Wu Wen Yue became the first instructor in the juvenile detention center who could not get off the hook after being put in order by a student. Not only that, she was even humiliated. In front of the crowd, her attempt to cover her embarrassment was torn by An Xia, and her face was lost. Because, as long as one …

The sullen Instructor Wu was set up by An Xia to the point of losing face, and she shouted angrily, “An Xia, this is a juvenile detention center, how dare you cause trouble?” “I dare not, I’m just asking for guidance. Why? Is it because you knew that you didn’t teach well, so you have a guilty conscience and don’t …

At this moment, the four missing men had been delivered out of the juvenile detention center.  Cheng Ming squatted in front of the four men who were already cold and carefully examined their wounds before whispering, “Captain, the moves Miss An used are similar to ours.” This time, even he could not be sure that there wasn’t something strange about …

“Instructor Wu?” The teaching assistant’s voice rose slightly, Wu Wen Yue suppressed her panic, scowled, and reprimanded in a cold voice, “In here, put away your bossy temper, and if you cause trouble again, you won’t just be locked up in the small black house!” She warned, “There are more punishments to make you well-behaved and they are waiting for …

Cheng Ming’s voice came closer and closer. However, the two, who were standing at the door of the small black house, were so headstrong that they did not move at all. One was waiting for an answer. And the other was waiting to go inside.  Mu Chen Yuan’s thin lips were pursed and there was a hint of frustration, but …

After a brief surprise, Mu Chen Yuan heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground, and he heard a suppressed scream from a man’s throat. It was deep and smothered, because someone was covering his mouth and nose to prevent his voice from being too loud. “Hiss….” An Xia had taken care of the last man. She was skilled, …

The commander-in-chief of the Imperial Domain, An Xia, a generation of God of War, and the Almighty Lord, marched and strangled soldiers during the day, and eliminated assassinations at night. They were all not difficult for her. She prefered killing the enemy at night rather than fighting during the day. Her enemies needed light. She wanted to deal with them …

An Xia, who was confined to the small black house, would be fine even if she was not protected by Mu Chen Yuan. After being locked for three days, she sat cross-legged, motionless and not afraid. It was just confinement with no food or drink, no big deal. She meditated cross-legged, closed her eyebrows and kept her energy consumption to …

At night, the cold wind wailed, like an unwillingly defeated warspirit on the ancient battlefield, trembling and sad. Cheng Ming closed the windows that were open during the day, and then opened the curtains. The orange halo of the small table lamp clearly reflected the anxiety on Cheng Ming’s face. Three days, An Xia had been sent to the little …

Escort her personally? Mu Chen Yuan glanced at the three-storey abandoned old building and frowned a little. That was a coincidence, he wasn’t thinking of sending her to the small black house. “Cheng Ming and I won’t be here for too long, 15 days at most,” Mu Chen Yuan said finally. “Be careful after that.” The general had instructed that …