Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

In the tense and murderous atmosphere of the Triad headquarters, a group of thugs charged menacingly toward Chen Jun and his men. Their eyes flashed with ferocity, and their weapons gleamed with a cold light. However, in the face of this surging tide of murderous thugs, a smile suddenly appeared on Chen Jun's face.

The military knife in Chen Jun's hand moved swiftly through the air like a nimble sprite.

With a flick of his wrist, he executed a graceful and fluid flourish with his blade. The next moment, the blade flashed like a sharp lightning bolt, instantly striking a Japanese soldier's throat.

The blade was separated from the man's throat by only a thin layer, yet this seemingly insignificant distance instantly drew a line between life and death. A moment later, the Japanese soldier's eyes widened, filled with resentment and despair. His hands instinctively clutched his throat, trying to stop the gushing blood. But it was all in vain; his body slowly collapsed, and the breath of life gradually faded away.

He simply couldn't believe that, despite both using knives, he was so utterly vulnerable in his opponent's eyes, and his throat was slit so quickly.

Chen Jun's figure did not stop at all, moving nimbly through the crowd like a ghost.

At each location, a vivid and glaring splash of blood would erupt in the air, accompanied by the image of a young man clutching his throat and slowly collapsing to the ground. The throat-slitting technique was uniformly precise and ruthless.

Chen Jun held the knife in his right hand, and the military knife seemed to come alive in his hand, each swing bringing out a deadly arc.

At the same time, he swiftly raised his gun with his left hand and gently pulled the trigger. "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The crisp and continuous gunshots rang out, and the smooth bullets, like deadly meteors, carried the aura of death as they shot continuously towards the Japanese soldiers.

Every bullet hit its target precisely, blasting the Japanese soldiers right between the eyebrows. These men, after being shot, made no sound, just like young people with excellent sleep quality who, without warning, collapsed into a deep sleep, only to fall into endless darkness forever.

The team members following Chen Jun were completely stunned by the scene before them. Their eyes were wide, their mouths slightly agape, and their faces were filled with disbelief. They had never seen such powerful and terrifying combat strength. The strength Chen Jun displayed on the battlefield made them feel as if they were witnessing the arrival of a war god.

"Silky smooth, so incredibly silky smooth," one of the team members murmured to himself.

In this cramped and crowded space, Chen Jun wielded a pistol in his left hand and a knife in his right, moving with impunity. Wherever he went, enemies fell one after another. He was truly unstoppable. In less than a minute, a small mountain of Japanese corpses had piled up all around him.

The speed of death even surpassed some of the horrific massacres during World War II. After all, the space here was extremely dense, and the large number of enemies gathered together undoubtedly gave Chen Jun excellent room to maneuver, allowing him to fully display his combat talents.

Just then, the elevator doors not far away slowly opened with a soft "ding." Another team burst out of the elevator like tigers descending from the mountain, with Wang Chao and Chen Zhi leading the charge.

"Holy crap, they're all dead! The boss killed them all, not a single one was spared. We're too late..." Wang Chao exclaimed loudly as he looked at the scene of corpses strewn across the ground. His voice was filled with admiration for Chen Jun's strength, but also with a hint of regret for arriving too late.

"That was fast! They were all wiped out in the time it takes to ride the elevator?" Chen Zhi was also shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief. They had imagined that even with Chen Jun's strength, facing so many enemies would inevitably lead to a fierce battle. But in reality, they had only been in the elevator for a short while, and Chen Jun had already eliminated all the enemies outside.

Chen Jun remained calm, as if what he had just experienced was merely a routine drill. He slightly raised his hand, pointed to a corner, and said, "There are a few minor characters in the corner. They're for you. Go on."

Wang Chao and the others looked in the direction Chen Jun pointed, and if they hadn't looked closely, they would have almost missed it. Sure enough, there were several terrified children huddled together in the corner, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Seeing Wang Chao and the others approaching them step by step, these few days felt as if they had witnessed the arrival of death. Their faces filled with terror, and they knelt on the ground with a thud, desperately begging for mercy: "We surrender, we surrender... Don't kill us..."

