No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 145 Your Grandfather’s Little Grandson

When Sun Chenghong heard this, he was immediately furious. Not to be outdone, he clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the conference table.

There was a dull thud, and a deep fist mark was left on the hard tabletop.

"Fuck! You bastard, don't think I don't know what you mean!" Sun Chenghong's eyes were wide open, and there was a flame of anger flashing in his eyes. He took advantage of the situation and shouted loudly:

"If I had passed the exam, would I have been favored by God? Damn it, my father had three sons, but I was the only one who didn't pass. It's shameful enough! How dare you, your grandson, expose my shortcomings in front of me!

I call you the little marshal, I really give you face, right? "

His voice was deafening, as if it was going to overturn the entire conference room. Everyone else present was startled by his sudden action, and they obviously didn't expect that Sun Chenghong would dare to be so arrogant in front of everyone.

Wang Yongchang originally intended to make Sun Chenghong realize the current situation, but at this moment his face suddenly changed and became extremely ugly. He had never expected that Sun Chenghong's reaction would be so fierce and he would not care about his face at all.

He locked his eyes on Sun Chengkong, his rage burning in his chest. A strong urge surged in his heart, and he wished he could kill the other person right there and then.

"Okay, okay, don't make a fuss. Xiao Cheng, what's wrong with you being in Emperor's Heart? I heard a while ago that

You directly admitted three students to Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School, but according to the standards, only one student actually met the requirements.

But you gave one of them an exception and approved the other without even taking the exam. Don’t you agree?”

Yan Chunqiu, the principal of Modu Mosuo School and former commander-in-chief of the East China Theater, spoke in his slightly old voice.

“Of course we all know that you are a fair and selfless person. The students trained by Xiao Linzi must be truly talented and have potential, right?

But there has to be a limit, right? Relying on the fact that he is the son of Mr. Lin and a former student of Wushen Wuda, he is holding on to Qingcheng and trying to threaten us with his own life. This is not wise.

Yongchang's father was a soldier all his life, so he naturally inherited his father's straightforward temperament and spoke more directly. But in the final analysis, if too much power is given and cannot be properly controlled, then it is natural to moderately take back some of the power. "

The old ones are still the most experienced. With just a few words, he not only pointed out that Sun Chengkong abused his power for personal gain, but also distorted Lin Zhonghan's original intention of protecting Qingcheng and being righteous, and portrayed him as a reckless second generation who relied on his family background to bully and threaten them.

Ultimately, these words once again put the issue of taking back the power of the God of War Wu Da clearly on the table.

Sun Chenghong sat upright in his seat, his fists clenched tightly. Although he was furious, he could only suppress his anger.

He could confront Wang Yongchang head-on because he never took this second-generation rich man seriously.

But when it comes to Yan Chunqiu, the situation is completely different. During his tenure in the East China Theater, Yan Chunqiu's military exploits and contributions were substantial and obvious to all.

Not to mention how many talents he has trained during his years as the president of Mosuo Wu University.

Although there may be differences of opinion on certain issues, Sun Chenghong is well aware that he does not have sufficient position or basis to refute Yan Chunqiu's decisions or opinions.

Lei Zhanchao, the president of Lei Ting Wuda University, picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and then slowly said: "The bigger the fist, the more powerful it is. It is not impossible for a sixth or seventh rank warrior to be appointed as a general. As long as you can show your due talent, it is not a big deal whether you take it back or not!

Modern warriors are mainly divided into three categories.

First, Wuhan University students.

Second, the military warriors.

Third, social warriors.

Or we can add a new category, warriors who inherit martial arts from their families, but these people will generally also join Wuda.

Whether it is a martial arts student or a military warrior, actual combat is the main focus, with grade as a secondary consideration.

There are three types of Wuhan University: one is called Wushen Wuhan University, one is called Sansuo, and the other is other Wuhan University.

Wushen Wuda is the best among them. I think no one here has any objection to this, right?

In our three institutes, the people who come out of Di Xin are either commanders or commanding officers, anyway, they are officers.

Most of the students sent out by Mo Suo are scouts, and they are directly affiliated with the "Black Ice Platform" after graduation. They are naturally superior to the students of Wushen Wuda, so it is inevitable that they are dissatisfied.

