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How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

This is a hot-blooded story. This is a story of growth. # Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase. Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue! Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil. Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant! In reality— Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"! The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!" "Deal!" The gavel came down. Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor. # This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast! This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred? # We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat; We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood. ——Mo Shangjun # [The Chapter of Passion] "Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier." ——What is your belief? ——You.

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182. Mo Shangjun's ability to lead troops is questioned [7 updates]_1

"Greetings, leader!"

Mo Shangjun's voice was clear and full of force.

The shift in aura and the change in her expression happened in just a fleeting moment, yet several people caught it in their eyes.

Like Ji Ruonan and Duan Zimu.

Like... Feng Xuanhua.

Mo Shangjun felt Feng Xuanhua's gaze on her as soon as it was directed her way.

One could say that most of the pressure she felt was coming from this man.

For his military rank, he was very young, not yet fifty, but looked even younger, in his thirties, mature and steady, with an air of authority that made it difficult to meet his gaze.

Just by looking at him, she knew that his junior would not fall short in appearance.

He looked at her not with scrutiny, showing no emotion, yet Mo Shangjun felt the weight on her shoulders, maintaining her composure as she met his gaze squarely, her eyes clear and unflinching.

Soon, someone from behind Feng Xuanhua spoke up, "And who is this?"