Chapter 29

After that, in the past three years, Zhao Yar moved four times and changed three schools, but she still suffered several assassination attempts that nearly cost her life. This is why she is obsessed with various ways to improve her strength.

If she can't even protect herself, how can she avenge her parents and her little aunt?

Su Yang listened quietly, a faint sadness appearing in his eyes. In his thousand-year-long life, he had experienced too many partings and farewells, but every time he heard such stories, he, who valued emotions and righteousness, could not let go.

At the same time, the anger in Su Yang's heart had been thoroughly ignited. In his eyes, no power could obstruct his revenge for those close to him. Even if he were to face the whole world, Su Yang would not care.

Looking at his granddaughter with affection, whose eyes were already misty with tears, Su Yang said, "Yar, don't be afraid. Now that I'm here, no one in this world can bully or harm you anymore."

Zhao Yar could no longer control her emotions and buried her head in Su Yang's chest, crying like a child.

The heavy burden that had been on her shoulders for years seemed to disappear with Su Yang's appearance. Now, she just wanted to vent her feelings. In front of her closest relative who could provide her with support, she could no longer remain strong.

That night, Su Yang stayed until three in the morning. He sat by the bed and watched his granddaughter fall asleep sweetly before quietly leaving.

The next morning, Su Yang first made a phone call to Xu Tianyang, asking him to book a flight to New York, USA, and prepare the necessary documents.

Then he dialed the number for the "relevant department" and said, "I need you to protect someone."

Clearly, after yesterday's contact, the "relevant department" had a thorough understanding of the current owner of this satellite phone, which had only a dozen or so in the department with extremely high control authority. Their tone was even more respectful than before.

"No problem. What level of security does Mr. Su need?"

"With your authority in our department, we can provide the highest level of security measures, up to the ministerial level."

"I don't know how you classify your security levels, and I'm not interested. Send two people to protect a girl. If these two can hold me off for three seconds together, that's enough." Su Yang said simply.

"Is that so!" The other side was clearly a bit hesitant but quickly showed a hint of joy, apparently receiving some instructions. "If that's the case, why don't Mr. Su personally select the protectors?"

"Fine." Su Yang was quite satisfied with their attitude and said with a good mood.

"Alright, in about ten minutes, we will contact you. Please go to the Nanjing Military District. You can personally select the people you need from the Flying Dragon Special Forces."

"How long will it take?"

"A helicopter will be sent to pick you up, and it can be done today."

"Alright then."

In the study of Old Zhou, Old Zhou and Old Lu were sitting on either side, drinking Feitian Maotai and eating peanuts, chatting about the old days.

After the guard, Xiao Dong, reported, he entered the study and explained the situation to the two elders.

"It seems that Little Friend Su cares a lot about that Zhao girl!" Old Zhou had received a report from the "relevant department" yesterday. After all, there were only a dozen or so satellite phones with such high control authority in the department. How could the department head not verify when Old Zhou's phone changed hands?

Old Lu drank the wine in his cup in one gulp and nodded. "Little Friend Su's matter is my matter. They are quite calculating, making Little Friend Su personally select people from the Flying Dragon Special Forces. They probably want to get some benefits from him."

Old Zhou shrugged. "The Flying Dragon Special Forces are all your troops. Over the years, they may not be the strongest three hundred out of a million soldiers, but they are definitely the best of the best, each a king of soldiers."

"That's right. It's been twenty years since then. It's the first time Little Friend Su needs help, and I can't be perfunctory. I need to make a call."

As he said this, Old Lu got up to make a call but was held back by Old Zhou, who laughed. "Why make a call? I've already arranged for a helicopter to pick us up. We haven't been there for a while. Let's take this opportunity to go back and see. I'm really looking forward to it. Imagine those troublemakers being taught a lesson by Little Friend Su; it will be quite entertaining."

"Alright, let's go!" Old Lu was also excited and laughed heartily.

At this moment, Lu Xinxin rushed into the room and shouted, "I want to go too!" It was clear she had been eavesdropping outside the door for a while.

"I knew you wouldn't be easy to handle. If you want to go, go. Do you really think the boys in the Flying Dragon Special Forces will help you avenge your past humiliation?" Old Zhou said with a smile.

"Who knows? That Su guy isn't invincible. I just want to see him make a fool of himself. Humph." Lu Xinxin said,不服气 (unwilling to admit defeat).

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The Nanjing Military District was established in 1955, leading and commanding the armed forces of five provinces and one city. It has a complete range of military branches and a vast number of soldiers, serving as a strategic gateway in the southeast.

