Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 649 - 648: Submitted to the State

Chapter 649: Chapter 648: Submitted to the State

Eh? He actually knows?

Upon hearing that Commander Xiang had heard of it, Wang Hao suddenly felt a glow on his face!

This was a big shot in the military area, and he actually knew about our movie!

"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Hao chuckled: "Isn’t this why I’m here? Commander, please look at this..."

"Mm," Commander Xiang, lounging on the recliner, gave a shake and closed his eyes to rest, saying, "Tell me, what brings you here?"

"It’s like this," Wang Hao hurriedly shared his thoughts with Commander Xiang: "Our movie opens with a scene where a soldier sacrifices himself while on a mission, and the four main characters return his ashes just as his hometown is undergoing a forced demolition..."

He then explained the entire plot to Commander Xiang.

After he finished, Commander Xiang, with his eyes closed, didn’t speak. With him silent, nobody else dared to speak either, and suddenly, the small courtyard fell eerily quiet.

Commander Xiang tapped his fingers on the armrest of the recliner rhythmically.

No one knew what he was thinking, or whether he would agree with the plot Wang Hao presented.

"Mm, I understand," Commander Xiang mused for a while before he finally spoke. However, his words were completely unrelated: "Little Wang, ever thought about becoming a soldier?"

"Eh? A soldier?" Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and laughed, "Being a soldier is fine by me, I actually look forward to life in the military, but I’m afraid I really don’t have the time right now..."

"That doesn’t matter," Commander Xiang opened his eyes, subtly shifting the topic once more, smiling, "I’ve heard you have an identity called ’Sheet Hero’, am I right?"

Eh? He actually knows about this too?!

"Yes... there is such an identity," Wang Hao said awkwardly, scratching his head, "Commander, what is this about..."

Commander Xiang sighed deeply, then got up from the recliner, and Wang Hao quickly gave him a hand: "Take it easy, Commander..."

"Hehe, not bad, young man," after getting up and pacing the courtyard, Commander Xiang suddenly said, "Little Zhang, take Little Wang to change clothes, and make a call to the military department while you’re at it, get Little Wang an identity as a reconnaissance soldier."

What the heck? What’s going on here?

Wang Hao was totally baffled, but as the other party was the Commander, Wang Hao simply stood there, letting them make the arrangements.

Soon, Little Zhang came back carrying a military uniform and handed it to Wang Hao, who then went to change.

At this moment, Zhao Zhenhao cautiously asked, "Grandpa Xiang, what is this about..."

"Don’t ask now, I have my plans," Commander Xiang waved his hand, and soon after Wang Hao returned in his new clothes, Commander Xiang’s eyes lit up: "Haha, indeed, the good-looking ones still need to be offered to the nation—that’s the absolute principle!"

Wang Hao: "..."

You must be checking Weibo every day!

But I do like hearing this, hey, offering oneself to the nation occasionally isn’t too bad!

"Commander, do I look okay?" Wang Hao, now dressed, spun around for Commander Xiang to see, laughing, "Didn’t disappoint you, did I?"

"Very nice," Commander Xiang patted Wang Hao’s shoulder, then said, "Come, sit down. I have something to discuss with you today. Whether you want to do it or not, it’s up to you."

Looks like he’s setting the terms.

Wang Hao naturally knew the Commander’s terms wouldn’t be a simple task, but since he was already here, not to mention that he was asking for a favor—even if not—when such a high-ranking commander asks you to do something, you’ve got to do it, right?

"You say," Wang Hao quickly nodded.

"It’s like this," Commander Xiang took a deep breath and said, "The United States has sent some special forces here for an internal exchange, and these soldiers, I don’t know how they were trained, their physical abilities are unbelievably good. Our soldiers have had a bit of trouble under their hands. Little Wang, you are quite skilled, and now you are one of our soldiers, so what do you say..."

As soon as the big shot said this, Wang Hao immediately understood.

So that was it.

It was clear that, despite his calm and methodical appearance, this big shot, after all, had the pride of a soldier. The American special forces coming to the Heavenly People’s Republic to strut their stuff was definitely something he couldn’t stomach!

So, seeing Wang Hao, and knowing about his identity, asking him to stand up for them seemed perfectly natural.

"Sure, I’m in," Wang Hao immediately agreed: "Commander, you tell me to go east, and I will never go west. If you tell me to catch a dog, I’ll never chase a chicken!"

Everyone burst into laughter at his amusing answer.

Commander Xiang patted Wang Hao’s shoulder, smiling, "Very well, young man, you indeed have that adventurous spirit." He then instructed the waiting Little Zhang, "Prepare the car, we are leaving now."

Little Zhang snapped to a salute: "Yes!"

On the road, Wang Hao quietly asked, "Commander, are these American soldiers really that tough? Our special forces didn’t manage to beat them?"

