Rebellion?
To accuse Commander Bao, who regards the nation as his life and the citizens as his flesh and blood, of such a cri?
Chen Long and the others were all furious!
"You can insult , but you cannot insult Mr. Bo!"
"You say we are unqualified to take the stage to receive dals for our comrades, but are people like you qualified to decide who should be awarded dals onstage?"
"Cowards only dare to hide in skyscrapers to issue orders, dare you fight with us on the battlefield?!"
"What kind of nonsense is this Feng fellow? If you have the guts, co out and fight fairly!"
A group of hot-blooded n couldn’t stand Feng Shiren’s secretary canceling the dal conferral on the spot, reversing their decisions, and they rose up to confront them!
At this mont.
About a hundred plainclothes bodyguards rushed out, surrounding Chen Long and the others: "The Vice President said that anyone intentionally disrupting the national festival will be treated as a threat to national security and can be shot on the spot! Who dares to move?!"
Disrupting the ceremony?
Who is really disrupting the ceremony!
The soldiers’ hearts were filled with uncontrollable indignation!
Conflict was imminent!
At this critical juncture, Chen Long instead was the first to calm down.
So many plainclothes bodyguards surrounded them at this precise mont, showing that it was not an impromptu deploynt, but rather part of a preditated plot.
The Vice President must have known long ago that Mr. Bo had left the capital, so he was waiting to cut off their supply line and play dirty tricks on them.
With so many people like Si She dying mysteriously, he couldn’t let his brothers be caught up in this impulsively, and he certainly couldn’t allow Mr. Bo to be burdened with baseless accusations again.
Chen Long swallowed his saliva, put down what was in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Put it all down; there are still many spectators outside, no one is allowed to shoot first!"
Chen Long’s command represented Bao Gucheng’s command at this mont. The soldiers clenched their fists, and although they were deeply unwilling inside, they obediently lowered their hands.
Feng Shiren’s secretary flashed a look of triumph in his eyes; his legs no longer trembled, and he sneered, saying: "I told you long ago, you are not qualified, yet you refused to accept it."
Petty people get cocky!
Chen Long and the others held their breath, their eyes almost popping out.
The secretary pursed his lips guiltily: "Why glare at ? It’s Bao Gucheng who abandoned you, you blockheads! If you must bla soone, bla him!"
Words that pierce the heart, every sentence a stab.
Chen Long and the others were silent, gritting their teeth hard.
Through the curtains backstage, the review ground was visible, where the last soldier was accepting the dal handed over by Feng Shiren!
The dal ceremony was about to end!
Their eyes turned red in an instant.
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Qingcheng.
Long street by the sea.
Countless LCD screens were broadcasting the national festival live.
Bao Gucheng held Zuzi, looking up at the screen where the last soldier received a dal.
Behind this soldier, Chen Long and the others were not in sight.
He frowned tightly, having guessed what was happening.
Regret?
He had brought this little woman out but lost the chance to claim honors for his brothers.
No matter how he chose, one of these would inevitably be lost.
But these are completely incomparable emotions!
He swallowed, silently.
Behind him, Wei Yang was already crying uncontrollably: "It’s too late, wah wah, Si She and the others’ coffins are covered, nobody knows them, they died in vain, wah wah..."
Zuzi propped her chin up, finally understanding.
"Oh, so you wanted to go... in there?"
She pointed at the screen.
Wei Yang’s face was indistinguishable with tears and snot: "Miss Xi, you must always be good to Mr. Bo in the future, be loyal, never betray him. Because you don’t know, he sacrificed so much and abandoned so many brothers to co to Qingcheng to save you, wah wah..."
Zuzi tilted her little head, her long lashes fluttered: "Ah, if Xiao Chenger wants to go. Then we go together? No need to give up anyone."
Wei Yang cried even more miserably: "Wah wah wah Miss Xi you don’t understand..."
Zuzi said earnestly: "Ancestor understands."
She squinted her eyes, looking at the horizon where clouds and mist wer swirling, as a round red sun rose.
"Xiao Chenger, hold tight."
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