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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.

Fruit Store's Bottle · Urban
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560 Chs

046, Not convinced!_1

"Rookies, are you convinced yet?"

Mo Shangjun's voice was as desolate as ever.

Word by word, it pierced through the drizzling rain, the howling cold wind, and fell down like a lethal weapon.

In an instant, hearts tightened fiercely, and complexions grew especially awkward.

The next moment, everyone's gaze locked onto Mo Shangjun, their fiery eyes filled with an unbeatable fighting spirit.

"Not convinced!"

Two words roared like thunder, deafening, their force seeming to skyrocket, echoing throughout the entire second squad's area.

There was a pause for a few seconds.

Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes, a mocking smile forming on her lips, as she asked deliberately, "Really not convinced?!"

"Not convinced!"

The same two-word reply came, but the voice was louder than before.

Even the grounds of the first and third squads could faintly hear the stir.

Mo Shangjun toyed with a whistle in her hand, her gaze coldly sweeping over them, "So, what do you want to do?"

"Train!"