Female President's Ultimate Guard

"Third Uncle, when are you leaving?"

After learning about the specific tasks, Shen Dong asked about the departure date.

Regarding this matter, Shen Jianye was also very anxious, but thinking of the sudden incident and Shen Dong was still being assessed by the old man, he asked, "When will you be able to spare time at the soonest? This matter should be done sooner rather than later , so as not to change."

Shen Dong thought for a while, and said: "Is next Monday okay? It's an auspicious day, and it will allow me a few days to deal with the matter in hand."

For such a mission with a high risk factor, if it fails, it will be buried in a foreign country, and the country cannot mourn it with great fanfare.

Therefore, the superior leaders will generally meet the requirements of the other party as much as possible, so that the other party can participate in the task without any worries.

Shen Jianye thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, come here to gather here on Monday morning, and someone will send you to the Yunan border."

After leaving the military headquarters, it was already afternoon, Shen Dong did not go home, but went directly to the Lin Group and found Chen Dong.

He will be away for a while next Monday, so the safety of the family's three girls is a top priority.

Originally, he planned to ask Commander-in-Chief Tan Xiong for some people to protect Lin Wanqiu at any time.

But after thinking about it, this is a bit too special.

His every move now represents the Shen family, if someone with a heart is caught doing this, it will inevitably not bring trouble to the Shen family.

Shen Dong's request to Chen Dong is very simple, that is, Chen Dong must protect Lin Wanqiu's safety 24 hours a day when he leaves.

At the same time, he also selected several masters within the group to cooperate with Chen Dong.

After all, no matter how strong Chen Dong is, he is not a man of steel, he needs to sleep.

The next morning, it was still dark.

Zhong Wudi's room was full of people, and it was very lively.

These people were sent by the Zhong family, headed by the third elder, standing next to a man about 50 years old, dressed in black and long gown, with an unshaven beard.

This man is the second priest of the Zhong family, and his initial strength in the Xuanwu realm can be regarded as an outstanding existence in the martial arts.

There are also four disciples of the Zhong family from the Law Enforcing Hall, whose strength is slightly inferior, but they are also mid-stage or peak true martial arts fighters.

"Second brother, how did you do this?"

The third elder looked at the silver needle on Zhong Wudi's Tanzhong acupoint, and felt a chill down his back.

If it wasn't for Zhong Wudi's formidable strength, relying on his innate internal energy to carry it down, he would have died of exhaustion by now.

Zhong Wudi has been reduced to this point, and he feels very humiliated in front of his younger brother and all the juniors.

He sighed, saw that there was no outsider in the ward, and said bluntly, "Who else could it be? Shen Dong, those three boys from Zhong's family were lying in the next ward, and one was completely useless. The other two, and It doesn't make any difference."

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the second priest and the four disciples of the Zhong family were in an uproar.

Although the Zhong family is a family of martial arts, but because the society is stable, all martial arts families live in peace, so the Zhong family has not suffered such a big loss for a long time.

Zhong Wudi sighed, his pale face contorted: "Now is not the time to chat, hurry up, find a way to get this damn thing out of my Tanzhong acupoint. I stayed up all night, it's really I can't stand it anymore."

He didn't close his eyes all night.

Because he was worried that once he relaxed, the damn silver needle would kill him in an instant.

The third elder held his chin and looked at the silver needle. After thinking for a while, he murmured: "It seems that we can only force this silver needle out of the body by relying on the internal strength of us. Fierce look, second brother, you must hold on!"

"Come on, I will die anyway, I believe you!"

Zhong Wudi could only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

After all, if he continues to consume like this, he will die from exhaustion.

Immediately, everyone carefully supported him to sit up, and the third elder stretched out two fingers, and quickly sealed his big holes.

Then the third elder and the second priest sat cross-legged behind Zhong Wudi, while the four disciples of the Zhong family from the Law Enforcement Hall went forward to help even though they knew their internal strength was insufficient.

"Remember, I said to do it before I said it, and I said to withdraw when I said it. Don't have any hesitation, so as not to hurt yourself."

The third elder looked serious.

If this fails, not only Zhong Wudi will die, but the six of them will also suffer backlash and be severely injured!
The six people immediately concentrated their energy and poured the majestic inner strength into their fingertips. Following the order of the third elder, the inner strength of the six paths of hardness and softness poured into Zhong Wudi's body from behind.

These six majestic internal energies instantly opened up Zhong Wudi's meridians, and the already exhausted dantian was well replenished.

More than ten minutes later, with the sound of breaking through the air, the silver needle originally inserted in Zhong Wudi's Tanzhong acupoint suddenly shot out, pierced fiercely into the opposite wall, and made a buzzing and trembling sound.

The moment the six of them withdrew their strength, Zhong Wudi's whole body softened like a deflated ball, bead-sized beads of sweat fell down like pearls with a broken thread, and soon got wet There was a large sheet.

"Second Elder, are you alright?"

The second priest hurriedly jumped out of bed and asked.

At this time, Zhong Wudi drooped his head, breathing steadily, but closed his eyes tightly.

"He stayed up all night and fell asleep, let him have a rest!"

Seeing this, the third elder asked the four Zhong family disciples to help Zhong Wudi to lie on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

The six of them seemed to have experienced a big battle just now, and last night they only slept for a short while on the plane, their bodies felt a little exhausted, and they urgently needed to rest and recuperate.

But at this moment, the second priest was stunned, and jumped to the door of the ward with a tiger step, pushed the door open, and shouted sharply: "Who is it?"

At this time, Zhao Zhipeng, who was putting his head on the door, was startled, and when he looked at the angry second priest, he was even more frightened.

He came back to his senses, and hastily cupped his hands and bowed: "Senior, hello, I am the closed disciple of Master Zhong Wudi, and my name is Zhao Zhipeng. Last night, Master told me that all the seniors would come to Qingyang City, so he ordered me to entertain you." Seniors."

"Closed disciple?"

The second priest turned his head and looked at the third elder, thinking why didn't he hear Zhong Wudi mention it?

Zhao Zhipeng seemed to see the doubts of the two seniors, and hurriedly pointed to the next ward and said, "My nephew Zhong Xiao is in the next ward. He has woken up. Do you want to see him?"

As soon as these words came out, the concerns of the third elder and the others were instantly dispelled.

Early in the morning, Shen Dong came to the hospital to grab medicine.

He was not caught by Zhong Ling, but he was going to perform a mission on Monday, so naturally he had to refine some pills in advance, just in case.

Although the military will provide him with sufficient supplies at that time, the medical supplies are only some first aid kits, which are completely inferior to the elixir he made.

Just as he was carrying several large bags of herbs into the car, sat in the car and took out the list, and was about to go to other Chinese herbal pharmacies to see those scarce herbs, not far away, several familiar figures appeared in his sight .

"Zhao Zhipeng? The third elder of the Zhong family? Even the second priest came?"

Looking at the seven people walking towards the parking lot, Shen Dong's face was like a knife, but he didn't dare to show the slightest breath, and hurriedly lay down under the center console to avoid being discovered by the other party.

He muttered in his heart, why did the Zhong family send so many masters here?Just for Zhong Ling, or to avenge Zhong Wudi and Zhong Xiao?
Both are possible, he believes.

He saw seven people leaving the hospital slowly in a seven-seater commercial vehicle, and he followed with a kick of the gas pedal.

He will leave Qingyang City on Monday, and he doesn't know when he will come back. Whether he can come back alive is also a question, so he must kill all dangers in the bud.