233: Chapter 172: I Specialize in Punching Faces!
_2 233: Chapter 172: I Specialize in Punching Faces!
_2 The virtual environnt technology of this world had actually developed to such an extent.
Watching Brian with his unsophisticated appearance, Xide chuckled, “Our NW organization, in biased research projects for health preservation, longevity, and individual combat strength, isn’t really outstanding among the major international organizations.
Our only advantage is probably that we’re wealthy…”
Speaking of which, he held up his wine glass, “There’ll be so duel-style entertainnt later on, and I expect there will be so fools looking for trouble.
Just play along; don’t lose your temper.”
Brian frowned slightly, “Because of my background?”
Xide nodded:
“In front of you, among the current twelve second-rank sequence staff of the action departnt, there is only one who, like you, cos from a civilian background, but his wife is the daughter of a billionaire.
“In fact, other than the initial founding of the NW organization, when there was a need for civilians to test the stability of those reagents, cultivating a large number of civilian enhancer experts, in the decades that followed, you are one of the few true civilian staff who climbed up the ranks on your own rits.
“Normally, this kind of thing would only happen in the ard departnt with high casualty rates, so in the eyes of this crowd, you’re an anomaly.”
Brian remained silent for a mont, then nodded, “Thank you for the reminder, Minister Xide.”
Xide shrugged his shoulders and said with a light laugh, “No need to thank , because I’m the lucky one who got promoted thanks to his wife.
Susan is a bit impulsive in temperant but not a bad person, and her family background ranks quite high within the NW organization.
Seize the opportunity well.”
Brian: …
No wonder he felt that this old man had been very kindly to him from the start.
Turns out, they were birds of a feather.
…
During the casual conversation.
The various group leaders and the veterans of the NW action departnt had also arrived at this virtual reality hall one after the other.
Brian was undoubtedly the main attraction of this gathering.
Quite a few people ca forward to introduce themselves, hoping to get acquainted.
So of the female staff even boldly recomnded mbers of their own families, or directly offered themselves, hoping to get a taste of this rising star and go for the younger-man-older-woman relationship.
When the crowd dispersed,
Susan ca over with Rajag.
Looking at Brian holding a bunch of contact information, Susan spoke sarcastically, “Yo, Brian the Autopsy Officer, you’re quite popular, eh!”
Brian shrugged and put on a thick-skinned facade:
“Can’t help it, gold shines wherever it is.
If I weren’t outstanding enough, I wouldn’t have attracted you, either.
You were able to recognize this gem early on, which ans your insight is much sharper than theirs.”
Susan rolled her eyes, wanting to scoff at Brian’s thick skin.
But Brian didn’t give her a chance to speak.
Ignoring the onlooking and gossip-loving Rajag, he grabbed Susan’s small hand and placed it over his chest where that ‘Courage Bullet’ was located:
“Susan, thanks for your courage bullet.
Before going on stage, my legs were trembling with nervousness; it was your bullet that gave courage.
This must be the power of love.
I will cherish it and carry it with to the grave…”
Susan’s face flushed visibly at a rapid ‘speed’.
Feeling her hand being held down and the strong heartbeat it conveyed, her mind beca dizzy, and she forgot to even question Brian.
By the ti she ca to her senses, Susan had already followed behind Brian, standing there as if they were a perfect couple, shielding the rest who were trying to claim Brian, this promising stock, for themselves.
…
Perhaps it was Susan’s identity that afforded Brian so convenience.
Until most people had greeted Brian, not a single person lacking in discernnt had jumped out wanting to spar with Brian and test the strength of this Dawn Warrior.
Just when Brian thought the day would end just like that and he could take Susan back for so intimate ti,
A mature middle-aged woman, accompanied by a tall and handso young man, approached them.
Looking at the woman, Susan’s expression shifted slightly as she respectfully said, “Instructor Oli.”
Instructor…
Brian glanced at the handso man beside the middle-aged lady, who was looking at him with hostility, and smilingly wrapped his arm around Susan’s small hand, “Susan, when did you get an instructor?”
Susan explained, “For a long ti in my childhood, I trained here, and Instructor Oli was our gunmanship teacher.
She’s also second-rank sequence staff in the ard departnt B sequence – The Sharpshooter.”
“Oh~”
Brian nodded and smiled at the middle-aged woman, “Hello, Miss Oli, I am Susan’s boyfriend.
Thank you for the guidance you gave Susan in the past.”
Their cordial behavior made the young man beside the middle-aged woman clench his fists.
He was about to speak but was pulled back by the sleeve of Oli, the middle-aged woman, and managed to regain his silence.
Oli ignored Brian and turned to Susan with a smile, “Susan, it’s been a long ti since we last t after you left for Washington, I didn’t expect you to return to NW and join the action departnt in the end.
Oh, this is my son, you’ve t him when you were kids, he was very excited and happy to hear you’ve co back.”
The courtesy vanished from Susan’s face:
“Miss Oli, my boyfriend was speaking to you.
At your age, haven’t you learned basic manners?
By the way,
does your son with the crooked eyes have a problem with his vision?
Instead of spending ti here, you might as well take him to get checked out.
I have no interest in getting to know a fool.
Excuse my bluntness, but he doesn’t look too bright.”
To disrespect Brian was to disrespect her!
Susan would not give her any face!
She was done calling her instructor!
Oli: …
She hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from Susan and felt so regret, but it was soon replaced by anger, and the thought of introducing her son vanished.
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