The most unbearable thing is that he can't stand dirt and mess. He can't stand any dust in any corner of the house and he has to take at least five or six baths every day.
After coming back from a trip, it is necessary to take a shower, disinfect your whole body, and then change into clean clothes.
If anyone accidentally touches his clothes, he will change clothes immediately, even he, as his father, is not allowed to touch them.
Wearing black and white clothes all year round and being picky about wearing white gloves, he is even more troublesome than some women.
Because of his special situation, he originally supported him to do research at home, so that he could avoid going out and contacting more people. But he didn't know what was wrong with him suddenly, and he joined the military without a word.
He also used his abilities in scientific research, his extremely high martial arts skills, and his efficient and brutal methods to reach his current position in just ten years.
As a father, he feels proud of this.
But there is one thing he has never quite understood why, with his situation and temperament, he would join the military. Doesn't he think the battlefield is dirtier
He had asked him this question before, but he always gave him a 'I do'.
See, it's so willful.
A trace of confidence flashed in Renault's eyes: "You don't have to worry about this."
As usual, he didn't get a satisfactory answer, and the old marshal was so angry that his beard stood on end.
"You little bastard... you little bastard... you are still so willful."
"You were the one who proposed this research project, and you have been supervising it. Now you are giving up and you are not going to do it anymore. What are you going to do with the rest of us?"
No one, including the old marshal, knew why Renault suddenly called a halt when the plan was going well and was about to succeed.
"No, you're not trying to tell me that the person you're looking for is on that desolate little planet, are you?"
Compared with the people in the Presbyterian Church, the old marshal knew his son better.
He had a flash of inspiration and quickly got to the point of the problem.
"Yes, she is waiting for me there."
Renault did not deny it. Thinking of the person he was about to meet, a smile flashed across his dark brown eyes, but then quickly disappeared. He glanced at the other people in the meeting room lightly but threateningly.
"So, I won't allow anyone to hurt her."
"If anyone dares to hurt a hair on her head, I will turn him into cosmic dust, and his spirit will forever dissipate at the end of the universe."
At this moment, Renault's face was cold and domineering, with a strong murderous and bloody smell on his body. He was completely different from the cheerful and sunny man who was in the mood to tease Su Qiao when he was chatting with her before.
The elders were of course very dissatisfied with this answer.
Everyone looked at the Great Elder, who pondered for a moment.
"Renault, we have no objection to you looking for your partner, but you can't give up our plan because of her. This plan is related to the survival of all the people of the At Federation."
The other elders echoed.
"The Great Elder is right. If you want to protect her, then just do it. You can't protect the entire tribe just because of her, right?"
Renault glanced at everyone calmly: "I don't know where she is right now. Before I find her, no one is allowed to kidnap the humans on that planet. As for the rest, I'll deal with it after I find her."
After all, this plan is related to Renault's own life, and he doesn't really want to stop it.