There is no need to mention us in Lei Ting. We have the lowest threshold and are directly under the military. I am both the principal of Lei Ting and the chief of the military.

What difference does all your fighting make to me? At most it will just mean a change of leadership.

Marshal Wang is right. In recent years, the number of students graduating from Wushen Wuda has been decreasing year by year, let alone those who can reach the ninth-grade grandmaster level.

Strength determines everything. No matter how great the contributions of a leader may have been, it is only natural that his subordinates will not obey him if he is weak now. "

Lei Zhanchao paused for a moment, looking at the faces of the crowd, some pale and some pale, and then continued with disdain:

"What this world lacks the most are people with ruthless hearts and bad consciences, but they are the ones who live the longest, hahahaha.

But everyone should not even deceive themselves. What is the fundamental reason why the number of deaths and injuries among students of Wushen Wuda increases year by year?

Why is the number of applicants decreasing year by year? I was just like Xiao Cheng, and I didn’t get into Wushen University.

Even when I think about it now, I still feel regretful. Haven't any of you ever longed for it at all?

Of course, if I had really passed the exam, I would not be alive today, and I would not be able to sit at the same table with you.

I, a reckless man, don't know what you are up to, but everything should be done in moderation."

"Hahaha, Principal Lei has become a reckless man. Isn't this a joke?" Ye Jianying, the commander-in-chief of the Southwest Theater, sat next to Lei Zhanchao and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

“I would like to have some opinions on not taking back the power of Martial God Wu Da, but, as you know, my battle zone has suffered so much damage over the years, and cracks have appeared one after another.

After I went to see the City Lord Gu, I went to see Principal Yan, and after I went to see Marshal Wang, I went to see Commander-in-Chief Zhang. At that time, I didn't see you hold a meeting to discuss it, or anyone come out to say something and help me.

If it weren’t for the graduates of Wushen University who came to my Southwest War Zone and squeezed me into the position of commander-in-chief.

If he had become the commander-in-chief of my Southwest War Zone, our Southwest region would have been gone long ago. Now he is guarding the Earth Abyss and cannot move, and you are bullying his juniors like this, isn't that too much?"

Yan Chunqiu stopped Wang Yongchang who wanted to speak, and his attitude was extremely gentle. He lowered his head and looked at the video on the main seat:

"You can't say that. The strong are respected, so how can we talk about bullying? For so many years, Wushen Wuda has isolated itself from everything. Whether the students nowadays can still have the strong talent and potential like Commander Baili, we still have to verify it.

Why don't we all take a step back? In the four-school league, Wushen University has been absent for 35 years. Why not participate this year?

Three months later, in the imperial capital, the freshmen from Wushen Wuda will compete against the juniors and seniors from our alliance of three schools?

What do you think, Mr. Liu?

On the other end of the video, the screen was as dark as an abyss, as if it could swallow up all light and sound.

In this boundless darkness, a deep and hoarse voice slowly sounded, with an unquestionable majesty: "Okay, but there has to be a gamble. It doesn't matter if you live or die. Can you handle it?"

"Mr. Liu, what are you doing..." Gu Yuexiao, the lord of the imperial capital and also the chief of the three regions of Northeast, Central China and North China, frowned with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Mr. Liu, you also know that this is just a competition between students. Why do we have to fight to the death?"

On the other side of the screen, Elder Liu was silent for a moment, then he let out a deep laugh: "You want to take back the power of Wushen Wuda, but you are not willing to make even this little sacrifice? If you are so afraid of losing, then don't gamble. Little Yanluo, what do you think?"

"Let's make a bet and see if I can save him." The Medicine King Mucaozhi instigated the city lord and Yan Chunqiu to take the bet, and then looked at Sun Chenghong and Lei Zhanchao who had gloomy faces.

"Why are you so gloomy? If they die, it's their grandchildren and nephews. Do you really think you are such reckless men? Use your brains!"

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"Hahaha, kid, you're the King of Medicine, but your brain is still so sharp." Old Liu couldn't help laughing after listening to Mucaozhi's words.

"That's for sure! Is my senior brother okay? Please let him out for some fresh air in this league."

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