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Han Xiaotian sat upright in the middle of the sofa, holding two walnuts in his hands and turning them around, looking very comfortable.
Luo Guangsheng sat diagonally opposite him, looking excited.
"Instructor Shen, I'm asking for leave. Hehe, there are a lot of things to do..."
"Cough cough!" Han Xiaotian's expression became serious, and he coughed twice, interrupting Luo Guangsheng's words.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly and said, "The children's performance is really outstanding. They have won consecutive victories and are full of momentum."
"Heh, I remember that even Instructor Shen's class didn't achieve such a result during the final examination, right?"
“I have to say that Mr. Han is the best in the martial arts education world!”
As he said this, he raised a thumbs up and looked at Han Xiaotian with admiration.
The old man, with a clear face and a calm temperament but also a hint of sharpness, smiled faintly.
"Master Luo, you are too kind. Our juniors' achievements are inseparable from the careful guidance of you and Principal Ni during this period."
"As an old man, I am just an idler and dare not take credit for anything."
"No, no," Luo Guangsheng waved his hands hurriedly, his expression serious, "Without Old Han's methods, how could they be where they are today?"
"Without young friend Han Che's leadership and extraordinary talent, this bunch of useless people would be nothing more than a pile of loose sand."
As he was speaking, he suddenly changed the subject and couldn't help but worry, "Mr. Han, Principal Ni... the military is going to do a live broadcast. Will there be any backup plan?"
Han Xiaotian's hands kept moving, making crisp "crackling" sounds.
"What backup plan can we have? Even if we can get a third-level Shen Yaochi?"
His tone was calm and emotionless. "How powerful would a hundred people form a formation?"
Luo Guangsheng nodded, and also felt that he was worrying too much.
However, after seeing Jiang Yuan with his face covered in blood after being beaten, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. He didn't know why, which led to the previous question.
While the two were talking, Ni Susu, who was sitting in the corner, remained silent.
She was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, holding her cell phone, flipping through something, so quiet that she seemed as if she didn't exist.
.......
Suddenly, Luo Guangsheng's cell phone rang.
He picked it up with a smile.
But before long, his face darkened.
"What, national television?"
"How dare they?"
......
A minute later, with a "click", Luo Guangsheng hung up the phone and looked at Han Xiaotian and Ni Susu.
Both of them are high-level warriors, so they can naturally hear what is said on the phone.
At this time, Han Xiaotian frowned slightly, and the walnut in his hand stopped turning.
Ni Susu didn't react at all, still staring at her phone, looking as if it had nothing to do with her.
......
After two or three breaths, Han Xiaotian ordered in a deep voice, "Turn on the TV and take a look."
Luo Guangsheng gritted his teeth, found the remote control, and pressed the power button.
He flipped through a few channels and soon found himself on the national television news channel.
A scene that was extremely familiar to the two of them instantly appeared on the screen.
Luo Bin grabbed Zheng Ye's mechanical arm with both hands, stepped on his back, and tore it out with all his strength.
“Ah—! Ah—!”
Zheng Ye let out a heart-wrenching scream that was not like a human voice.
Then, there was a hissing sound.
The entire mechanical prosthesis was torn off, with a large amount of flesh and blood vessels hanging at the end.
Blood gushed out instantly, radially, staining a large area of the ground red.
And the TV station didn’t even censor this scene!!!
this......
Luo Guangsheng's face turned pale instantly, his brain was working rapidly, and countless ways to settle the situation flashed through his mind.
However, before he could figure out what was going on, the scene changed again.
A female reporter in her thirties, with a calm and intellectual temperament and a gentle and charming appearance, appeared in the center of the screen.
She stood outside an ICU ward, holding a microphone in her hand, her face looked a little haggard, and her eyes were slightly red.
She is the Taiwan beauty of the national television station, a well-known war correspondent famous both at home and abroad, Li Jiaqi.
At this moment, her voice was choked, and she couldn't even maintain her broadcasting tone.
"Dear audience members, I am now outside the intensive care unit of the Xinjiang Defense Force General Hospital."
"In this ward behind me lies a major named Zheng Ye."
"Since joining the army at the age of 22, he has served this country for a full 18 years."
"For eighteen years, through the cold and heat, he has never left the front lines of battle!"
"He has been to the Western Xinjiang region three times with the army. Although he is already in his forties, he is still firmly nailed to the most needed and dangerous combat position in the motherland!"
"In a battle several months ago, he lost his left arm while covering the retreat of his troops."
"But he did not give up and even flatly refused the army's demobilization arrangement!"
Li Jiaqi paused, tears glistening in his eyes.
"And yet, this very hero had his prosthetic limb ripped off by the child he was protecting, a so-called 'prodigy', during a so-called 'training'!"
Having said that, Li Jiaqi could no longer control his emotions.
Her tears rolled down her face and could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried.
She trembled and took out a palm-sized, slightly faded photo.
In the photo, Zheng Ye is wearing military uniform and his left arm is still intact.
His wife snuggled up to him tenderly, and his daughter poked her head out from between the couple, smiling happily and cheerfully.
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