bastard? Don't you know which country in the world has the strongest and best military discipline?"

Zhao Cheng suddenly realized, slapped his forehead and laughed: "This is not common and I don't come into contact with it. I have never led a soldier, so what do you rely on for ideological work?"

The army with the strongest military discipline is of course the Chinese army. Not only does it have the strongest military discipline, but its ideological construction is also unique, without a doubt.

Tingxiu sighed somewhat melancholy:

"This can't be done openly, but fortunately they are all dissatisfied with the current state of the military, and many have experienced bullying, so there are no problems now, but it's hard to say in the future."

Zhao Cheng hugged her without saying anything. The position of political commissar was too obvious. It would not work to call it the Ideological and Political Department as it was too sensitive.

If this were to be exposed, the group would be disbanded in minutes, stopped, and the person would be thrown into prison and interrogated every day.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Cheng said, "I opened a nightclub and a small entertainment company." He told Tingxiu roughly what happened last night.

"We have no shortage of funds now. We can start with entertainment companies as a pilot. They can carry out ideological propaganda, and so can we. Besides, your country already has a tradition of comforting the troops, so we can give it a try."

Tingxiu elbowed him in the ribs: "Now it's 'your country'? What's the meaning of 'comforting the troops'? That's so ugly."

"You don't know what the army is like. There's nothing wrong with saying it's a comfort performance. That's what we call a comfort performance." Zhao Cheng said with a smile.

He was not lying. South Korea has always had the tradition of comforting the troops. It initially originated from organizing artists to comfort the American troops. Later, their own army also began to organize celebrity artists to perform.

Later, many small entertainment companies would organize artists to actively seek out military performances in order to increase their exposure, popularity and number of fans. As for its development to the present, one can imagine to what extent it has developed under the name of "comforting the troops."

"Why are you talking so irritatingly today? Are you asking for a fight?" Tingxiu punched Zhao Cheng hard on the chest in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Cheng hugged her tightly and told her how he had made Li Fuzhen angry today.

Tingxiu was so angry that she struggled violently in his arms: "Come on, let go! Let's practice!!"

Zhao Cheng laughed and didn't let go no matter how she struggled, and kept kissing her tender rosy face.

Tingxiu was reluctant to really use such a desperate move as knee strike, and after struggling for a long time, she said breathlessly: "Tell me, why do you say this to both of us? There is no reason to fight you every time I see you!"

"I remember you said last time that the alien energy in the world is gradually becoming sufficient, so what do you think will happen to the form of combat in this world in the future? What will the direction of science and technology and military be like?"

Without waiting for Tingxiu to answer, Zhao Cheng continued:

"But no matter how things change, that one sentence has never changed: people first. This used to be an ideological theory, but now it has become a practical reality. People like you and me are enough to change the course of a small war, and this will be even more so in the future."

Tingxiu looked at him; she had thought about the same things as well.

“Therefore, there will be more and more mutations in the future, mutants, awakened people, mutated animals, awakened animals, and even plants. This world may undergo great changes.

Can South Korea, in its current state, appease the people and ensure that there will be no unrest? Facing the outside world, after squeezing out the water from South Korea's current military, how much combat effectiveness do you think it has?"

Zhao Cheng stared at Tingxiu's red eyes and continued:

"Let alone the powerful neighbor in the south who has invaded and vengefully invaded you, even if it's your neighbor in the north who is of the same clan as you, can you really defeat him?"

Tingxiu was in a daze. Of course she had thought about it, but she never had a good solution. She could only try her best to do the things around her. Even she and her father themselves were having a hard time surviving.

"So I need to secretly unite a lot of people, a lot of people who think that this country needs to change."

Zhao Cheng gently stroked her crimson hair, his eyes full of affection:

"You are here. I can't abandon you and go back to my own country, but I can work with you to build this place into that ideal country. Are you willing?"

Chapter 327 Heart-to-heart talk

Not sure if it was because of the technique, but Zhao Cheng's mind and thoughts had always been clear.

Even though he has now stood above the vast majority of people and obtained the wealth that many people dream of.

But he still remembers the takeout food he used to deliver, the tiny rental house he lived in, the haggling over a meal, and the embarrassment of having to work just to scrape together enough money for tuition.

So when he signed those agreements, he felt calm because the money would be spent sooner or later.

Although I can't reach the point where I can't bear to eat even a bowl of braised pork, I can clearly see where I came from. Since I've already been caught in the rain, why should I tear someone else's umbrella?

Although this is not my country, we are of the same race and culture, and our ancestors have already laid such a strong foundation. Why don't I fight for it and build it into my own country?

Zhao Cheng held Tingxiu and looked into the distance, while Tingxiu stared at him blankly, her red eyes gradually shining with light, that light was like the morning light piercing through the darkness at dawn, bright and dazzling.

"Yes! I do!"

Zhao Cheng lowered his head and kissed those rosy lips.

He never worried that she would disagree, because her actions had already demonstrated her ambitions, it was just that she had not been clear enough before.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Zhao Cheng's palm stroked Tingxiu's pretty face: "But our goal cannot be exposed now." Then he said with a sly smile: "So we have to start by abiding by the laws and regulations."

Tingxiu burst out laughing. He was a traitor in front, but became a law-abiding citizen later.

Zhao Cheng also laughed and said:

"Nightclubs are completely free of drugs, that's written in the law. And the masterminds behind the abduction of girls, we need to remove them all like thorns, and if we can't remove them, we have to get some wool. Also, it's normal for a small company to film some Anti-Japanese War, right? That's all real history."

Tingxiu's laughter gradually died down: "You have been thinking about this for a long time, right?"

"That's not bad," Zhao Cheng raised his head, "I am your husband, so I can come up with an idea as soon as I think of it."

"Tsk." Tingxiu couldn't stand his boasting, so she hit him lightly and said, "When did you..."

Wen Tingxiu's jade-like face turned a little pink: "When can I meet my father?"

Seeing Zhao Cheng's gaze, he said in a panic:

"You want to unite more people, right? Although my father's party is not doing well, it still has some strength. He also had some supporters during his years as president..."

Zhao Cheng hugged her: "Yeah, that's right, my dad should be able to give us a lot of help."

"Who, who is your father." Tingxiu stuttered, hit him, lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Then wait until you finish this mission and make the arrangements. I'll go directly to the place and time. We must not be discovered."

"I know. Do I need to tell you?" Tingxiu put her arms around Zhao Cheng's waist, but her heart was pounding. She didn't know how her father would look when he saw her.

"By the way, do you know Chinese?" Zhao Cheng asked, "Let's start with Chinese first."

"Ah?" Tingxiu stretched out her words: "You want to learn again? Why are you like my dad?"

Zhao Cheng was amused: "Did your father ask you to learn it?"