However, the bloodlust in Wang Chao and his men had already been ignited. How could they easily let these petty criminals, who had committed so many evil deeds, go? A few seconds later, accompanied by several shrill screams, the remaining six criminals had their throats slit. They struggled and fought for their lives on the ground like chickens and ducks awaiting slaughter, blood gushing from their throats, staining the ground crimson. There was no way around it; Wang Chao and his men's methods were indeed not as skillful and swift as Chen Jun's, so these criminals naturally didn't die so easily.

This scene had already been silently captured by some hidden cameras in the shadows and transmitted in real time to the conference room at the top through special signal transmission.

The atmosphere in the dimly lit studio was extremely oppressive, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on everyone's hearts. The dim, yellowish light cast dappled shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Those who witnessed this scene were completely stunned. They couldn't comprehend how a group of people, with their status and influence in the area, and who had always acted with impunity under the protection of the Triads, could so brutally and decisively storm their headquarters and slaughter so many Triad members right before their eyes, like livestock.

“They must be from Yan Kingdom. Only people from Yan Kingdom would harbor such deep hatred for us. It’s them, it must be them…” A young man said in terror, his voice trembling noticeably, and his body involuntarily curled up slightly, trying to find a sense of security.

"Baka! How did they get into our country and even have weapons? Are they trying to start a war?!" another man roared angrily, but his roar couldn't hide the deep fear in his heart. His eyes widened, revealing a hint of panic, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

A gust of cold wind suddenly appeared, biting and piercing, like sharp knives, sweeping across the scene and sending shivers down everyone's spines. If the Yan Kingdom were to actually attack them over this matter, the consequences would be unimaginable. Despite their daily rituals of worshipping ghosts and indulging in fantastical reminiscences of past wars, if the now-powerful Yan Kingdom were to launch an attack, they would be the first to cower in fear. Deep down, they harbored a profound fear and awe of the Yan Kingdom's power.

“It shouldn’t be about starting a war. If it were, why would they specifically target the Triads? We don’t represent the country.” Someone tried to calm himself down and analyzed the situation rationally. He frowned, trying to sort out a clue from his chaotic thoughts, hoping things wouldn’t develop in the worst possible way.

The others, upon hearing this, all agreed that it made sense. So, they began racking their brains, reflecting on their actions and trying to recall when they had offended the Yan people. However, they simply couldn't understand why, even if it was a feud between gangs, it was necessary to be so ruthless. This was their largest headquarters, a symbol of their status and power in the Southeast Asian underworld, yet it had suffered such a heavy blow.

Among these people, only one man's eyes flickered constantly. He seemed to know the reason for what had happened, and this man was none other than Zuo Mujun, whom Chen Jun was looking for. At this moment, Zuo Mujun's face was ashen, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his eyes revealed extreme tension and fear. He had already guessed Chen Jun's identity and understood why they had come here to massacre the people at headquarters. However, in front of these elders, he dared not admit that it was his own selfish motives that led him to use underhanded means to obtain Yan Kingdom's top-secret information for personal gain, thus resulting in such a brutal retaliation from the Yan Kingdom.

"I definitely can't tell anyone. If these elders find out that I obtained their country's top-secret information through some underhanded means, I'll definitely be handed over." Zuo Mujun thought to himself, his lips pressed tightly together until they turned white from the effort. He tried to shrink himself into an inconspicuous corner, curling his body into a ball as much as possible, pretending to be insignificant and unremarkable.

In reality, he was the most prominent young elder member of the Triads, having distinguished himself within the organization through his cunning and scheming, and was highly regarded by headquarters as a rising star. He had always been ambitious, yearning for a higher position and power within the Triads, but he never imagined that his greed and folly would bring this catastrophic disaster upon the entire headquarters.

"Let's notify the law enforcement department to come over!" a junior staff member suddenly broke the silence and suggested.

To be honest, the triad elders found this suggestion utterly absurd, even ridiculous. They were a gang themselves, a prime target for law enforcement, and the two sides were always at odds. Now, facing such a crisis, the idea of ​​calling the police for help seemed unbelievable to them.

“But if we don’t call the police, we’ll all be killed. These people clearly hate us and are here to wipe out our entire families. Even if it makes us a laughingstock, we have to call the police as soon as possible…”

"Shut up..." An older elder slammed his fist on the table and shouted. His face was flushed red, his eyes flashed with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged with agitation. "Who are we? A gang, the most notorious gang in Southeast Asia, we rely on our intimidation. Now we're so cowardly that we have to call the police to save our lives. How are we supposed to stand on the international stage in the future?"

