The man who couldn't get up lay on the ground, angrily saying, "Yeah, he was definitely showing off. Otherwise, with his skills and the ability to unbutton his shirt, he would have already beaten us to a pulp, okay?"

The marshal could beat them up like it was nothing, he didn't even have to put in any effort.

Everyone nodded in unison, as if that made sense.

If the marshal were to make a move, these men wouldn't even be enough to fill his teeth.

Unbuttoning the top of the shirt is ostensibly to humiliate these scumbags, but in reality, it's to feed them dog food and deliberately beat them up, the kind of thing you force on them.

"Marshal, are you injured?" A girl carrying documents walked into the military building and, mustering her courage, stopped him, asking tremblingly, "Should I call a healer for you?"

Agares paused, looked at the girl who had asked her the question, and uttered a single, sharp word: "Injured?"

It seems the marshal himself was injured without even realizing it.

The girl who spoke was wearing a military uniform. Holding the documents in her hand, she pointed to her neck: "Your neck, your Adam's apple, is injured. Don't you feel it?"

Agares' dark eyes flashed, and he reached out to press down his collar, revealing his Adam's apple and neck. He said in a serious tone, "Oh, it's not an injury. It's just that Madam was being naughty and grinding her teeth. I apologize for the embarrassment."

girl:"!!!!"

Did the lady bite him?

Was it bitten by the legendary lady?

Still grinding your teeth?

How young is the lady and she's still grinding her teeth?

Ahhh!

Agares lowered his hands and said expressionlessly again, "Madam is too young, she has only recently come of age and is rather childish. I will definitely make sure she is careful not to be too naughty and leave such a big mark while I am at work!"

The girl forced a smile, her mind blank, unable to find the right words to talk to the marshal. It wasn't until the marshal left that she belatedly realized she had just been forced to eat a huge mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

Oh no, it was my own loose tongue that led me to ask the Marshal so eagerly; it was just like me asking the Marshal for dog food from a dog bowl.

Heavens above!

Oh, Earth.

Can we go back 5 minutes?

Five minutes earlier, she would never be sarcastic or ask the Marshal about being forced to eat dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

no.

I can't be the only one being forced to eat dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection). The military is so big, everyone has to eat, and they all have to be well-fed.

So, thanks to the girl's propaganda, within half an hour, everyone in the military except for the top-level officers knew that the wife was as passionate as a wildcat. When the marshal came out to meetings or to work, he had to wear a prominent mark on his Adam's apple to assert his dominance.

Where is their marshal?

To ensure his wife's wicked scheme succeeded and the family remained harmonious, today, when he went to work, his aircraft drove to the door, stopped, and he walked in, without even using the special privilege parking area.

certainly.

There were also foolish people who received incorrect information and actually believed that the marshal was injured, so they took the healing spray and knocked on their own marshal's door.

Once inside, the foolish man placed the spray on Agares's desk and shouted in a booming voice, "Marshal, you are the shield of the empire and the idol of the people. You must take care of your health. If you are injured, seek treatment promptly. Do not delay, or a small injury will turn into a big one."

Agares sat at his desk, his hands clasped on the table. He had taken off his military jacket and was only wearing a dark green shirt underneath, two buttons undone, revealing his neck and the small teeth mark on his Adam's apple, bright red and purple.

His gaze shifted from the spray bottle on the table to the foolish man who had given him the medicine. He raised his chin slightly and said slowly, "Colonel Gan Zhi thanks you for your concern. I am not injured."

The simple-minded Colonel Gan Zhi said like a blockhead, "You're not even injured? Look at your neck, it's almost bleeding. Marshal, tell me, who beat you up like this?"

"Tell me, and I'll challenge him and beat him to a pulp, forcing him to come and apologize to you. He went too far, causing you injury!"

Agares' dark eyes flashed, and a subtle smile played at the corners of his lips: "What use would you be if I couldn't even beat someone like that?"

Gan Zhi: "!!!!"

Even a marshal couldn't defeat him?

Just how powerful is the other side?

Gan Zhi thumped his chest: "Marshal, believe me, I am willing to die for the Empire and for you!"

Agares's smile widened: "Oh, there's really no need for that. This was left by the lady. However, when we get back, I can tell her to be more restrained and go easy on me next time."

husband…

What the lady left behind?

Did the lady hit the marshal?

Oh no, it was the lady who bit him?

Mama Ya…

No wonder the marshal said he couldn't beat them, how could he possibly win?

Gan Zhi's face suddenly flushed red, his lips twitched, and he was so embarrassed that his toes could have dug out a three-bedroom, two-living-room house. He quickly picked up the spray bottle on the table and backed away, backed away: "Um, I have another training session, Marshal, I have another training session. I'll go train now, I'll go train now. You're busy, you're busy."

Agares tilted his head slightly and said, "When you leave, tell your other colleagues not to misunderstand. It was Madam's mischievous act that left it behind, not my injury."

Gan Zhi: "Okay, okay, I'll go and say it, I'll go and say it..."

Tai She died.

Gan Zhi awkwardly slipped out, and as soon as he left the military headquarters building, he was stopped by his colleagues, who bombarded him with questions.

Gan Zhi, after being questioned, beat up all his colleagues, accusing them of misleading him. He foolishly took the spray to the marshal without even trying to stop them…

Jiang Si was less than 1.5 meters tall, wearing a puffy little dress, with a small crown clipping her hair. She had a chubby little face and round, bright eyes. No matter how you looked at her, she looked like a lazy little girl. In addition, Bo Jichen had dressed her up, so she gave people the impression of being weak and delicate, a vase with no fighting power who only knew how to spend money.

Bo Jichen disguised his purple eyes as black ones and transformed his stunning and captivating face into an ordinary face that would be lost in a crowd.

The two of them arrived at the food street that hadn't even opened yet. Jiang Si gave Bo Jichen a thumbs up: "You really know how to keep the good stuff in the family. This street hasn't even opened yet, it hasn't officially opened, and you've already brought people here. I admire you."

Bo Jichen raised his head and straightened his chest, his pace undiminished: "No problem, no problem. To make a good start, the slaughter must be done with a sense of ceremony."

"Do you know what a sense of ritual is? It's when the lights come on, the music starts, and the atmosphere is created, you get it?"

Ginger shreds: "..."

Such pretentious behavior.

She really doesn't understand.

They then went into the largest restaurant, where the fat sheep of Bo Jichenyue was already waiting.

Jiang Si stopped in her tracks when she spotted the fat sheep from afar. "Good heavens, it's Ms. Luo from the Ying family. This is something I never expected."

Bo Jichen stared at Ms. Luo in the distance, and asked in a cool tone, "Don't be surprised. I'm just asking you, is this fat sheep in front of us, who owns 35% of the entire empire's nutrient solution business, fat enough, big enough, and worth us joining forces to fight together and slaughter everyone?"