75: The underpants of the Hai Xing fleet

"Is the composition of this list too hasty?"

In the list, official forces only accounted for about 20%, while students currently enrolled in school made up 45%.

The remaining 35% consisted of various professions in society, including clerks, delivery riders, couriers, and the unemployed... there were even thirty homeless vagrants.

"Cultivation aptitude has nothing to do with one's profession."

The person seated first on the left, an old man with a resolute face and an imposing presence, spoke.

"Comrades."

"These five thousand people are crucial to the continuation of human civilization; we must place great importance on them."

The person seated first on the right, a middle-aged man with graying temples, responded.

"I will take responsibility for training these five thousand people."

"Agreed."

"Thank you for your hard work."

As the meeting drew to a close, the contents of the final file package appeared on the large screen.

[Detailed Information on the Hai Star Fleet]

When the data was displayed, a wave of uncertain, astonished discussion broke out in the conference room.

This could no longer be called intelligence; it was an encyclopedia dedicated to the Hai Star Fleet.

Fleet types, quantity, functions, parameters, and manifestations of combat power.

The combat power, personality traits, habitual tactics, and strategies of the Fleet Commander-in-Chief were all recorded in detail—even a burn scar on his rear end.

A total of 137,000 units, the data was detailed to a chilling degree.

"This..."

Some were speechless.

"This is practically stripping the Hai Star Fleet down to its underwear."

"Just who exactly is that figure from the Star Sea?"

"Let's not bring this matter up again. As long as he benefits our Dragon Country, he is an ally."

"Indeed. At the very least, judging by his current actions, he harbors goodwill toward our Dragon Country."

When the meeting concluded, the Dragon Country's war machine finally began to operate... In the back alley of a certain high school in Hangzhou.

"Did you bring enough money today?"

Five yellow-haired hooligans cornered two skinny students, frisking them until they had searched out all the money in no time.

"Seriously, just two paupers, only twenty yuan."

The two skinny students lowered their heads, daring not to speak, only hoping this group would leave quickly.

Not far away, Zhang Runrun and his buddy Xiao Qiang happened to be passing by and saw this scene.

Zhang Runrun raised an eyebrow, immediately tore off his school uniform jacket and tossed it aside, revealing the muscular physique of his upper body.

Xiao Qiang reacted quickly and grabbed Zhang Runrun.

"Run Ge, don't be rash!"

"Have you forgotten that you were beaten up and sent to the hospital last month for sticking your nose where it didn't belong?"

"Those people won't thank you, they won't even visit you in the hospital. I was the one who covered your medical bills."

The expression on Zhang Runrun's face was exceptionally firm.

"Qiangzi, I know you mean well, but I'm not doing this for their gratitude."

"My dad often taught me that a person must live with a clear conscience and not leave any regrets for themselves."

"If I choose to stand by and do nothing today, this incident will become a shadow over me for the rest of my life."

Watching Zhang Runrun's determined back, Xiao Qiang sighed inwardly, rolled up his sleeves, and decisively charged forward with him.

The leader of the thugs turned his head, saw Zhang Runrun charging towards them, paused in surprise, and then spat out the cigarette butt dangling from his mouth.

"Who are you, kid?"

"Me?"

"I'm your grandpa, just a passing hero, Zhang Runrun the Valiant!"

"Hahaha, I wondered who it was, turns out it's this idiot!"

A thug clutched his stomach and spoke to his companions beside him.

"Last month, this kid helped two bullied students in the west of the city, only to get thoroughly chewed out by those same students for sticking his nose in."

"Exactly! Daring to provoke those desperate guys on the west side—he was lucky just to be sent to the hospital."

"Your Grandpa Run always acts solely to maintain a clear conscience."

Before his words finished, Zhang Runrun took advantage of the thugs' distraction, launched a flying kick, and knocked one of them down.

Before the others could react, he casually picked up a brick from the ground and smashed it toward another person's forehead.

But after all, two fists are no match for four hands, and he was quickly pinned to the ground and severely beaten.

Although Xiao Qiang helped, it was still two against five, and they were not as physically strong as the opponents.

"That's what you get for playing the hero! That's what you get for sticking your nose in!"

While protecting his own head, Zhang Runrun also turned his body to shield Xiao Qiang from the majority of the blows.

"Are you stupid, Qiangzi? Cover your head!"

Just then, a teeth-grinding screech of brakes echoed from the alley entrance.

Several figures dressed in black uniforms rushed in. Their movements were sharp and decisive; in the span of three breaths, they swept through like a gust of wind sweeping leaves, knocking the five thugs unconscious onto the ground.

Zhang Runrun was startled, and he pulled Xiao Qiang, ready to flee towards the alley entrance, but he was immediately grabbed by two people, one on the left and one on the right, and quickly escorted out of the alley.

"Who are you guys?" Zhang Runrun asked, panicking slightly.

This was the first time Zhang Runrun had witnessed such a spectacle in his life, and he was quite flustered.

When Xiao Qiang chased them out of the alley, he only saw Zhang Runrun being shoved into a specialized vehicle that looked extremely sturdy.

"Run Ge!"

"What huge trouble have you gotten yourself into!"

--- Jingcheng, Xicheng High School, school athletic field.

"Look quickly, Jiang Mo is here!"

A girl gasped softly, turned around, and ran, terrified of what might happen to her because of him.

The previously lively athletic field instantly cleared a wide space around Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo was already used to this; he did not blame these people for their prejudice against him, because if he were in their place, he would definitely keep his distance too.

Jiang Mo's luck had been slightly bad since the moment he was born.

The doctor delivering him simply spanked his bottom as was customary, but because the doctor sneezed, the force was slightly too heavy, almost making him faint.

That bruise never faded throughout his growth.

Since childhood, he would trip while walking, choke while eating, and nearly drown while drinking water—he was practically a real-life Final Destination.

Fortunately, his parents were very optimistic people.

In his mother's words: "I deserve full credit for managing to raise him."

His father: "The sense of accomplishment is maxed out; every day is incredibly thrilling."

He lowered his head, trying to speed up his pace toward the dormitory building, but his left foot tripped over his right, he lost his balance, and plunged headfirst into the roadside greenery, ending up with a mouthful of dirt.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Jiang Mo struggled to raise his head: "Living is so hard."

Just then, amidst the gasps of the onlookers, Jiang Mo was grabbed by his four limbs by four people in specialized uniforms, hoisted into the air, and quickly rushed out of the campus.

"Huh?"

"Who are you people?"

The four people carrying Jiang Mo did not reply. The one running in front took out a specialized terminal, looked at it, and then turned his head to compare it with Jiang Mo's face.

"That's right, it's Sequence Two."

Jiang Mo was completely bewildered at this moment.

What Sequence Two?

The students watching the commotion were collectively shocked, staring at the scene dumbfounded.

"What just happened?"

"Was Jiang Mo kidnapped?"

"These guys have some serious guts, kidnapping even my Mo Ge. I bet they'll be wiped out before the ransom even gets delivered."

"I told you Jiang Mo was uncanny—even his kidnapping is ridiculous!"