I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

After leaving the Sakura Country, Chen Jiajun made a secret trip to South Korea where there was still a major event that was unfinished.

In a villa in Jung-gu, Seoul, a home-cooked meal led to the decision of a major action.

"I'll go see them off."

Mr. Han, who is about to become the boss of South Korea, stood up and went to the door to see his team members off.

"Axiao, have you been injected with super soldier gene serum like Captain Federation in the movie?" Yin Xien asked the question in his mind.

On the trip to the Eastern Capital, he faced an army of tens of thousands alone, forcing the entire Sakura Country to bow its head...

Such individual strength is no longer within the normal range no matter how you look at it.

"I guess so. By the way, I still have one injection of beauty gene serum here. I'll give you one too." Chen Jiajun sensed that the woman in front of him could be strengthened by him using the Dragon Soul Coins.

Of course, he would not tell anyone the secret of the Dragon Soul Coin, and would make it more acceptable to outsiders if he replaced it with 'Beauty Gene Serum'.

"Ah?" Yin Xien asked in confusion.

When I looked up, I found the man taking out a syringe?

Syringe!!

Yin Xien looked at the scene in front of him, a strange look flashing across his face: "This gene serum is injected here?"

This is a dining table. Shouldn't this be in a top-notch medical ward?

"Well, it's fine here." Chen Jiajun installed an ordinary beauty needle into the syringe. The needle was naturally just an illusion on the surface.

"Where do you want to hit?" Yin Xien saw the man coming towards him with a syringe. While he was asking, his forearm was already pierced by a needle.

Asked out loud: "Why do I feel that you are not very professional?"

"It's unprofessional." Chen Jiajun spoke frankly. It had nothing to do with needles. Any needle would do. The main thing was to use consciousness to input the energy of the Dragon Soul Coin.

"Why don't you give me a beating? It's better for me to do it myself. Hey, it works..."

There was no stinging pain as I had imagined, and my whole body felt like it was wrapped in a warm ball of light.

A moment later, Chen Jiajun put away the syringe and walked outside: "Let's go."

"Do we need to fight again next time?" Yin Xien stood up to see him off, picked up a mirror and asked.

"unnecessary."

"Wait a minute..." Yin Xien looked in the mirror. His face looked even better than when he was at the peak of his appearance at around 26 years old.

Just stunned!

Beauty gene serum, this is too scary. In just a few seconds, not only did her appearance return to its peak, but she also felt her body was full of energy and vitality...

This is truly God's work!!

She quickly asked, "This needle is very rare, right? How much is it? Can I buy a few more?"

"One is enough, any more will have no effect." Chen Jiajun replied.

"I mean, if others also want to fight, is there still any chance? Those wealthy ladies will definitely ask me all sorts of questions when they see my current appearance."

Yin Xien continued, "They will pay tens of millions, hundreds of millions, or even more for beauty."

"No, it has nothing to do with the price. It's about your physical condition. If you can use it, just send it here."

"Then be careful on the road, and see you next month."

Watching the man drive away, Yin Xien withdrew his gaze, knowing in his heart that it was his physical condition that made it possible for him to use it.

This kind of masterpiece that transcends the scope of human beings must be extremely rare.

Thank you, Mr. Chen.

She looked in the mirror again, feeling very happy: "How come I look so good? I am so beautiful, Ms. Yin."

---

A few days later, the Qinglong Armed Live Broadcast Room started broadcasting again after a year, instantly causing a sensation on the Internet.

The number of people in the live broadcast room is growing explosively by hundreds of thousands and millions:

"Has the God of War returned?"

"Anyone here who read this book? Please come out and share your thoughts on the burning of the Junkoku Shrine. Write a 500-word post-burning reflection."

"What a pity! If only it hadn't been burned, it would have been a constant source of blood for the books."

"Good morning, I'm Ah Zong, your host for this event." Xiao Zong pointed his camera at a dragon robe. "I'm currently at the British Museum, preparing to start the free shopping season."

"..."

"..."

All the viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned.

Go to Britain to buy for free, at least you can finish the shopping first. But how can you shop when so many people see you before you even start?

"Brothers and sisters, seriously, I'm not joking this time." Xiao Zong said seriously.

Facing the disbelief of the barrage——

The camera pans to a museum worker, who opens a translator and says, "Employee, please wrap up this dragon robe for me. I'll take it away later."

The Chinese words spoken were instantly translated into English and spread.

"What?" The staff was stunned.

Xiao Zong continued politely, "I mean, please pack this dragon robe for me. It's a cultural relic of our Dragon Country. I want to take it away."

"Are you kidding me? Leave now or I'll call security." The staff member shook his head, obviously having encountered someone with a mental problem.

"Oh..." Xiao Zong sighed.

This instantly caused a barrage of ridicule:

"Host, stop embarrassing yourself there, or you'll get beaten."

"It's just like what they said. Are you kidding me? They asked you to pack it up and take it away. Do you think it's possible?"

"A Zong, you're out of your mind."

While joking, the audience saw the host walk up to the dragon robe counter, pull out a short piece of rebar from the live broadcast pole, and start knocking on the counter.

The host's voice continued to echo in my ears: "We in the Dragon Kingdom have always emphasized courtesy before force. Everyone saw it. I just spoke to the museum staff and asked them to pack up the artifacts for me to take away. If they don't agree, then I'll have to do it myself. Anyway, the courtesy part has been taken care of."

"..."

The audience was stunned.

It sounds like the principle of using courtesy first and then force is the right one, but after thinking about it carefully, I feel that something is not right.

No matter what, the anchor is...going to get beaten!!

I could already hear the frustrated voice of a foreigner: "Security, security, there's a disturbance here..."

But after waiting for ten seconds, one minute, three minutes...

No security came out to stop the anchor from prying open the counter, and even the foreigner's voice disappeared.

This is obviously extremely abnormal!!

Countless people asked: "Host, you are not serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. I'm not joking."

Xiao Zong turned the camera to the surroundings and said, "See? They tried to stop me from buying for free here, but the fate of these security guards and staff is that they can only watch helplessly."

In everyone's sight, they saw that the security guards were pinned to the ground and were being tied up with ropes by some masked people.

The barrage completely exploded:

"This is the official British museum. You're so awesome, host!"

"A Zong, you are so arrogant now, does the God of War know?"

"Brother Xiao must have been there too, otherwise how could the little Zongzi dare to act so arrogantly? Give him ten times the courage."

"After not seeing you for a year, I have a new respect for you, A Zong. Support the Qinglong armed forces and bring back all the treasures of our Dragon Kingdom."

"Anchor, where is the God of War? I want to see the God of War."