It was Julia's turn to be surprised. Her eyes looked at Huo Xue's face inch by inch. While she was amazed, she also asked, "Don't you know?"

"The bodyguards around the supreme commander of the Chinese mercenary are all elite Chinese special mercenary elites. Every month they have to select the best players in Europe, America, Africa, and Oceania to rotate. Unfortunately, the area in China has just emerged, and its strength is not able to compete with the special forces of any continent, so the students have never been qualified to increase their ranks."

Julia changed her mind and moved the focus back.

"But from you, the situation has changed a lot. After the results of each subject are released, the commanders of each continent want to compete with you in person. And you, No. 13, as the King of Soldiers, are currently standing out in all comprehensive training, so naturally they are the first to bear the brunt."

Huo Xue really didn't expect that there would be such a thing, her lips squeezed and she didn't say anything.

Why should we transfer personnel from all regions around the world? We also change every month? Are we not afraid that novices need time to prepare when they are familiar with the employer environment?

This so-called top Chinese master is like the person behind the scenes.

What exactly does he want to do?

Julia in front of her noticed Huo Xue's changing emotions, raised her eyebrows and teased, "Why, nervous?"

"Report to the chief, no." Huo Xue replied.

"Yes, why are you nervous? You have given Chinese people a face!" Julia looked back with clarity, looking straight at Huo Xue, always trying to find a clue. "And, I've heard something."

Huo Xue raised her eyes and wanted to continue listening.

Julia smiled and continued.

"This superior has a good impression of Chinese Kung Fu. He has long wanted to transfer people from China. Unfortunately, before you came here, there were no soldiers in China. So as soon as your achievements came out this time, many people were already impatient."

"By the way, No. 13." Julia suddenly thought of something. "You are Chinese, but before, you seemed to have some grappling skills? Do you know Chinese Kung Fu?"

Chinese Kung Fu?

Huo Xue frowned. The Chinese boxing routines are quite deep, and practitioners often tend to grasp the characteristics of the form and forget the original purpose of boxing during the practice. Learning these boxing techniques is like being a bodyguard for others, which is obviously impossible.

The routine is skin, and the strength is bone.

Even she herself still lacks constant words.

Compared with other countries, Chinese people are indeed considered relatively short. To be honest, before meeting Mr. Li, she could hardly imagine how a person who had never learned Sanda, fighting and boxing could be able to use the so-called Chinese kung fu to be able to ease among a group of great men.

After all, in international arena competitions, those bragging kung fu masters are usually beaten to death by fighting players and eventually become disgraced. Such things have long been common.

But Mr. Li broke her concept. His hands looked weak and boneless, but they were actually soft and hard, and they were not allowed at all. Although her current moves looked very powerful, they were probably vulnerable compared to Mr. Li.

Every time Mr. Li pushes it seem inadvertently, countless forces will gather and seep into his finger bones. After it is transferred to her, it will continue to move forward and seep down.

If she hadn't experienced it personally, she wouldn't believe that someone could control such evil forces and allow them to wander through the veins of the whole body, unblock the meridians, and retract and release them freely.

If you have the chance, you will definitely go to Baiyun Mountain as Li Jing mentioned to find Master Jinghui.

After saying goodbye to Julia, Huo Xue left the military region.

No one stopped her along the way, nor did any superior tell her about her personal bodyguard, so Huo Xue temporarily threw this matter behind her.

On August 22, 2003, Huo Xue took a train for a whole day and a night before returning to Quansha City, Nan Province.

The moment he opened the door, Huo Xue breathed the inland air polished by the vegetable garden and the banyan trees at home, and the chicks chirping sounds came from his ears, and inexplicably happy.

This is.

The feeling of going home.

There was no training against time, no rough sea breeze that shaves with sand, no hard and thin tortillas, and no sound of bullets spinning by.

There is endless peace and peace here that is comparable to a safe haven, the expectation of someone waiting for you to return, and the eternal protection and support.

Huo Xue moved his ears and heard the subtle buzzing sound from the house clearly.

Before entering the door, a red rc remote-controlled racing car was particularly eye-catching and circling around the concrete floor.

Huo Xue curled her lips and smiled.

This was what she bought for Huoqi.

And she still remembered that after buying this car, Huo Qi never touched it once.

At this moment, this rc racing car began to rotate casually in the concrete floor of the living room, moving forward, and turning back. The person who controlled it seemed to want to drift, but always overturned at the moment when it was about to succeed.

The boy's thin back came into his eyes. He, who had never liked to talk nonsense, was also silently controlling the handle.

Even though he failed many times in a row, he overturned the car every time. He did not complain at all, but silently turned the car over and continued to practice.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
Chapter completed!