C1 Soldier king

Zhang Chun was very agitated now.

The private room he was sitting in was on the top floor of the Tian Wei Tower, the tallest building in the city.

The night was beautiful.

In this 500m tall top floor, one could see the entire bustling city through the tempered glass.

There were many cars and lanterns here.

Directly in front of him, there was a huge head with a flat head and a pair of sinister eyes that seemed to be able to shoot out sharp blades.

"F * ck this dog. It's wearing a nice suit. You look quite like a dog."

The master of the big head called He Jian, a comrade who rolled in the same trench together with Zhang Chun.

"Big Sister, we were the weapon kings of the entire hiring department back then, and we have great stamina." The man with the big mouth and stinky nose bowed, lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Back in South Africa, this kid had to make use of the alcohol to work seven African women in one night."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Those old women couldn't even stand up straight the next day. They blocked the entrance to our living quarters and wanted our lives. You didn't see the look in their eyes, they looked just like a hungry female wolf."

Sitting in the same row with her big head was a middle-aged woman who wore a bit of makeup on her face.

Time had left a deep mark on her face, but from the appearance of the middle-aged woman, one could still see the unfathomable beauty of her youth.

Even though they were sitting on the same sofa with big heads, they were intentionally or unintentionally distant from each other. Especially when they heard the other party address them as "Big Sister", they subconsciously frowned their foreheads in dissatisfaction, but when the other party mentioned Zhang Chun, the Seven Night Goddess and the so-called exceptionally exuberant African woman, their eyes couldn't help but light up and the smile on their faces couldn't help but blossom slightly.

The picky look in his eyes swept across Zhang Chun's body, making him extremely annoyed.

Zhang Chun was very familiar with this gaze. It made him think of the look he had when he went to the market to choose a duck for beer.

"Nong was a soldier?"

The noble woman stood up gracefully, took small steps, and walked to Zhang Chun's side, kicking and kicking with great interest as she looked at him in circles. In the end, she even extended her extremely well-maintained hands, pinched his chest, and even touched his thighs.

Whoa.

This feeling made Zhang Chun's hair stand on end, his face pale white.

His muscles, which were originally as solid as stone walls, were now even harder than steel.

Zhang Chun stared straight at the huge head, a dagger-like gaze, he wished that he could cut a piece of the face right in front of him.

The latter laughed dryly and turned her face away. Different from Zhang Chun's eyes, only the trembling skin on her cheeks betrayed his current thoughts of laughing maniacally.

What Seven Night Overseer?

What do you mean by barricade the barracks door?

Mercenaries lived their lives with their heads on their belts, so how could they have the heart to look for women?

Furthermore, Zhang Chun's heart was even higher than the heavens. He was either on a mission, doing physical training, or studying tactics, and this twenty-three year old boy was still a boy who had yet to experience the world.

He was like his name, pure as milk.

"That's right."

The noblewoman nodded and returned to her seat, satisfied. She twirled her fingers, as if she was still savoring the aftertaste.

"Big Sis, don't worry. You're satisfied with our bag."

The noble woman did not utter a word, only her loose and relaxed eyes were filled with greed, as though she wanted nothing more than to skin Zhang Chun alive.

"Is there any problem with this health?"

"What's your psychological price?"

"The most important thing is, can you give birth?"

Her huge head slapped her thigh, looking extremely excited, causing the noble lady to tremble in fright. She unwillingly turned her gaze away from Zhang Chun.

"I knew that Big Sis would ask this. This is Zhang Chun's checklist, as well as the report from the male expert, Dean Jia, from the Three A Hospital that we specially invited." The huge head took out a thick stack of materials from the briefcase and cordially handed it to the noblewoman, "The thigh and waist muscles are all top-notch. Big Sis, don't worry."

The noble woman's expression became even more satisfied, and continued to look through the materials patiently, occasionally glancing at Zhang Chun.

"Look, Energy and Energy Index is at page 27, A + on both pages." As soon as he flipped through the pages, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Big Sis, at your age, you still want a child?"

The big head kept calling her big sister over and over again, but even someone like the noble lady, who had a lot of self-control, did not feel dissatisfied. She immediately raised her eyebrows and stared at the big head, then rolled her eyes, and continued to read Zhang Chun's medical report extremely carefully.

The restaurant on the top floor of the Tianwei Building was extremely quiet. There was no one in the large hall, only an obviously expensive record player from the Republic of China era, creaking and humming an old Shanghai tune.

The entire restaurant had been reserved by this lady.

The air seemed to freeze up a little. Seeing that his big head was crushed, Zhang Chun couldn't help but laugh at him. The latter's face did not change, but after a long while, he opened his mouth again in embarrassment.

"This big sis …" "Sis, everything is fine with us, but there's something wrong with us."

As soon as she said that, the noblewoman's gaze fell on the huge head, her eyes filled with wariness and hesitation.

"About this, the mercenaries have always been fighting for their lives on the battlefield. My brother was unlucky and had his ears blown off by a shell."

The huge head kept rolling its eyes as it sized up the noble lady's expression while speaking nervously and carefully.

"However, it does not affect his physique or how you use him. How about this, based on the original three hundred thousand, he will get a 10% discount. Oh, a 20% discount, it can't be any less."

"Pata ~ ~ ~"

The lady finished reading the last page of the medical report and suddenly pressed the thick stack of reports onto the table. She was so shocked that her big head tightened.

"Oh? No wonder he didn't say anything after sitting for so long. "However, it's better if he's deaf, or else I have to be on guard against him leaking the secrets of our Jiang family."

The noblewoman elegantly lit a cigarette, her expression becoming more satisfied.

"The price I'm offering is one million yuan per year. As long as I serve him well, money is not a problem."

The old records continued to hum, and the frozen air seemed to thicken.

A million yuan was about the same amount as a normal mercenary's death pension.

Another mouthful of thick smoke was exhaled from the noble lady's graceful lips, enveloping the eye-catching "No Smoking" sign hanging on the side.

The noble lady stood up, crooked her finger at Zhang Chun, then turned and left.

"Tomorrow, come by the company and get the check."

Tat tat tat.

She went down the stairs without looking back.