The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

The four of them wore the same outfit, down to even the details.
The way they tied the shoelaces on their dress shoes were precisely the same, clean and tidy, agile, and formidable, each one of them carried a majestic appearance, and each had their strong points.

From a visual standpoint, it was already a banquet, after adding the sharp aura around them, they would immediately become the center of attention once they stood together.

J5 looked very scholarly, a smile hung on the edge of his lips.
It conformed to his identity as an instructor, but he looked even more like a clerical staff. 

While K7’s eyes were cold, his handsome face looked emaciated, and his features had a defined look that only Europeans had.
After putting on his tailored suit, he gave off the impression that he was an attending physician who had just walked out of a meeting.
His indifference made others hesitant to approach him.

He was also acting as their leader’s doctor.

The bloodlust surrounding Q3 was much heavier than the other three, his proper yet robust facial features seemed carved out of the rigidness of metal.
Every move he made with his metal-like body seemed determined, as though he carried an indomitably sharp spirit.

Xia Jinyuan2Xia JinyuanProtagonist; Codename Q King; Member of an Elite Platoon buttoned up his suit then turned around to look at his teammates who he had not seen in a suit for more than a year.
His slender brows cocked upwards, and he laughed: “Starting tomorrow, we will be amongst the escorting staff.
The staff members do not have the bloodlust we have on our bodies; we’ll have to hold it in.”

“I’m a doctor; there’s no need for me to blend in.” K7 slowly but steadily buttoned up his suit; he raised his gaze that was very cold and indifferent.
He blandly said: “You guys need to work on it, especially you G3.
You’re currently a staff member.
Have you forgotten how to blend in after not going on special operations for more than a year?”

G3 adjusted his necktie that was slightly too tight.
His slender hands were used to holding guns, but now he was using them to adjust his tie.
Even though it was such a minute action, it was filled with a man’s masculine charm, giving off a unique atmosphere.

He took a glance at Xia Jinyuan, the edges of his lips curved upwards, and he revealed a rare, exciting smile.
“Don’t mention me; look at Q King.
Once he put on those clothes, why do I feel like I’m his staff member, huh?”

“No wonder I kept feeling that something was off.
Here I was looking for my problem, but now that you’ve pointed it out, I know where the source is.” J5, who was adjusting his outfit all along, was suddenly enlightened.
“We aren’t his staff members, okay? Who, besides him, can give off the arrogant air of a young master after putting on a suit? The problem that needs fixing is Q King.
Stop, stop, stop.
Don’t put your watch on yet, and please adjust your outfit after we leave, or else we’ll look like the staff responsible for helping the young master put on his clothes.”

The black, figure-hugging suit not only complemented Xia Jinyuan’s tall and eminent body, but it also managed to correctly complete his noble-like sternness that was hiding beneath his composure.

Confidence, calmness, elegance, grandeur; all of those got expressed with just the raise of his eyes and a smile.

His features were handsome and elegant; he wore a polite smile that was neither distant not intimate, not exceeding an ounce of enthusiasm, nor lacking an ounce of coldness.

That noble air around him was just right.
It would make people want to approach him without reason, while also fearing the cold indifference in his eyes.
They could only stand from far away and hesitate to contact him.

J5’s line of sight had swept over Xia Jinyuan no less than five times now.
As if remembering something, a glimmer of light floated past his eyes, and he switched the topic without anyone noticing, “Come come come, our Q King, shouldn’t you inspect this handgun that no one has claimed?”

There was still a small and exquisite handgun laid on the steel table.
It was a QSZ-92 9mm semi-automatic pistol that could be placed inside a briefcase.