It was noon when two military helicopters landed in succession on the helipad of the Flying Dragon Special Forces training base.

Brigadier Jiang Lianhai, the commander of the Flying Dragon Special Forces, personally welcomed the people from the two helicopters. When Su Yang saw Old Zhou and Old Lu with their mischievous smiles, he knew that his trip to Nanjing to select protectors for Zhao Yar might have been a setup.

However, he didn't care about that. If they could protect Zhao Yar well, giving them some benefits wasn't a problem.

Lu Xinxin, on the other hand, rushed straight to the training camp as soon as she got off the helicopter, without even greeting Su Yang.

This little girl was a regular visitor to the Flying Dragon Special Forces, and the soldiers there were very familiar with her. Most of her martial arts skills were learned here.

The soldiers of the Flying Dragon Special Forces, who had been called to the training ground by the chief instructor, were scattered around, discussing who was coming and why the commander and the chief instructor were personally welcoming them.

Lu Xinxin, with her ponytail and field uniform, jumped into the training ground like a rabbit, very excited.

"Isn't this Little Xinxin?"

The one speaking was a lean man quickly disassembling and reassembling a heavy machine gun. His speed was such that he could easily rank in the top ten in a global firearms assembly competition. He must have been immersed in this field for at least ten years, and he was a fanatic.

"Are you here to learn more tricks again? How's that deadly grappling move I taught you last time?"

Beside him, a man nearly two meters tall, exuding explosive strength, casually crushed a concrete block into powder and tossed it aside, approaching with a smile.

"Hey, Old Iron, you're destroying national property again. You've destroyed at least a third of the training ground's concrete floor in the past two years. Can't you find a more ambitious hobby?"

Beside the giant, a man with a bit of a rogue look, a blade of grass in his mouth, approached while playing with a small butterfly knife. The blade, sharpened to a fine edge, glinted menacingly in the sunlight, spinning like a fan in his fingers.

"Hello, masters!" Lu Xinxin came to the three men, her lips parting in a cheerful smile.

"What brings you here?"

"I came to see a show with my grandfather." Lu Xinxin said mysteriously.

"Old Commander?!"

In the Nanjing Military District, Old Lu was a god-like figure in everyone's eyes. Even these three troublemakers, the best of the best in the Flying Dragon Special Forces, who often didn't even listen to the chief instructor, were visibly moved when they heard Old Lu was coming.

"What could be so important that Old Lu would come in person?"

Lu Xinxin, still harboring a grudge from the sanatorium incident, said mischievously, "Grandfather brought someone who claims he can take down the Flying Dragon Special Forces. I came to watch the show."

"Who dares to say that? I'll crush him with my fist." The giant's eyes blazed with anger.

The rogue man spat out the grass and said disdainfully, "Not just in the Nanjing Military District, but in all seven military regions in China, no one would dare to make such a bold claim. Little Xinxin, are you exaggerating?"

"Tell me, what kind of grudge do you have with that person? We'll teach him a lesson for you."

Lu Xinxin, caught in the act, pouted and said, "Anyway, that guy is no good. He bullied me so much. When the masters teach him a lesson, be as harsh as you can."

The machine gun man frowned. "Little Xinxin, your skills are pretty good. Can't you handle him?"

"That guy's internal martial arts are formidable. I can only be bullied." Lu Xinxin huffed.

"Ah, so he's an internal martial arts expert. No wonder. Your internal strength is still shallow, so it's normal that you can't handle him. But this is the military, not ancient times. In modern combat, internal martial arts aren't crucial."

"Regardless of how high your martial arts are, a headshot from a kilometer away will take down even a grandmaster." The machine gun man, the top marksman in the special forces, said calmly.

"Masters, please avenge me. I'll treat you to good wine later."

Clearly, even though she had been humiliated by Su Yang, Lu Xinxin had absolute confidence in these three top instructors in the Flying Dragon Special Forces.

At this moment, Brigadier Jiang Lianhai and Chief Instructor Li Jian led Old Zhou, Old Lu, and Su Yang toward the training ground.

Lu Xinxin pointed at Su Yang and quickly got up to greet them, not wanting to be scolded by her grandfather for being mischievous.

Following Lu Xinxin's finger, the machine gun man, the rogue man, and the giant were all taken aback. After all, Su Yang was too young.

"Are you kidding? He's just a kid. How can I lay a hand on him?"

"At his age, how can he be an internal martial arts expert?"

"Who cares? Bullying Little Xinxin is not giving us face. We'll teach him a lesson when we get the chance, but we'll be careful. The commanders are here, so we can't cripple him."