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"Oh, you're the junior, right? Well, this is our newly appointed Vice President. If you have any matters, just discuss them with him. I need to handle some other issues." After lowering her posture a bit, Liang Wuxuan seemed to be unimpressed and directly tossed the big guy from the Martial Arts Club over to let the two of them get acquainted.
She then ran off to another place, seemingly indifferent to the identity of the new President of the Royal Academy of Basic Studies.
As for Li Xiao, who had been caught off guard and thrown into the mix, he appeared honored, seemingly flattered that the President would think so highly of him.
He also felt somewhat displeased with this President of the Royal Academy of Basic Studies, who seemed to overshadow him in demeanor. It was clear that the threat posed by this person was far greater than that of his fellow who merely relied on brute strength and came from an ordinary background.
In this situation, the two appeared to hit it off quite well, exchanging smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes as they shook hands, their gazes sparking a silent tension.
"Hey, you seem to really dislike that Prince. Are you jealous? How cute!" Noticing Yang Xiaoyou occasionally glancing at the prince, Liang Wuxuan playfully hooked her arm around his shoulder, her ample figure brushing against Yang Xiaoyou's arm in a way that made it hard to pull away.
"Yeah, yeah, are you satisfied now, my President? Just try not to attract too much Firepower towards me; I'm still recovering," Yang Xiaoyou replied with a roll of his eyes at the overly affectionate Demoness.
"Oh come on, that fellow has some connections with my family. If he's trying to get close to me, it's annoying. I've already helped you with so many needs; can't you help me out just a little?" Liang Wuxuan said in a pitiful tone, her eyes sparkling in a way that could rival Liu Lianyue's acting skills.
"Connections? Really? You have connections with him? Tsk tsk, it seems like a starving camel is still bigger than a horse," Yang Xiaoyou remarked with some surprise.
The Prince Feng Lin indeed had some connections because Feng Lin's grandfather was the Royal Chief Honorary Swordsmanship Instructor. Back in his youth, he had a relationship similar to that of Luo Guohui and the United States President.
As for Liang Wuxuan...
"My great-grandfather was named Liang Sicheng." Seeing Yang Xiaoyou's puzzled expression, Liang Wuxuan felt somewhat speechless. It seemed this fellow was too uninterested in school affairs; despite knowing about her uncle, he didn’t even know about her great-grandfather.
"Uh... Is he famous?" After awkwardly scratching his head, Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit lost. He only learned about Liang Wuxuan's uncle due to some significant events in his memory; back then, he was solely focused on escaping and knew very little about other matters.
"Fine then, my great-grandfather's father was named Liang Qichao." After giving this clueless guy an exasperated look, Liang Wuxuan helplessly continued.
Even if Yang Xiaoyou was oblivious to worldly affairs, he certainly knew who Liang Qichao was. His influence on the current landscape of the Chinese Empire was directly related to past reforms and differed from other key figures.
Liang Qichao might not have been exceptionally talented, but after the reforms succeeded, he gracefully stepped down from his position and returned home. He managed to avoid a series of bloody political struggles that followed—truly an example of someone who knew how to read the times.
Without a doubt, seeing Liang Wuxuan’s family affairs now made it clear what benefits had arisen from that elder’s decision to resign voluntarily back then.
Many of the most powerful ReformParty backbones have fallen, but their Liang Family remains the same. After understanding this, Liang Wuxuan’s family does have a certain connection with the royal family. “Reincarnation is also a technical job, and all the foundations have been laid, Tsk Tsk and this Prince. It doesn’t seem to be very good now. I am satisfied with my situation." After glancing at the popular Prince again, Yang Xiaoyou was also a little speechless. To sum it up, Zhu Qibiao’s protégé who is busy doing experiments, Li Hong, seems to be his cousin or cousin on the plane, because Li Xiao was arranged by Liang Wuxuan to specially receive that person Your Highness, the two of them naturally sat in the same position to 'discuss'. LiangWuxuanI came directly to Yang Xiaoyou Beside and sat down. "Hey, are you ready?" Seeing Yang Xiaoyou who was a little listless, Liang Wuxuan said with a mysterious smile, looking very charming. "What are you preparing for?" Yang Xiaoyou said feebly while leaning against the window and yawning, keeping his body in a state of self-repair. "Teach that Your Highness a lesson. Aren't you also dissatisfied with him? It's best to just let him feed the sharks." Liang Wuxuan patted the vital point between Yang Xiaoyou's legs with some dissatisfaction. She rolled her eyes at him charmingly. Seeing how bold this fellow was, Yang Xiaoyou was not to be outdone and pinched the plumpness of her chest. You could feel the elasticity of the fleshy balls through her clothes. They were so plump and thick. "You're not wearing anything." YangXiaoyou also muttered while enjoying the wonderful touch on his hands. "You're done." LiangWuxuan on the other side took a blanket and covered the two of them. Then he stretched out his hand towards Yang Xiaoyou's lower body and quickly reached his pants. , opened the zipper, and actually made such a bold move directly on the plane with so many people nearby. It made Yang Xiaoyou feel ashamed. But he didn't show any weakness at all. Instead, he slipped his hands into the other person's clothes under the cover of the blanket and stroked her plump breasts. While enjoying her stimulation below, he felt the elasticity and smoothness in his hands. , and then fiddled with the top part, "Huh? Is it a nipple patch?" Feeling something in the way, Yang Xiaoyou also asked strangely based on the knowledge in the book. "It's a Band-Aid." Liang Wuxuan, who sounded slightly nasal after being pinched, and who seemed to be more bright and charming, also glanced at him seductively and said lazily. People far away would probably feel quite devastated if they knew about the two of them.
It is known that many people occasionally steal glances at their ideal goddess, and for Yang Xiaoyou, who can share a blanket with her, they would wish nothing less than to see him burned alive.
And if they were to learn what was happening under that blanket, they could only imagine the chaos that would ensue.
"Why stop the surveillance? The audacity of selling weapons to those heretics deserves our bloody retaliation," a young man with a fervent expression, a Jewish Youth, complained to the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk at a secret location of Mossad.
Due to his special status, he felt no need to show deference.
"Their goods aren't particularly sensitive, and they do have quite a few connections. This group is merely in it for the money, with no political motives. We can't wipe them out completely; we can only concentrate our resources on those who truly pose a threat," the middle-aged man replied with a smile, leaning back in his chair while puffing on a cigar.
Graduates from the Tower indeed possess extraordinary abilities, but some Aspects are still too hot-blooded and lack experience.
"So what do you want me to do next? My people are already there," the young zealot said, frustration creeping into his voice.
"I need your people to use this as an excuse to investigate. There’s a primary target we need to pay attention to; it may involve weapons of mass destruction, which is what we should be most concerned about protecting our country from," the middle-aged man said, first soothing him with a smile before his expression turned serious and grave.
Upon hearing this response, the young man's demeanor shifted slightly. He understood that the path to his nation's founding must be one of victory; anyone who dared challenge them would face overwhelming force. They needed to instill fear in their enemies so that such thoughts would never cross their minds again.
Winning was essential; losing even once could lead to the fate of national extinction, forcing all their kin back into a life of wandering as they had in the past!
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