The Ultimate Master: Starting from Meeting the Female CEO

Bai Yun looked stubborn: "I prefer to call you Ye Xuan!"

Ye Xuan was defeated by Bai Yun.

After venting to his heart's content, Ye Xuan sent Bai Yun home.

At this moment, Bai Xiaoman was riding a car to a villa deep in Yuhuang Mountain.

Bai Xiaoman has been here before and knows that this villa is a farmhouse.

After leading the five elites into the farmhouse, a young man with a flat head stepped out and his wary eyes fell on Bai Xiaoman, who was leading the team: "You are..."

Bai Xiaoman knew that he was not wearing a uniform and it was normal for the other party to ask such questions. He quickly introduced himself: "Bai Xiaoman!"

The flat-headed young man had obviously heard of Bai Xiaoman's name, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes: "My name is Meng Sanping!"

As he spoke, the young man with a flat head stretched out his hand to shake Bai Xiaoman's hand.

Bai Xiaoman held the flat-headed young man's hand, but before he could say anything, a strong force came from him.

A burst of pain stimulated Bai Xiaoman, and Bai Xiaoman couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

The expressions of the five elites who followed changed.

Meng Sanping let go of Bai Xiaoman, with deep disappointment in his eyes: "Bai Xiaoman is a famous catcher in the imperial capital!"

"I thought I had some special abilities, but I didn't expect it was a vase introduced by the organization!"

No matter where, due to publicity needs, an image spokesperson will be launched.

Some image spokespersons have real talents and knowledge, but some are also packaged by organizations.

Meng Sanping tested Bai Xiaoman just to see if Bai Xiaoman had real talent and learning.

After trying it, I was disappointed.

Hearing the insult in Meng Sanping's tone, Bai Xiaoman's expression changed.

But thinking of the important task, Bai Xiaoman suppressed his anger: "Who do we need to protect?"

There was a hint of mockery in Meng Sanping's eyes: "I wanted to borrow your strength!"

"But now it seems...it's not needed anymore!"

Bai Xiaoman finally couldn't help raising his voice an octave: "What do you mean?"

Meng Sanping shook his head: "It's not interesting, you can leave!"

Bai Xiaoman gasped for breath, and the five elites looked unwilling!

An old voice sounded at this time: "It's getting late. Since they are here, let them stay here for one night!"

"Come to the Imperial Capital with us tomorrow!"

Although the voice was weak and mixed with a few coughs.

But when he heard this voice, Meng Sanping's eyes showed respect: "Yes!"

After speaking, Meng Sanping turned sideways and made an invitation gesture: "Come with me!"

Bai Xiaoman and five elites followed Meng Sanping.

The villa has three floors.

Bai Xiaoman had just entered the first floor when he saw five young men with flat heads like Meng Sanping.

Everyone has a restrained energy, and everyone exudes a strong aura.

But maybe he heard the conversation between Bai Xiaoman and Meng Sanping.

Apart from being amazed by Bai Xiaoman's appearance, the five of them all had expressions of contempt on their faces.

This feeling made Bai Xiaoman feel like he had swallowed a hundred big-headed flies.

But thinking of the Chief Inspector's explanation, Bai Xiaoman for the first time did not have an attack.

Meng Sanping pointed to a room: "You guys, just rest inside!"

"Remember, no matter what noise you hear tonight, don't come out!"

"Otherwise, we cannot guarantee your safety!"

Bai Xiaoman's chest rose and fell slightly.

I was ordered by the Chief Inspector of the Imperial City Police Department to protect an important person!

This Meng Sanping's words are full of contempt!

Why?

His temper was ignited at this moment, and Bai Xiaoman's voice rose an octave: "Who are you looking down on?"

Meng Sanping smiled.

Suddenly he waved his hand, and a burst of energy shot out of the air.

"boom!"

There was a soft sound, and a three-inch-deep slap mark appeared on the hard cement pillar!

Seeing this scene, Bai Xiaoman's pupils shrank.

Although Bai Xiaoman is not a warrior, after all, Bai Xiaoman has been hanging out with Ye Xuan for so long, so he still knows something about it.

Judging from this palm, Meng Sanping is not only a warrior, but his level should not be much different from that of Yang Yuqing and Murong Mei!

Meng Sanping winked at Bai Xiaoman: "If you had half my strength, I would apologize for looking down on you just now!"

Bai Xiaoman clenched his fists loudly.

But in the end nothing was said.

The old voice sounded again: "Let that girl come up!"

Meng Sanping responded with a respectful yes.

Then, Meng Sanping turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Bai Xiaoman followed Meng Sanping upstairs.

When he arrived at the second floor, Bai Xiaoman saw six young men with flat heads on the second floor.

He is as tough as Meng Sanping and as restrained in spirit.

Everyone is assigned a position. Judging from the position, they are all fighting positions. They can complement each other's advantages and block the enemies attacking from the first floor with the highest efficiency!

The third floor is the same as the second floor, with six young men with flat heads.

In this way, there are a total of eighteen young men with flat heads.

When he came to a room, Meng Sanping knocked on the door and opened the door after getting the answer from inside.

A strong medicinal smell assaulted his nostrils.

Bai Xiaoman entered the room and saw an old man sitting on the sofa.

The old man's beard and hair are all white, and his face is full of wrinkles.

He was actually wearing two mink coats.

But the old man seemed to be still very cold and kept shivering!

This is obviously an old man who is seriously ill, and this person has not been heard of in the imperial capital.

Who is this old man?

The old man opened his eyes at this moment.

At this moment, Bai Xiaoman felt that the old man exuded a arrogant temperament.

The old man smiled at Bai Xiaoman: "Old Meng Yundong!"

Bai Xiaoman's pupils shrank and he lost his voice: "Northern Xinjiang Army God Meng Yundong!"

The land of Daxia is vast and the borders are thousands of miles apart.

According to different regions, the Ministry of War divided the border areas into four frontiers: southeast, southeast and northwest.

The leader of the army in southern Xinjiang was Wang Dingshan, the king of southern Xinjiang.

The leader of the army in Northern Xinjiang is Meng Yundong, the God of the Northern Xinjiang Army!

Unlike the king of Southern Xinjiang who wanted to support his troops and stand on his own, Meng Yundong, the military god of Northern Xinjiang, has always regarded guarding Northern Xinjiang as his unshirkable responsibility!

For this reason, Meng Yundong led the Meng family soldiers and 30 northern Xinjiang soldiers, throwing their heads and blood, and fighting for blood!

It can be said that Meng Yundong is the Dinghai Shenzhen of Northern Xinjiang.

Even the leader of the country, Long Tianhua, praised Meng Yundong: "With Meng Yundong in northern Xinjiang, I have nothing to worry about!"

But Bai Xiaoman never expected that Meng Yundong, the Dinghai Shenzhen of Northern Xinjiang and known as the military god of the generation, would actually be an old man who couldn't even speak without breathing!

Then, Bai Xiaoman seemed to remember something: "You are Meng Yundong, and those young men are Yanyun's Eighteenth Cavalry!"

"Right!"

Meng Yundong nodded: "Exactly!"

Bai Xiaoman felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart!

Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry is Meng Yundong's trump card.

The 18 people are extremely powerful and have made great contributions on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang!

He had just been despised by Meng Sanping, and he was still thinking of getting his place back!

But now that Meng Sanping's identity has been confirmed, Bai Xiaoman knows that even if he practices for another 100 years, he will never reach Meng Sanping's strength!