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

The autumn wind swept up a few fallen leaves in the yard, which swirled under the lamplight.

The air inside the courtyard house seemed to have solidified into solid ice.

Old Lin slammed his hand on the octagonal table, causing the wine in his glass to splash out. His weathered old face was now etched with the domineering and protective nature of a soldier.

"select!"

"Liu Ming, you have to explain yourself clearly to my face today!"

Old Lin slammed his cane heavily on the blue brick, making a dull thud.

"My granddaughter, Lin Zhentian's granddaughter, has never suffered the slightest injustice since she was a child! She would even risk her life for you, brat. If you dare to betray her today, even if it costs me my life, I will not forgive you!"

Lin Xiaoxiao stood behind her grandfather, her eyes red-rimmed. She bit her lower lip tightly. Although she didn't speak, her eyes, as she looked at Liu Ming, were filled with unyielding affection and a hint of stubborn grievance.

The little witch who grew up in this alley eventually let down her guard in the face of love and became the girl who longed to be loved the most.

However, as soon as Elder Lin finished speaking, Nangong Yao, who was sitting to Liu Ming's right, let out a cold laugh.

This ruthless businesswoman, who strikes fear into the hearts of countless multinational giants, now resembles a protective lioness, meeting Old Lin's oppressive gaze head-on without backing down.

"Mr. Lin, I cannot agree with what you have said."

Nangong Yao gently swirled the wine glass with her slender fingers, her red lips parted slightly, but the words she uttered were as sharp as knives.

"We all see Xiaoxiao's efforts, but feelings aren't something you can calculate. It's not that whoever makes the most 'earth-shattering' sacrifices deserves the other's affections."

"When Liu Ming was building his business in Ningzhou, my Nangong Group spared no effort to pave the way for him. When he faced a financial crisis in Jiangnan Province, I used all my resources to protect his stock. Even..."

She turned her head, her peach blossom eyes staring at Liu Ming with a deep yet domineering gaze.

"...Even in the most dangerous times, I am willing to give him everything, including my life."

"Old Lin, when it comes to companionship and dedication, I, Nangong Yao, believe I am second to none."

"You!" Old Lin's eyes widened, his beard trembling as he was choked by Nangong Yao's words, which were laced with barbs.

But before he could react, Xi Wanqing, who was sitting on the other side, slowly stood up.

The youngest vice president of the High Court exuded a cool and aloof aura that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

She didn't possess Nangong Yao's aggressive demeanor, nor Lin Xiaoxiao's undisguised grievances. She simply stood there, like a snow lotus blooming on a cliff edge, proud and unapproachable.

"President Nangong is right. Feelings are not a transaction and cannot be measured by bargaining chips."

Xi Wanqing's voice was soft, yet it carried an absolute rationality and power, like a court verdict.

"I met Liu Ming on that rainy night in Qingyun County."

"Back then, he had nothing; he was just a down-on-his-luck clerk who was ostracized. As for me, I was an unappreciated deputy county head who was parachuted in."

"We came together without the protection of families or the operation of capital. We waded out of the mud step by step."

She looked at Liu Ming, and a trace of extreme tenderness and heartache, which she only showed when facing him, flashed in her clear and cold eyes.

"I know better than any of you how many wounds he has suffered and how much blood he has shed."

"I don't need him to become a war god or to wield absolute power. I just hope he can be safe."

Xi Wanqing turned her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over Elder Lin and Nangong Yao, her tone resolute as iron.

"Once I, Xi Wanqing, have chosen someone, it's for life."

"No one can make me back down."

……

It exploded, completely exploded.

As Xi Wanqing uttered these words, which were almost a declaration of sovereignty, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard instantly reached a fever pitch!

Three completely different, yet equally powerful and suffocating auras collided wildly in the small courtyard.

Old Master Lin's anger, Nangong Yao's domineering nature, and Xi Wanqing's aloofness.

These three individuals represent the pinnacle of power in the military, business, and political spheres of the Dragon Kingdom. And now, these three forces are engaged in the fiercest and most ruthless confrontation in this ordinary courtyard house, all for the sake of one man.

The guards standing nearby had long since retreated outside the door, not daring to even breathe. This level of "battlefield" was something that even the top officials in the central command would probably avoid, let alone them.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Even the pot of fragrant old hen soup simmering on the stove stopped boiling under this oppressive atmosphere.

All eyes were fixed on those three pairs of eyes, filled with murderous intent, resentment, expectation, and even a complex mix of emotions—"If you dare choose her, I'll kill you"—like three high-energy laser beams. Unwavering and irreversible.

The focus was on Liu Ming, who was sitting in the main seat.

Silence, a maddening silence before a storm.

Liu Ming sat there, still clutching the half-eaten orange segment in his hand. Orange juice dripped from between his fingers onto his trouser leg, but he was completely unaware.

For once, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

This is fucking a death trap question.

Choosing Xi Wanqing? Nangong Yao would definitely go berserk on the spot, and Old Master Lin would probably flip the table.

Choosing Nangong Yao? Xi Wanqing's iceberg would definitely collapse instantly, and he would never see her smile again in his life.

Choosing Lin Xiaoxiao? Then the first two women could probably team up to break him up.

Weighing the pros and cons? At a time like this, any weighing of the pros and cons is a desecration of emotions. Reasoning? In front of these three women and the old man, who are completely dominated by emotions, reason is worthless.

This is an unsolvable dead end.

"Liu Ming!"

Old Lin roared again, his cane almost poking a hole in the blue brick.

"You're a real man! Don't hide like a coward and stay silent!"

"today!"

"You must give me and them a clear and transparent explanation!"

"Who will you choose?"

As Elder Lin pressed for answers, Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao both stepped forward. Although the two women did not speak, the silent pressure they exuded was a hundred times more terrifying than Elder Lin's roar.

Three great mountains pressed down completely.

They were driven to a dead end.

Just when everyone thought that Liu Ming would be overwhelmed by this enormous pressure, or make some difficult choice.

"Snapped!"

Liu Ming suddenly threw the half-segment of orange she was holding onto the table.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed particularly abrupt in the deathly quiet courtyard.

Followed by.

Under the shocked gazes of the four.

Liu Ming suddenly stood up.

He straightened his javelin-like spine, and his shoulders, which had been slightly hunched due to embarrassment and helplessness, opened up completely in that instant.

That terrifying aura belonged to the "Guardian God of War," to the "Shura" who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

At this moment, it was released without reservation and with unrestrained fury!

He didn't look at Old Lin, nor at Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao.

He simply raised his head and looked at the night sky above, which was tinged with a slightly reddish hue by the lights of the capital.

A smile slowly crept onto his lips, extremely arrogant and domineering, yet carrying an air of unparalleled dominance that seemed to disregard the world.