A hush fell over the scene. Everyone wore a grave expression, their hearts filled with turmoil. They all knew what calling the police meant: it would completely destroy the Triads' long-established power and status in the underworld, turning them into a laughingstock. But if they didn't call the police, they had no confidence in their ability to resist such powerful and ruthless enemies as Chen Jun and his men. The shadow of death seemed to loom over them.

“I don’t support calling the police either. We are the most powerful triad organization in Southeast Asia, the model for all triads. If we can’t even handle invading enemies, who will respect our Triad in the future?” another elder said firmly. He crossed his arms, his eyes revealing a hint of stubbornness and unwillingness. Although he was also filled with fear, he was still unwilling to easily give up the dignity and honor of the Triad.

“I also object…” Others echoed, their voices differing but all expressing strong opposition to calling the police. In their hearts, the Triads' reputation and status were paramount, and even in the face of a life-or-death crisis, they were unwilling to make what they considered a “cowardly” choice.

The group was arguing fiercely when, suddenly, all communication was cut off. Cellphones lost signal, and landlines were constantly busy; it was as if the entire world had shut them out. This unexpected turn of events intensified their fear. They realized the enemy had clearly been prepared; this was a premeditated attack, and they were trapped in an inescapable predicament.

Immediately afterward, a muffled thud resounded from the door, as if struck by a tremendous force from hell. Screws in the office splintered, splinters flew everywhere, and the door slowly swung open amidst the violent shaking. Then, a group of the last people they wanted to see entered—Chen Jun and his men rushed in like the Grim Reaper.

The next moment, these once prominent elders, who had been powerful and influential in the Southeast Asian underworld, were like rats caught in a mousetrap, suddenly panicked. Their bodies moved uncontrollably backward, their eyes filled with fear and despair. But behind them was a thick wall, without even a back door; they had nowhere to escape and could only watch helplessly as Chen Jun and his men approached step by step.

Chen Jun stood quietly at the door, like a demon god from hell. The bloodstains splattered on his body looked particularly ferocious in the dim light. It was the blood of the enemy, making him look like a demon who had come from hell to earth, exuding a chilling aura.

"Who are you, and why have you stormed into the headquarters of my Triad?" An elder, trying to appear calm, stepped forward and confronted Chen Jun, attempting to stabilize the situation. He tried to make his voice sound steady and strong, but his slightly trembling body betrayed his inner fear.

Chen Jun looked at him coldly, his gaze like a cold blade, his voice as cold as frost: "You're the person in charge here? Let me ask, who is Sasaki? I'm here to see him. But when we were going upstairs, someone stopped us, and we had to deal with them to get up here."

After hearing Chen Jun's reason, a deathly silence fell over the scene. Everyone held their breath, as if time itself had frozen. Then, all eyes turned sharply towards Zuo Mujun in the corner. Instantly, a dense killing intent surged in the air, as if to devour Zuo Mujun.

"Was it this idiot who attracted these evil spirits?"

"What the hell did he do? This is awful..."

Everyone's eyes were filled with anger and resentment. It was typical of their people to blame others when something serious happened. Now, hearing that Zuo Mujun had offended the Yan people and attracted such a powerful enemy who had turned their headquarters upside down, how could they not be furious?

The scene exploded instantly.

"Damn it, did you offend them and bring them here? Baka, what did you do..."

"That bastard was hiding in the corner just now, so that's why."

"Damn it, why did we offend the Yan people? No wonder they're so angry."

Some people had even started making excuses for Chen Jun, trying to find a reasonable explanation for this sudden disaster. However, many more people stared angrily at Zuo Mujun, their eyes seeming to want to devour him alive, wishing they could shoot him on the spot.

The person in charge was furious, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead. He slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily on the ground, his roar echoing through the office, making everyone's eardrums ache: "You damned bastard, so you're the culprit! Did you even consider the organization's interests? We were having a peaceful time, and because of you, you bastard, we're now crawling on our knees. What are you sobbing about? What are you crying for? Go to hell..."