After reminding everyone, they surrounded Xie Xingjun and asked about Chen Feiyu's identity.

Xie Xingjun smiled bitterly and said, "His name is Chen Feiyu, he is only 19 years old this year."

"Chen Feiyu? Is he also a child of a wealthy family?" Suddenly, a thin-faced, tall man, about twenty-five or six years old, stroked his chin and frowned and curious.

His name is Xing Jinlong, and he is the captain of this special forces team. Although he is young, he has become a famous master in the East China Sea Military Region and has great military achievements. Even Xie Xingjun, known as the "Soldier King", is slightly inferior to him.

Of course, the reason why he was interested in Chen Feiyu was because he had a good impression of Qin Lingfei. When he saw Qin Lingfei taking the initiative to care about Chen Feiyu, he felt a sense of crisis, so he was concerned about Chen Feiyu's identity.

"No, Chen Feiyu is not a child of a noble family." Xie Xingjun shook his head and denied it, saying: "As far as I know, he has lived on the mountain since he was a child, and it has only been less than two months since he went down the mountain."

"So it's a rustic bun." Xing Jinlong immediately sneered, wrapped his arms around his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was very confident and proud Qin Lingfei would never fall in love with a local bun like Chen Feiyu, but he also made a decision. If he had the chance, he must slapped Chen Feiyu's aura in front of Qin Lingfei, so that Qin Lingfei knew that Xing Jinlong was the best man.

Xie Xingjun frowned and was about to defend Chen Feiyu a few words, but Xing Jinlong waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, continue to practice. There are two sets of one-hand push-ups, one set of 500, you can't sleep if you can't finish it."

Suddenly, there were ghosts and wolves howling on the playground.

Xie Xingjun's words came to his mouth, swallowed them back, shrugged, and went to train.

Chen Feiyu didn't know that he was despised by Xing Jinlong, the captain of the special forces team. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care at all.

At this moment, he followed Wang Hujun and Qin Lingfei to a large conference room.

There was a general in his sixties sitting inside, wearing a majestic military uniform, but judging from the military rank, he was actually taller than Wang Hu's army. He was a Chinese general!

His name is Duan Zhenge, and he is the leader of the East China Sea Military Region!

Wang Hujun and Qin Lingfei walked up to him and saluted.

"Chief, the person has been brought. He is Chen Feiyu, but... Qin Lingfei hesitated after saying this and continued: "But he is injured now."

Duan Zhenge nodded, not at all surprised, and said, "Okay, Ling Fei, you go out."

Qin Lingfei saluted and walked outside, just passing by Chen Feiyu. She glanced at him slightly, then walked out.

In the huge conference room, only Duan Zhenge, Wang Hujun, and Chen Feiyu were left.

Duan Zhenge's cheeks were thin and angular. His whole body exuded a murderous aura of a superior, as if he had often been tempered on the battlefield of blood and fire. He looked at Chen Feiyu, his eagle-eyed pair of sharp and deep eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts, and said lightly: "Are you Chen Feiyu? You are younger than I thought."

"You invited me here, probably not to talk about my age, so it's better to go straight to the point." Chen Feiyu was not polite and sat directly on the chair.

Duan Zhenge frowned slightly. He was a big man in the entire huge China, and no one dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

Wang Hujun smiled bitterly and said, "Old Duan, Chen Feiyu is injured now. I will have to take him to treat him later. Don't beat around the bush, just say something."
Chapter completed!