Marshal Manor.
It was the most luxurious mansion in Anyang Province. It occupied an area of 100 hectares and was built around a mountain. It had an independent attic, a swimming pool, and a golf course.
It was majestic and majestic.
There were all kinds of ferocious beasts on the mountain, and it was heavily guarded.
"Damn it." At this moment, a furious voice sounded in front of the courtyard." Have you found out who it is? How dare they touch my son? I'll destroy their entire family.”
"Flowery Monk, gather the troops for me.”
A burly middle-aged man in his fifties with a fierce expression on his face walked out in a domineering manner. He was wearing a dignified uniform and holding a spear in his hand.
He was Commander-in-chief Su, Su Ming's father, Su Wenqiang.
When he found out that Su Ming had been ambushed along the way and that his whereabouts were unknown, the fury in his heart surged.
Su Ming?
She was the person he valued the most!
In the future, the marshal's manor would still be handed over to Su Ming.
If something happened, wouldn't there be no one to inherit the family business he had built?
Assassinating Su Ming had touched his reverse scale.
Assassins?
Unforgivable!
Absolutely unforgivable!
Ta…
The military boots stepped on the granite floor, making a heavy sound.
One could see the anger in his heart.
"Marshal, marshal." The seductive woman in a cheongsam followed closely behind him. She quickly comforted him," Marshal, don't worry. Nothing will happen to Su Ming. He's blessed. Calm down and don't hurt yourself."”
This woman was the marshal's fifth aunt, He Xiangwei, a singer.
But how could the marshal listen?
He waved his hand!
Gather a thousand elite troops and prepare to head to the scene of the incident.
However, just as they left the mansion, the group led by the marshal suddenly stopped.
It was because the Young Marshal they were worried about-Su Ming-was standing before them safe and sound.
Phew...
When the marshal saw this, he let out a breath of turbid air. The anger on his face was swept away and he laughed heartily." Damn it, you're not dead yet. I thought you were beaten into a sieve!"”
Although he said that, every word was filled with concern.
As he spoke, he waved his hand behind him, signaling the team to disperse and do what they were supposed to do.
Su Ming smiled faintly and replied," Don't worry, old man. The person who turned me into a sieve hasn't been born yet…but don't you have to change my car? This car's performance isn't that good!”
As he spoke, he stretched and yawned.
This car was too uncomfortable.
The road was bumpy.
Car, shock absorption deviation!
"Stinky brat, you're still pretending to be obedient after getting a bargain.”The commander casually threw the spear to the burly bald man beside him. He turned around and said," Our family has prepared a banquet for you. After the banquet is over, let the Flowery Monk take you to the garage and pick out the model you want."”
With that said, he and Xiang Wei walked towards the mansion.
In fact, he was excited.
He had not seen Su Ming for five years. As his father, how could he not miss him?
However, as a marshal, how could he lose his status in front of everyone?
Because of this, he was excited? He had to endure it and not show it!
Su Ming stared at his father's back and could not help but chuckle. His personality is unusually fiery."
"Young Marshal, you don't know how anxious the marshal was when he found out that you were assassinated.”At this moment, the Flowery Monk said.
He often accompanied the marshal, so how could he not know how much the marshal doted on the young marshal?
The Flowery Monk used to be a disciple of the Golden Mountain Monastery, a Buddhist sect. However, he was expelled from the temple because he had violated the precepts. After various twists and turns, he was saved by the marshal.
Thus, he loyally followed the marshal and protected him.
Because he had cultivated in Buddhism, he was good at Henglian Kung Fu and had infinite strength. Ten people could not get close to him.
Furthermore, he was the chief instructor of the marshal's manor, training the soldiers in the manor.
Su Ming nodded in response, but he did not say anything.
How could he not know what his father was thinking?
He had been sent abroad to study since he was young. His father's goal was to groom him to be the next heir.
Now, he was back!
Next, his father would also give him power, allowing him to gradually take control and become a formidable figure in this chaotic world.
After figuring out the cause and effect, he revealed a determined expression and walked into the marshal's manor at an unhurried pace.
God-level Lottery System?
Devil cultivator identity?
A marshal who held military power?
In this world of demons and warlords, it was enough for him to start a wonderful and exciting life.
………………………………
At the banquet.
The commander-in-chief sat at the head of the table. Beside him were his trusted aides and confidants. They were all generals who guarded a region.
At this moment, they raised their wine glasses and greeted him with a smile." Young Marshal, welcome home. You must have suffered a lot overseas. Now that you're back, you can enjoy yourself."”
"Right, when the young marshal has rested enough, you can come to Northern Desert City to play at any time.”
"What's there to play in the Northern Desert? It's just sand. Why don't you come to my Dragon Spring City? You can have anything you want.”
When Su Ming heard this, he lifted his wine cup and laughed softly." Stop fighting over it. None of you will be able to escape. I will definitely go to your territory to play.”
As he spoke, he clinked his wine glass and downed it in one gulp.
"Good, straightforward. We old fellows will quietly wait for the arrival of the young marshal.”
Soon after, Su Ming became familiar with the Great Generals under the marshal's introduction. Of course, he also gave a detailed description of the current situation and the distribution of the troops.
During this process, the generals were respectful towards Su Ming and did not dare to act excessively.
They knew that even though the Young Marshal was young, he was much more ruthless than the Great Marshal.
Time slowly passed.
In the blink of an eye, the entire night passed.
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