"Of course," the Commander’s expression turned serious, explaining, "The group that came this time includes three individuals, as analyzed by our expert team, all of whom have undergone special training. They’re all about two meters tall, each weighing around two hundred kilos, with very developed muscles and no extra fat. Calling them war machines is no overstatement, and the key point is that these three seem to have been injected with some special kind of hormone that gives them a high resistance to pain."

"So that’s how it is," Wang Hao immediately nodded in understanding.

The commander had spoken lightly, but one could imagine just how perilous it really was.

After all, in the military, real special forces, such as the commander’s bodyguards, could easily kick an ordinary person five or six meters away. Yet these people were actually defeated... One could imagine the strength of the opponents.

The car drove very quickly, and about ten minutes later, they arrived at a very huge training hall.

This was a hall covering about 30,000 square meters, which looked just like a factory workshop from the outside but was completely different once inside.

At this time, in the hall, about five hundred soldiers stood neatly around the perimeter, while in the center, three extraordinarily burly American strongmen were punching sandbags.

None of their fists wore boxing gloves; they were hitting the sandbags barehanded, producing loud bangs!

One of them casually punched a sandbag that seemed very heavy, yet the sandbag nearly flew off from that single punch!

Just this alone was enough to prove this guy’s strength was absolutely extraordinary!

"Commander!" "Good to see you, Commander!" "Good to see you, Commander!"

Commander Xiang got out of the car, and soon a sergeant came over to meet him: "You’ve arrived."

"Yes, how is it?" Commander Xiang looked at the three American special forces and asked softly, "Is there a challenge today?"

"Ten challenged yesterday, ten losses." The sergeant saluted, seated the Commander by his side, and said through gritted teeth, "Today, many were planning to challenge, but I held them back."

Ten challenged, ten losses.

The sergeant spoke lightly, but Wang Hao could hear the anger in it.

One could imagine with their feet that those ten who lost were definitely not lightly injured.

"Yes," the commander nodded and then said, "Introduce these three to him."

"Alright," the sergeant immediately began the introduction to Wang Hao: "Among these three, the one with the small braid has very strong punching power; our warriors often can’t get up after being punched by him. The one with the yellow beard has incredible resistance to hits, and his body is very sturdy; our soldiers find it hard to injure him. The most formidable is the one with a phoenix tattoo on his arm; so far, no one has even been able to touch him."

After he finished the introduction, he looked at Wang Hao and sighed, "If you plan to take the field later, be extra careful."

Wang Hao nodded, acknowledging the kind advice.

"Alright, Little Li, find someone to demonstrate first." The commander nodded, then started making arrangements.

"Xia Jun, step forward!" The sergeant immediately shouted, and a soldier about 1.9 meters tall stood out from the crowd.

With someone stepping forward, the three American soldiers immediately looked over, and then these men gathered together giggling and started playing Rock, Paper, Scissors!

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" "Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

After two rounds, the yellow-bearded man laughed loudly, "It’s my turn to fight, seems like my luck is really good today!"

Seeing these few men being so arrogant, all the soldiers in attendance clenched their fists tightly.

Contempt! This was outright contempt!

These guys weren’t even taking others seriously!

Now that the yellow-bearded man won the Rock, Paper, Scissors, he immediately went up to the platform. Xia Jun also followed him up. After making some warm-up moves, they were ready to spar.

To speak of it, Xia Jun’s height of 1.9 meters wasn’t short, but standing in front of this yellow-bearded man, both his height and physique seemed a size smaller, giving off somewhat the feeling of a child challenging an adult.

"Ready!" The referee crossed his hands and looked at both sides: "Begin!"

"Come on," the yellow-bearded man gestured to Xia Jun with a hooked finger, "I’ll let you go two rounds first, how about that?"

"Okay!" Xia Jun didn’t hesitate, and as soon as his words fell, he punched toward the yellow-bearded man’s chest.

That punch could almost be called the greatest strength Xia Jun had ever exerted in his life; if an ordinary person had been hit by it, they would either die or be severely injured.

But when it hit the yellow-bearded man, it only made a "puff" sound; the yellow-bearded man barely moved, while Xia Jun’s face suddenly turned white and he staggered backward.

At the same time, his right arm began trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to hold his fist any longer.

"Haven’t you eaten enough?" the yellow-bearded man burst out laughing, looking at Xia Jun and taunting, "Such childish strength, you’re really disappointing me, hahaha!"

Listening to the yellow-bearded man’s taunts, everyone on site clenched their fists furiously!

But there was nothing they could do; it was unknown how this yellow-bearded man had trained to become so strong. Xia Jun was already one of the most formidable among them, yet he was still no match for the yellow-bearded man!

The yellow-bearded man laughed twice, then surveyed the audience: "Who else?!"

"I do!" Just as he was getting smug, suddenly a voice from below rang out: "If you don’t mind, I’d like to give it a try, hehe..."