Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

In this world, things often follow the old saying—like father, like son.

But when it came to Liu Ming, the situation became somewhat troublesome. His son with Xi Wanqing, Liu Zhen, was practically a carbon copy of Liu Ming in his youth, and perhaps even more so.

This kid not only inherited his mother's outstanding looks, but also perfectly inherited his father's wild and fiery temper.

Liu Zhen's name was already on everyone's radar when he entered university. But it wasn't because his father was a high-ranking official (the school had no idea about this; Liu Ming had done an excellent job of keeping it a secret), but because this kid was incredibly good at fighting and loved to meddle in other people's business.

That evening.

In a police station in a district of Yancheng, the atmosphere was as tense as if a serious criminal was being interrogated.

"Name?"

"Liu Zhen".

"age?"

"nineteen."

Liu Zhen sat casually in the interrogation chair, his face bruised and his lip cut, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, even carrying a hint of arrogance. If you looked closely, his eyes were exactly the same as Liu Ming's ten years ago when he single-handedly stormed into a gang's casino in Qingyun County.

Across from him, several blond thugs, their faces bruised and swollen, clutching their stomachs and groaning in pain, were staring at him with a mixture of fear and hatred.

"Officer, you have to do us justice! This guy went too far, I think I've broken several of my ribs!" the blond-haired leader cried out, looking dejected.

"Shut up!" The older police officer in charge of taking the statement glared at the blond-haired man, then turned to Liu Zhen, his brow furrowed. "One person against six, and he took them all down. Not bad, young man. Tell me, why were you fighting?"

"There was no fight, it was an act of bravery." Liu Zhen casually straightened his torn collar, pointed to the girl still trembling in the corner, "These scumbags were harassing a young girl in the back street of the school. I was passing by and couldn't help myself."

"You're talking nonsense!" the blond-haired guy snapped. "That's our boss's girlfriend..."

"Alright!" The veteran police officer slammed his hand on the table. "We'll investigate the surveillance footage to find out what happened. But whatever the reason, you seriously injured someone, which constitutes excessive self-defense. Contact your parents first; this matter cannot be left unresolved."

Liu Zhen pursed his lips, initially intending to say he could handle it, but seeing the arrogant demeanor of those thugs, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Okay, I'll call my dad."

Half an hour later.

Outside the police station, an ordinary black Santana was parked silently on the side of the road.

The car door opened.

Liu Ming, dressed in a simple black trench coat, walked into the police station lobby alone, without any guards or secretary.

The deputy director on duty saw the person enter, and his teacup clattered to the ground, splashing scalding tea all over his trouser leg without him noticing. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"Liu... Liu..." The deputy director stammered for a long time, not daring to utter the title of "big leader," but his legs began to go weak uncontrollably.

Liu Ming stepped forward, gently patted the deputy director's shoulder, and lowered his voice: "I'm here as a father. Follow the normal procedures, handle it as it should be handled, and I will not show favoritism."

The deputy director dared not respond, cold sweat pouring down his face. This man was an absolute bigwig who controlled the nation's economic and security lifeline! His son had gotten into trouble in his jurisdiction; if this wasn't handled properly, he might lose his police uniform tomorrow!

The interrogation room door opened.

Liu Ming's eyes turned cold as she looked at Liu Zhen, who was sitting inside, looking nonchalant.

"come out."

Just two simple words, no roaring, no scolding, but Liu Zhen's originally arrogant demeanor instantly extinguished by more than half. He stood up somewhat fearfully, lowered his head, and followed Liu Ming out.

"Officer, these thugs who are causing trouble should be detained or sentenced as appropriate. As for the medical expenses incurred by my son due to excessive self-defense, I will compensate him accordingly." Liu Ming walked up to the veteran police officer, his tone calm yet exuding an undeniable authority.

The veteran police officer didn't recognize Liu Ming, but seeing the natural aura of authority emanating from the man, he subconsciously straightened up.

"Alright, since your parents are here and have a good attitude, you can take the person away after paying the fine and medical expenses."

After paying the money.

