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Chapter 139 [138] Brother-in-law, I heard you became a warrior and killed a fierce evil with one punch?

Just as the alluring 3D beauty gracefully swayed her jade fan, Cheng Han's tenure as a patrol captain automatically entered the countdown phase.

This was the rule.

It was also an agreement reached between the Council Hall and the Black Armor Army.

Namely:

Those who condense a Body Tempering Seal must join the Black Armor Army.

Patrol Chief Zhen Shiping personally handled Cheng Han's suspension procedures.

This big shot even sighed with regret: "Our Qinglin City's genius young man has served in the patrol for too short a time."

Deputy Executive Duan Junhui personally informed him: "Ten days later, people from the Black Armor Army headquarters will come to pick you up and send you to the 'Black Mountain Camp'."

Deputy Director Yu Xianglong interjected: "Cheng Han, you must be starving, right? Go home and eat!"

A group of big shots laughed together.

"Grumble! Grumble!"

This was not the sound of pigeons cooing.

It was Cheng Han's stomach rumbling.

For a period of time after condensing the Body Tempering Seal, the body will enter a rapid strengthening phase, during which a large amount of food needs to be supplemented.

At this time, the gastrointestinal function will be completely activated, and the digestive ability will reach an astonishing level. Eating ten or eight meals a day is just routine.

In a word, a human-shaped rice bucket!

Squad Leader Liu Yidao finally caught an opportunity to interject: "Cheng Han, why don't you just eat in the squad's cafeteria? I'll order someone to cook right away."

As soon as these words came out.

Yu Xianglong was a little eager and tentatively asked: "Cheng Han, the food in the cafeteria is too bad. Why don't you come to my house for dinner and try Meiyan's cooking!"

Liu Yidao's face immediately turned ugly when he heard this.

Even if you're eager to snatch him away, you don't have to describe the squad's food as 'too bad,' right?

And you even have the nerve to say let your niece cook, do you also want the clerk to warm Cheng Han's bed?

Unfortunately, the other party was his immediate superior, so Squad Leader Liu could only slander him in his heart.

Zhen Shiping decisively extended an invitation: "Cheng Han, you have made great contributions to the patrol. As the director, I should treat you to a meal."

Liu Yidao's expression became a little subtle.

He heard that Director Zhen had a granddaughter who seemed to be about the same age as Cheng Han. Could it be that the director also had this kind of thought?

Very likely!

Duan Junhui was also a little tempted, but considering that he was not too familiar with Cheng Han, it would be too presumptuous to suddenly extend an invitation.

From this moment on, the fierce "feeding competition" officially began.

However.

Cheng Han refused them all: "Thank you for your kindness, everyone, but I have a place to eat."

Yu Xianglong asked a little unwillingly: "Are you planning to go home? But there's no one at your house to cook."

Cheng Han smiled and said: "My middle school classmate and good friend Qian Qingqing should have prepared a sumptuous dinner for me."

As early as a quarter of an hour ago, he had heard the sound of the crystal energy car braking, as well as Qian Yiqing's negotiation.

Unfortunately, there were too many big shots in the post, and this guy was blocked outside the post.

Without a doubt.

Qian Yiqing heard the shocking news that his "future son-in-law" had become a warrior, so he rushed over to pick him up.

And the matter of "warriors turning into rice buckets after condensing the seal" was not a secret. The Qian Qingqing family was a wealthy family, so how could they not know?

When a group of people heard "classmate and good friend," they immediately knew they couldn't compete and had to give up.

"Whistle!"

Cheng Han whistled.

"Aang!"

A response immediately came.

Soon.

The feather beast Guagua stumbled over.

Cheng Han politely said goodbye, rode Guagua, and ran out of the post.

A group of people discussed.

Duan Junhui took the lead in asking: "Who is Qian Qingqing?"

Liu Yidao knew this in great detail and had seen the little girl in the post, so he immediately explained: "Cheng Han and Qian Qingqing..."

After listening to the story, a group of big shots quietly wrote down the name "Qian family" in their hearts.

Everyone understood that as long as Cheng Han didn't die, he would definitely become a big shot in the future.

No one dared to offend this genius young man, but it was best not to provoke those who were close to him.

The so-called "when one achieves enlightenment, even his pets ascend to heaven" was nothing more than this.

*

Twenty minutes later.

Cheng Han saw the little girl with a bright smile.

Her sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing her tender white wrists, and her slender hands were stained with flour.

Her hair was tied up, and a few strands of hair hung down from her temples, further setting off her fair face like snow.

She was also wearing a set of pink clothes with an apron around her waist. Although she was not yet fifteen years old, she faintly had the gentle charm of a "young woman."

Qian Qingqing asked directly: "Are you very hungry now?"

"Grumble! Grumble!"

Cheng Han responded with the sound of his stomach.

The little girl immediately grabbed his arm and pushed him into the house: "My mom and I have prepared some pastries for you. You can use these to tide you over first."

Cheng Han was not polite: "Okay!"

Just as he walked to the foyer of the mansion, the little girl's younger brother, Qian Changyun, was holding shoes and guarding the door.

The child showed a bright smile and called out: "Brother-in-law, I heard you became the youngest warrior in Qinglin City and killed a powerful evil with one punch?"

Cheng Han's footsteps paused.

It was only the second time they had met, and he was already being called brother-in-law?

Qian Qingqing's pretty face instantly turned into a cooked crab, but she didn't deny it.

It must be said, this little appearance was quite beautiful.

The rosy cheeks were like a red apple, making people want to take a bite.

Cheng Han's eyes swept over the little girl, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly before he replied: "Want to know how I did it?"

He felt that if he directly revealed his relationship with the little girl, it might reduce the impact of some admirers.

Qian Changyun squatted down and diligently placed the shoes at his feet, excitedly shouting: "Yes!"

