Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

The phone hangs up.

Shen Zhong put his phone back in his pocket, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

An eerie silence fell over the hallway.

Outside the window, the alternating red and blue police lights silently swept across everyone's faces, casting their expressions in shifting light and shadow.

His heavy gaze swept calmly across the room.

He first glanced at Zhou Weiguo, who was still maintaining his salute.

Then, that gaze fell on Hou Liangping, whose face was ashen, and his group of subordinates who were completely dumbfounded.

Zhou Weiguo's upright body remained motionless.

The almost choked gasp from the other end of the walkie-talkie when his identity was confirmed was still echoing in his mind.

Dragon Fang!

Major General!

More than a dozen first-class merit awards!

Each word was like a bombshell, shattering his understanding of his more than 20 years of military service.

The legend he imagined only existed in the display cases of the military history museum and in the documents for internal study.

But today, a living legend stands before him.

And he, Zhou Weiguo, had just pointed a gun at such a meritorious official.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

But more than anything, an indescribable fervor and reverence welled up from the deepest part of my heart.

He witnessed history!

Unlike Zhou Weiguo's shock, Hou Liangping's mind was still buzzing.

"Major General"...

"Hero"...

"Former leader"...

These words, like a spell, echoed repeatedly in his ears.

Each word was like a massive hammer weighing a thousand pounds, slamming down on everything he was so proud of.

His background, his education, his position at the Supreme People's Procuratorate, his self-proclaimed sense of justice...

Compared to those heavy, golden medals earned with one's life, they all seem so laughable, so pale and powerless.

He thought he was there to manipulate a female cadre with no background.

He thought of himself as a judge who held the power of life and death.

The results of it?

He kicked a mountain that no one dared to mess with!

All his pride and reliance were shattered at this moment.

……

at the same time.

Inside a heavily guarded courtyard house with red walls in Beijing.

An elderly man with gray hair but a sprightly spirit slowly put down the red phone in his hand.

A smile that was both gratified and somewhat helpless appeared on his face.

"That little Chong, still has that bad temper, he won't suffer even the slightest loss."

Standing beside him, a bodyguard with a general's star on his shoulder lowered his head and dared not speak.

The old man picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, but his gaze was fixed on the deep night outside the window.

"Alright, we can't let the young man be disheartened by the injustice he's suffered."

He put down his teacup, his voice regaining its usual authority.

"Draft an official letter immediately."

The guard straightened up and stood at attention, ready to be ordered.

The content is: It is recommended that Comrade Shen Zhong be appointed as the Deputy Secretary of the Party Committee of the Handong Provincial Military Region, and at the same time, he be added as a member of the Standing Committee of the Handong Provincial Party Committee.

"Draft it for me as soon as possible; I want to submit it to the Central Military Commission and the Organization Department in person."

"yes!"

The guard accepted the order, turned and quickly left, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Military-clad Standing Committee member!

That's a position that truly wields real power and allows one to participate in the highest decision-making process of a province!

Moreover, it's the province of Handong, where the situation is quite complex!

After the guard left, the old man walked alone to the window and stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked out at the night sky and muttered to himself.

"The water in that pool in Handong is too murky and too still."

"It's time to stir things up properly..."

……

Inside the stairwell.

Shen Zhong didn't look at Hou Liangping again, as if he were just an insignificant wisp of air.

He turned around.

He gently patted his wife He Xia's still tense back.

He didn't speak, but gave her a reassuring look, indicating that he was there for her.

He Xia looked at her husband's broad and sturdy back.

Just minutes before, she was trembling with fear because of Hou Liangping's threats, feeling that her political life was about to come to an end.

But now, all the fear, grievances, and anxieties from before have vanished.

Instead, there is an unprecedented and unparalleled sense of security.

she knows.

From now on, no matter what happens, this man will always be there to support her.

Hou Liangping's subordinates had long since lost their previous arrogance.

One of them, quick-witted, sensed the tense atmosphere and quietly moved back, trying to slip away.

He had just taken half a step back.

Zhou Weiguo's cold gaze swept over them.

The subordinate froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch.

Zhou Weiguo knew this very well.

Before receiving new instructions, none of these "witnesses" on site can be moved!

This is no longer a simple case of assaulting a police officer.

This is a slander and attack on a national hero!

He is protecting not only Major General Shen Zhong, but also himself and his men!

The internal communication channels of the People's Armed Police Force have long been in an uproar.

"Have you heard? The special operations detachment has run into people from the Supreme People's Procuratorate in the Second Ring Road residential compound!"

"What's going on?!"

"It's said to be to protect a decorated major general!"

"Major General?! Really?!"

"More than a dozen first-class merit awards! The ID photos have already been sent back! It couldn't be more real!"

This news, as if it had grown wings, began to spread rapidly within the very small, elite circles of Beijing at an alarming speed.

Countless people involved were awakened by phone calls late at night.

The entire upper class of the capital was shaken by the name "Shen Zhong," which triggered an unseen earthquake.

Shen Zhong seemed oblivious to all of this.

He simply stood there quietly, waiting.

He knew that his decision to go to Handong needed an official, unquestionable "reason" to justify it.

Hou Liangping, on the other hand, offered himself up.

Protecting his wife is the best reason.

In this deathly silence.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

Two cell phones vibrated almost simultaneously.

It stood out starkly in the quiet hallway.

One is Zhou Weiguo's.

The other one is Hou Liangping's.

The two instinctively took out their phones, and when they saw the name on the caller ID, their bodies tensed instantly.