Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The black luxury car drove into a militarized base. As soon as it arrived at the entrance of the base, two tall foreign men pointed their guns at it and began to inspect their vehicle.

The car window was halfway lowered, and the two men saw the profile of the man in the back seat clearly. They immediately stopped checking and bowed slightly to let the car pass.

We drove into the base along a militarized road.

A red sports car was parked at the gate. Ling Che took a look, opened the door and got out.

At this moment, a burly, dark-skinned, middle-aged man with a crew cut was sitting in the lobby. He had just taken out a cigarette when the red-haired boy next to him offered him a lighter.

A man in black appeared at the door. The middle-aged man glanced at him and pretended not to see him. He continued to talk to the red-haired boy calmly.

Ling Che knew very well that Valen was dissatisfied with his late arrival.

It was polite of him not to put a gun to his head at the gate of the base.

He stepped forward, stood in front of the middle-aged man, and politely called out, "Mr. Valen."

Then he glanced at the red-haired man beside him. The man smiled and stood up to greet him, "Brother Che, nice to see you again."

Ling Che smiled and sat down on Valen's right.

Valen turned his head and glanced at the two bodyguards behind Ling Che, then returned his sharp gaze to him, "What did you call me before?"

Valen looked him straight in the eye and pretended to think for a moment. "In your language, it's called 'teacher', right?"

He looked at the man in black with a smile on his lips, "I haven't seen you for a few years. You feel so unfamiliar with me. I really want to hear you call me teacher."

"I'm no longer in the army, so calling you teacher isn't quite right." Ling Che continued smiling. "If you like me to call you that, I can continue to do so."

After he finished speaking, he politely called out, "Teacher."

Valen glanced at Qin Chao, then at Ling Che, "From what you said, we've already met in Country Y?"

Qin Chao explained with a smile, "Teacher, we met once by coincidence."

Valen smoked a cigarette, his dark eyes showing sharp insight. He looked at Ling Che, "Che, you haven't been back for a few years. Do you still remember this place?"

"Of course I remember." Ling Che also lit a cigarette and said with a smile, "Your training methods are still the same as before, cruel and inhumane."

This compliment, though hardly a compliment, made Valen's serious expression smile. "Out of a hundred recruits, only one in ten can last until they receive a mission, and only one in a hundred can survive a mission. It's even possible that none of them will survive."

Valen smoked a cigarette and looked at the armed forces outside. "One person, one mission, one million to ten million dollars."

He looked at Ling Che and said, "That's how you left the army."

Ling Che naturally knew what he said.

It is not easy for ordinary people to come here, and the first contract they have to sign is a life and death agreement.

When training here, life is the least valuable thing.

It is even more difficult to get out of here. Only by going on missions and earning commissions, and earning enough 800 million US dollars for the army, can you regain your freedom.

Eight hundred million is the strict rule here.

Some people die when they are halfway through making money, while others may die even after completing their last task.

And he happened to be the one who earned enough commission and walked out alive.

"I remember when you first came here, you were only ten years old."

Valen looked at him, as if recalling a scene from about twenty years ago. "You told me you had to come here for training. I knew you were a pampered young master, but I still let you join the army. Do you know why?"

Ling Che smiled and waited for his next words.

Valen looked him straight in the eyes. "Because I saw the wolf nature in your eyes, a wolf nature that doesn't belong to a ten-year-old child. I find it very interesting. I want to see how a young master like you dies little by little during training."

At this point, he smiled again. "But you really surprised me. Your endurance, your perseverance, and your intelligence far exceed your age. I admire you very much, this child from China."

Ling Che took a puff of his cigarette and blew out smoke rings slowly.

Of course he remembered it all, so from that moment on, Valen personally took him in, torturing him to death. He'd be left in the desert with a knife, or in the forest with a gun. This was a common occurrence, just to see if he could come back alive.

If he survives, it's his skill. If he dies, it's because he didn't learn the skills well enough.

"I remember when I asked you why you came to my army for training." Valen stared at him, "You told me one thing - there are too many people who want to kill you and your family, so you have to become strong, strong enough not to be slaughtered by others."

"You started taking missions at the age of sixteen, and left here at nineteen. You're the only Chinese to leave in the past ten years."

"Che, you're already strong enough." Valen extinguished the burning cigarette between his fingertips and looked at Ling Che with eyes like a venomous snake. "I'll give you another chance. I'll make you so powerful that you can do anything and make everyone fear you!"

Valen stood up and pointed at the armed forces outside. "See? If you become my successor, this elite force will belong to you. You will become their new leader!"

When Qin Chao heard what Valen said, he quickly looked at Ling Che.

Being able to take over this unit is an unattainable dream for the mercenaries leaving here.

Valen once wanted to hand over this unit to his son, but his son died during his first mission.

He is now in his early sixties and no longer has the physical strength or courage to lead a new group of people. Instead of handing over the unit to someone he cannot trust, it is better to hand it over to his most proud student who he has trained himself.

He looked at Ling Che eagerly, waiting for him to accept this grand invitation.

Ling Che's deep eyes were calm. He finished the last puff of his cigarette and looked up at Valen standing in front of him. His eyes were calm and he said, "Sorry, I don't accept it."

As soon as he said this, Valen's expectant face instantly turned dark, and his eyes were sharp and fierce.

He didn't expect Ling Che to reject him without even thinking.

"Why?" Valen asked him, "Because you are now a well-known business tycoon in China? Do you need a decent identity?"

Valen sneered, "Becoming my successor, you will not only earn countless fortunes, but also command a powerful armed force. Isn't this more meaningful than being a businessman?"

Ling Che had long guessed Valen's purpose for meeting him this time, otherwise he would not have called him a second time to invite him and let him arrive so late.

He stood up and looked at Valen with a faint smile on his face. "When I was ten years old, I first stepped into this place with a goal to accomplish. When I was nineteen, I walked out of here with something I had to do."

He said it clearly, "Teacher, since I left here, I have never thought of coming back."

What a "I never thought of coming back after leaving here"! Valen looked at the man in front of him without any fear, his eyes fierce. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed the gun at his forehead. "Have you ever thought that if you reject me, you will never be able to leave here!"