Cheng Han changed his shoes, clenched his fist, and aimed at a stone at the door, striking it with his palm from a distance.

"Bang!"

The stone instantly shattered into a pile of fine sand, each grain smaller than a fingertip.

This technique used the ultra-high-end skill of "using divine power to control strength", which was even more powerful than the strike that killed the monster.

"Wow!"

Qian Changyun exclaimed, his eyes shining.

The child then did something interesting. He took a box and carefully scooped up the fine sand and put it in the box.

Undoubtedly.

This was prepared to be used as a prop to "show off to his friends."

Cheng Han smiled wryly.

Qian Qingqing snorted unhappily: "That's all you're good for."

The little girl urged: "Cheng Han, go eat something quickly."

She unceremoniously ordered her younger brother: "You go be Cheng Han's waiter. You're responsible for finding whatever Cheng Han wants to eat or drink, understand?"

Qian Changyun happily agreed: "Leave it to me!"

Being a waiter for the "most genius warrior of the Black Armor Army" was something only a fool would refuse. Saying it out loud would surely make his friends envious.

*

The following dinner.

Was like a warm family routine.

Cheng Han ate voraciously, his stomach like a bottomless black hole, which made the family click their tongues in amazement.

If his parents weren't nearby, the little girl might have even reached out to touch it.

Qian Yiqing took small sips of tonic wine, chatting about various rumors of the Black Armor Army.

Madam Qian was busy in the kitchen, occasionally coming out to ask if the taste of the dishes met his taste.

The usual cook could only assist.

This confirmed one thing to Cheng Han: his mother-in-law's craftsmanship was indeed extraordinary.

Qian Changyun diligently poured tea and water. Although he was a little clumsy, his attitude was impeccable.

This child, perhaps instructed by someone, asked: "Senior, you've been getting hungry very quickly these days. Why don't you just live at our house?"

Qian Yiqing's movement of holding the wine glass immediately slowed down.

Cheng Han thought for a moment and did not refuse: "Okay!"

It was foreseeable that there would definitely be a steady stream of visitors when he returned home, and hiding in the Qian family could also provide a lot of peace.

Qian Changyun was straightforward: "Senior, before you came, my mom had already ordered the servants to clean up a guest room for you."

Cheng Han's expression became strange as he listened.

So this family had been planning this for a long time.

The hand holding Qian Yiqing's wine trembled slightly.

Why couldn't this dead child control his mouth? He told everything!

However.

Cheng Han underestimated the speed of the news's spread.

He also underestimated the sensation of him becoming a warrior.

Before long.

Guests came to the Qian family.

Qian Yiqing left the restaurant and went to the living room to receive the guests.

Two minutes later.

The middle-aged man returned to the restaurant with a strange expression.

Qian Qingqing asked curiously: "Who is it?"

Qian Yiqing gave the answer: "Old Liu from next door is here. He heard that Cheng Han is at our house and specially sent over some ingredients."

Cheng Han was stunned for a moment.

Of course, he knew that the "ingredients" that his future father-in-law was talking about must be rare and hard-to-find goods.

Qian Qingqing covered her mouth and giggled: "Cheng Han, you have such a big reputation."

Cheng Han shook his head speechlessly.

Old Liu's visit was just the beginning.

Over the next three hours.

Qian Yiqing hardly sat still for more than ten minutes.

Every once in a while, someone would come to visit with all kinds of good things, chat briefly, express their concern for a certain genius young man from afar, and then leave the ingredients and leave.

The community where the Qian family lived was a high-end community, and the residents here were either rich or noble.

All the residents of the entire community came to visit.

Without exception.

Faced with this amazing scene, Cheng Han increasingly felt that hiding in the Qian family was a wise choice.

Otherwise, not only would the threshold be broken, but even the ground at the door would be worn down.

Qian Qingqing glanced at the room where the ingredients were placed and came back to express her amazement: "This is the first time in my life that I've seen so many good ingredients piled together."

Qian Changyun looked at his brother-in-law with obvious admiration.

Although he was young, he wasn't stupid. Of course, he knew that the "neighbors' collective gift-giving behavior" meant that his brother-in-law's reputation was probably even greater than he imagined.

Madam Qian was a little worried: "There will definitely be more guests at home tomorrow."

Qian Yiqing calculated silently and gave a prediction: "At least two hundred."

Madam Qian shook her head and corrected: "You only calculated the relatives of the Chamber of Commerce and the Qian family. Most of the people from my mother's family will also come to visit."

Qian Yiqing became more and more surprised as he calculated: "Then there will be at least three hundred people. It will probably be busy tomorrow."

Qian Qingqing suddenly interjected: "There are also guests from No. 15 Middle School, as well as many guests from the patrol, and perhaps people from the Council Hall."

She corrected her father's data: "Perhaps more than six hundred people."

Cheng Han added: "There may also be people from the Black Armor Army."

Qian Changyun's idea was more direct: "My brother-in-law probably won't be able to finish all the food sent by so many guests in half a year."

The child inadvertently called out "brother-in-law" again.

When the couple heard the word "brother-in-law," they scolded him together.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Children shouldn't talk nonsense."

But their tone was very light, with almost no meaning of reprimand, and sounded more like "admonishment."

Qian Qingqing directly imposed a punishment.

She pinched her younger brother's earlobe with her fingernails, pinching him lightly several times in a row: "I told you not to control your mouth."

"Ah~ It hurts~ I was wrong~ I won't call him brother-in-law anymore~"

The couple ignored the children's play, but just looked at each other, their eyes containing both joy and worry.

What was joyful was that, judging from this posture, their daughter had indeed hit a super jackpot, and the Qian family was not far from prosperity.

What was worrying was whether they could steadily grasp this wealth that they had obtained.