I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Looking at An Jianjun's two outstretched fingers, Chen Zheng pondered for a moment.

The atmosphere in the office reached its lowest point at this moment.

"So, this is the result of what the higher-ups have decided?"

An Jianjun didn't say anything, he just nodded.

"I don't accept it," Chen Zheng said calmly as he sat back down in his chair.

An Jianjun immediately raised his head: "What did you say?"

"I said, I don't accept it," Chen Zheng said again, staring intently at An Jianjun.

Even without any murderous intent, the powerful sense of oppression emanating from him made An Jianjun's breath catch in his throat.

"If the second-in-command's word isn't enough, then I'll report it to the top leader."

Upon hearing this, An Jianjun suddenly jumped up from his chair.

He rushed to Chen Zheng, grabbed Chen Zheng's arm tightly, and whispered anxiously:

"You're fucking insane! Do you know what you're saying?!"

As he spoke, An Jianjun's hands were still trembling slightly.

It wasn't anger, it was fear.

"This isn't just a matter for one clan! It involves the entire power dynamics of the ancient martial arts community!"

"Why do you think they managed to get the higher-ups to give in? Because they banded together!"

"By reporting this to the top leader, you're going against everyone!"

"If you insist on killing the main family under these circumstances, not only will the main family survive, but those other powerful families will join forces without regard for the cost to find a way to kill you first!"

Chen Zheng's gaze remained indifferent; he simply looked at An Jianjun with a cold expression and gently pried his hand off.

"I'm not afraid."

Those three words sent a shiver down An Jianjun's spine.

He looked at the man in front of him; there was no impulsiveness in his eyes, only a calm.

Chen Zheng didn't say that on a whim; he had thought it through carefully and still couldn't accept it, which is why he said those words.

An Jianjun took a breath and realized that confronting Chen Zheng head-on was useless; he had to find another way.

His tone softened immediately.

"Chen Zheng, let me tell you what's on my mind."

"To be honest, you deserve a lot of credit this time, it's truly a tremendous achievement."

"Even if I, An Jianjun, have to risk my reputation, I will definitely fight for the honor that you deserve."

"You'll receive all the recognition, awards, and promotions you deserve."

"As long as I'm in this position, no one can trip you up on this matter."

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further.

"But this matter... is a scandal, not just a scandal involving the military, the political establishment, or aristocratic families."

"If this gets out, not only will the Zong family be finished, but the people and events that are implicated will also cause the entire country to lose face!"

"Why do you think the top leader would specifically delegate this task to the second-in-command?"

"It's because this thing is so dirty, so dirty that nobody wants to touch it!"

"Doesn't the second-in-command know that what he's doing is wrong? He knows it all too well, and he also knows that making this decision will be condemned by countless people, even by future generations!"

"But there's no way around it, this is a hot potato, whoever takes it will be in trouble!"

"Once foreign media find out about this and publicize it extensively, and the people know that powerful families still exist in China, society will inevitably descend into turmoil!"

Do you even understand anything?!

An Jianjun's tone was full of fatigue.

He tried hard to make Chen Zheng understand that this matter had reached a point where it was no longer a simple matter of right and wrong.

Chen Zheng listened quietly, then stood up, took a step back, and slowly shook his head.

This action made An Jianjun's heart sink to the bottom.

"Brigade Commander, I don't want any commendation."

"I don't want any awards, much less any promotions."

"Can commendations bring back the lives of those killed by Lan Meng?"

"Will this reward prevent the main family from harming others in the future?"

"Can a promotion really help broken families rebuild?"

A barrage of questions left An Jianjun speechless, unable to utter a single word.

Chen Zheng sighed, his gaze fixed on An Jianjun, the sharpness in his eyes gone, replaced by unwavering determination.

All I want is fairness.

"To seek justice for those who died."

"To demand justice for those whose lives have been destroyed."

"And let's also seek justice for the rank we hold and the uniform we wear as a reward."

An Jianjun fell completely silent.

He looked into Chen Zheng's eyes, and there was no anger, no resentment, only a kind of unwavering determination that made even this seasoned veteran, who had seen countless storms, feel uneasy.

With lofty aspirations and sacrifices, they dared to change the world.

Chen Zheng didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the door.

"Chen Zheng!"

An Jianjun called out from behind.

Chen Zheng paused, but still did not turn around.

An Jianjun stood there, watching that straight back, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

He wanted to say something more, to persuade him, to stop him.

But when the words reached his lips, they turned into a heavy sigh.

In the end, he said nothing, but just watched as Chen Zheng pushed open the door and walked out.

The door slowly closed, separating the office into two worlds.

An Jianjun sat back down in his chair, feeling utterly exhausted. He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and lit one.

In the smoke, he stared at the ceiling, his eyes gradually losing focus, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Stepping out of the office building, Chen Zheng stood alone on the edge of the military region's parade ground.

A night breeze blew by, which calmed his mind considerably.

He knew perfectly well that the system's mission was to eliminate the Zong family.

If this task is not completed, it means that a reward will be lost.

But then he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Why lie to yourself of all people?

Even without the system's mission, he absolutely could not tolerate this.

The things the Zong family did to Yao Yao, and the things they did to those unfortunate souls controlled by Lan Meng.

One incident after another, each one, had long since crossed his bottom line as a soldier and as a human being.

If such a heinous crime only earns you a perfunctory "each side gets a slap on the wrist" in the end.

Then what about justice and national law? They've become a joke.

But ideals are ideals, and reality is reality.

The reality is, how do you make a scene?

An Jianjun is right, this matter involves far too many people.

Going straight to the central government to find the top leader isn't brave; it's reckless.

He needs a more suitable method.

A way to bypass all obstacles and bring this matter to the top level in the open.

This is something that would force those powerful figures who are used to appease the situation to re-examine the matter and give a truly fair explanation.