Just his luck, he also had the skill to make you utterly convinced with a good walloping, those who weren’t convinced had to secretly fume, or else nobody knew what other tricks he might have up his sleeve.
More often, he magically found a legitimate reason to give you a beating, leaving you hopping mad but completely helpless against him.
He had high combat skills and was also clever, completing many tasks flawlessly.
His superiors had a love-hate relationship with him, while his subordinates both resented and feared him, so, when Zhao Xin accidentally let slip the nickname Chiang Xiao had given him, the name "Tyrant Meng" began to resonate in the Alliance District.
Everyone said, the nickname suited him well!
At that moment, Tyrant Meng, exuding an aura of "keep away from me," headed towards the communications room.
Before he even arrived, a communications soldier came running out, waving a letter in the air, "Captain Meng! You’ve got mail!"
In an instant, the iceberg melted, the sunshine burst through the thick clouds, and bathed the land. Spring was warm, flowers bloomed, birds chirped, and a gentle breeze caressed the face.
Meng Xinian took the letter, his fingers caressingly felt its thickness first, and he appeared somewhat satisfied.
The communications operative gaped at Meng Xinian in stunned silence.
Oh dear, even he suddenly felt that Captain Meng was devastatingly handsome, what to do?
Apparently, when Tyrant Meng’s aura turned warm and fuzzy, he became breathtakingly beautiful!
"Thank you, Xiao Qian."
My goodness, even his tone was so gentle, as if a spring breeze was whispering in the ear.
The communications operative Xiao Qian dumbfoundedly watched Meng Xinian, glowing as he walked away with the letter in his hand.
Gee whiz, was that really the same Tyrant Meng who recently caused everyone to wail and howl?
Meng Xinian’s dozen or so team members watched from afar as Meng Xinian approached.
Zhao Xin stood at the front, squinting his eyes to take a good look, "There, there, there! The captain has a letter in his hand!"
"Quick, take a closer look, what expression does the captain have?"
"Let me see, let me see!" Zhao Xin scrutinized again, and a few seconds later, he excitedly slapped his hand and shouted, "He’s smiling!"
The men behind him leaned on his back, one of them even climbed on top, one hand on his shoulder, the other shading his forehead like a far-looking monkey, declared with doubt, "No way, no way, let me get a clearer look! Captain Meng smiling? That’s a frozen face! Oh my, he’s actually smiling!"
"For real? Is it raining roses? Let me see too!"
Zhao Xin cried out in agony as he was toppled over by a group, creating quite a chaos on the spot.
Meng Xinian walked over to them, casually glanced at them, then said, "Rest for twenty minutes."
Huh! He didn’t scold them!
And his tone was so mild!
And he even gave them a twenty-minute break!
Everyone looked up at the sky in unison; was it really going to rain roses?
"Sister-in-law finally sent a letter! Saving us from deep water and scorching fire!" Zhao Xin silently exclaimed in his heart.
Although everyone knew Meng Xinian was waiting for a letter, specifically from his fiancée, Zhao Xin didn’t dare say anything more, to avoid speaking out of turn again—that could be terrible!
Meng Xinian walked to a big tree and sat down in its shade, looking at the characters on the envelope, he immediately frowned.
Who wrote these bulky and twisted characters?
He refused to believe that these were Chiang Xiao’s handwriting! That girl, allowing herself such sloppy calligraphy?
Carefully, he tore open the envelope, and a thick stack of letter paper tumbled out.
Meng Xinian took a deep breath, never having expected to look forward to reading a letter so much.