Liu Ming led Liu Zhen out of the police station, and neither of them spoke a word the entire way. The night wind was cold, and Liu Zhen couldn't help but shiver.

Back to the courtyard house.

Xi Wanqing was pacing anxiously back and forth in the yard. When she saw the father and son return, she immediately went to greet them. When she saw the injury on Liu Zhen's lip, her eyes were full of heartache.

"How did you get hurt like this? Did you break any bones?"

"Mom, I'm fine. They were just a few hooligans, not even a match for me." Liu Zhen immediately resumed his playful demeanor when he saw his mother.

"Still dare to talk nonsense!" Liu Ming's voice suddenly rose, echoing like thunder in the quiet courtyard.

He strode to the center of the courtyard, pointed at the bare old locust tree, and shouted sternly, "Go! Stand at attention there! If he doesn't stand there for at least two hours, no one is allowed to feed him!"

"Dad..." Liu Zhen paused, somewhat aggrieved, "I was trying to save people, not cause trouble! Besides, there were so many of them. If I hadn't been ruthless, I would be the one lying in the hospital!"

"You dare talk back?"

Liu Ming took off her trench coat, walked up to her son, and stared at him with eyes as sharp as knives.

"Saving lives is right, and acting bravely is right! But that's absolutely not a reason for you to flaunt your strength and recklessly beat someone to death!"

"Do you think that just because you've learned a few days of martial arts, you can solve all the injustices in the world with your fists?"

Looking at her son, who resembled her so much when she was young, Liu Ming felt a surge of anger well up inside her.

"Do you think that because your father is a high-ranking official, I can cover for you no matter how much trouble you get into? Do you think that because of your status, you can do whatever you want in this city?"

These words struck a chord with Liu Zhen's deepest, most hidden thoughts. Although he didn't flaunt his status, he subconsciously harbored a kind of arrogant fearlessness.

"I didn't..." Liu Zhen lowered his head, his voice becoming much softer.

"No?" Liu Ming sneered. "If you didn't, why didn't you call the police after you beat him up? Why did you wait until the police station told you to contact his parents before you thought to call me? You're forcing me to use my connections to bail you out!"

Seeing that Liu Ming was truly angry, Xi Wanqing wanted to step forward to dissuade him, but Liu Ming stopped her with a look.

"Liu Zhen, listen to me carefully."

Liu Ming's voice echoed in the courtyard on a winter night, carrying a heavy weight forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"When I was young, I was even more arrogant than you! I dared to beat up a gang leader in the county government compound, and I dared to shoot assassins with a rocket launcher on the highway! But let me tell you, every time I acted arrogantly, I was risking my life! I did it to protect the truth about the mine disaster, and to bring down the traitors of the country!"

Liu Ming walked up to her son and reprimanded him, each word carrying immense weight.

"One must have the right to be arrogant! And even more importantly, one must have a bottom line when it comes to arrogance!"

"Your capital shouldn't be based on your father's name! Your bottom line shouldn't be based on the law!"

"When will you be able to bring those who oppress the people to justice without using your fists? When will you be able to make those thugs and bullies respect you without relying on the Liu family's name? Then you can talk to me about your arrogance!"

Liu Zhen was stunned by these words.

Looking into his father's stern gaze, he finally understood where he had gone wrong. It wasn't that he had failed to save the person, but rather his blind, arrogant confidence and subconscious dependence on privilege.

"Dad, I was wrong."

Liu Zhen took a deep breath and didn't argue anymore. He turned around, walked to the old locust tree, straightened his back, put his legs together, and put his hands close to his trouser seams, standing in an extremely standard military posture.

The night wind was like a knife.

The nineteen-year-old boy stood ramrod straight in the moonlight.

As Liu Ming watched her son's retreating figure, the anger in her eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a deep sense of expectation.

He knew that this kid was like him, with a passionate heart. But precisely because he was like him, he had to use the harshest whip to tame his impetuousness.

This world has no need for a troublemaking young master.

What is needed is a backbone that can shoulder heavy responsibilities.