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

"Boss, are you sure you don't want to escort people?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun shook his head immediately, "I'll go alone."

"They sent these law enforcement officers here to test our attitude. To see how we would react, to see if we dared to take action. Very well, then I'll go and make a scene, to show them what happens to those who mess with us."

"Don't you dare slack off. Protect the overseas Chinese properly. Once the safety zone is built, arrange for them to move in. This involves hundreds of lives, the elderly and children, women and infants. If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you accountable."

He Chenguang and the others immediately straightened their backs and replied in unison, "Yes!"

The sound was clear and resonant, echoing over the dock.

"Boss, you're the modern-day Qiao Feng, fearless in the face of a million men! Remember to come back alive!"

Chen Jun laughed and cursed a few times, then kicked Wang Yanbing lightly, more like a playful fight between brothers. He then turned and walked towards the direction where the overseas Chinese were gathered.

The expatriates, who had been busily moving supplies, organizing luggage, and soothing crying children, all stopped what they were doing when they saw him approaching. The air seemed to freeze; even their breathing could be heard clearly.

They had all witnessed what had just happened: the young Yan Kingdom general, alone with a gun, had slaughtered dozens of law enforcement officers in just five minutes. Blood gushed out, corpses fell to the ground, and screams echoed throughout the dock, turning it into a scene of carnage. Even from hundreds of meters away, such a sight was enough to terrify them and make their legs go weak.

Now, this god of death is walking towards them.

A young mother instinctively hugged her child tightly, took a step back, and trembled slightly. Several children peeked out from behind the adults, their eyes filled with fear and curiosity. A little boy of three or four years old, who had been crying for food, stopped crying abruptly when he saw Chen Jun approaching. His little mouth pursed, and tears still clung to his face, but he dared not make a sound. He just looked at him timidly with his dark, grape-like eyes.

Chen Jun paused in his steps.

He saw those fearful eyes.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." He bent down and patted the little boy's head. "Little friend, don't be afraid, uncle is a good person. Uncle has chased away those bad guys, you are safe now. Uncle will have someone bring you something delicious later, okay?"

The little boy stared at him blankly for several seconds before timidly nodding, his little mouth slightly parted as if he wanted to laugh but dared not.

Chen Jun stood up, nodded to the overseas Chinese, and looked at each face with reassurance and encouragement.

Then he continued walking forward, his steps steady, a faint smile on his face. The overseas Chinese watched his back, their tense bodies slowly relaxing. Some breathed a sigh of relief, some exchanged glances, and some muttered, "That's our country's general, really impressive."

Chen Jun walked up to Tang Zhongzheng and stopped.

Tang Zhongzheng looked at him, his face slightly pale, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes filled with shock and complexity.

He had lived for decades, seen countless storms, and experienced the cutthroat world of business, considering himself a keen judge of character. But at this moment, he realized he couldn't see through this young man at all. Just moments ago, this man had been like a cold-blooded, ruthless killer, murdering without batting an eye. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a gentle and approachable boy next door, treating children with more affection than a biological father. These two completely different qualities were so perfectly blended within one person.

“Mr. Tang,” Chen Jun said, his voice calm.

Tang Zhongzheng took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady, but his slightly trembling tone betrayed his inner turmoil: "General Chen, you...you killed so many people at once, won't that cause trouble..."

“Don’t worry.” Chen Jun interrupted him, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty. “They were just testing our attitude. Seeing if we dared to make a move, seeing where our bottom line was. Now the results are in, they know we’re serious, they know we really dare to kill. From now on, no one will provoke us.”

Tang Zhongzheng was taken aback: "This...is this their government's attitude? Or are you just guessing?"

Chen Jun did not answer directly, but looked into the distance, towards the direction of Indonesia's capital. His gaze was deep and firm: "I will go to see their leader and talk to him face to face. I will talk about the garrison."

"What?" Tang Zhongzheng's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "You're going alone? You're going to see their leader alone? Go into their presidential palace alone? What if they've set a trap? What if they get you too..."

Chen Jun turned his head, looked at him, and had a faint smile on his lips.

Tang Zhongzheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed his words back. He looked at Chen Jun, then at the corpses in the distance, and finally took a deep breath and said solemnly, "General Chen, leave this to me. I assure you that every overseas Chinese will be properly resettled. Our Chinese community has been operating locally for many years, with hotels, canteens, vehicles, and connections. You can rest assured."

Chen Jun looked at him, nodded, and then turned to Fan Tianlei to give him a few instructions. His voice was low, but every word was clear and forceful: "Old Fan, this is your responsibility. Protect the overseas Chinese and cooperate with Mr. Tang's work. Before the safe zone is established, don't let anyone wander off. Contact me immediately if anything happens."

Fan Tianlei listened and nodded, his expression growing increasingly tense, his brows furrowing into a tight knot.

After giving his instructions, Chen Jun turned and left without hesitation.

"No, boss!" Fan Tianlei panicked, quickly catching up and grabbing his arm. "You're going alone? Take a few men with you! What if there's an ambush? What if they turn on you? What if you get surrounded? He Chenguang and the others are here. Take a few with you, at least you'll have backup!"

Chen Jun didn't turn around, but gently pulled his hand away: "When did you become so fussy?"

Fan Tianlei stamped his feet anxiously, then turned to Tang Zhongzheng, his eyes full of pleading. Tang Zhongzheng stepped forward and said sincerely, "General Chen, Mr. Fan is right, it's too dangerous for you to go alone. How about I take a few people with me? We have some connections here, and we know some people in the government. We can put in a good word for you in a critical moment and help you out."

Chen Jun stopped and turned around to look at them.

"Mr. Tang, you just asked me whether this was their government's attitude or my personal judgment." He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying a powerful and awe-inspiring force, each word seemingly etched into the air. "I'm telling you now, it's not their attitude, it's my attitude. And standing behind me is a powerful motherland. With the motherland as my backing, I am all I need."

Tang Zhongzheng was stunned.

He looked at Chen Jun, at this overly young general, at his calm yet burning eyes, at his resolute and composed face, and suddenly realized that his understanding of Chen Jun was only the tip of the iceberg. This man was more unfathomable than he had imagined, and more powerful than anyone he had ever met.

After Chen Jun finished speaking, he turned around and continued walking forward with firm steps, without the slightest hesitation.

Fan Tianlei stood there, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth, wringing his hands. He knew he couldn't persuade Chen Jun, but he was genuinely worried. Finally, he could only helplessly call out, "Boss, then you can go without worry!"

Chen Jun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head and glared at Fan Tianlei, a look that could freeze a person. Then he strode back and kicked him.

"A sinkhole is a sinkhole, even its words are so offensive!" He kicked and cursed, one kick after another without mercy. "What do you mean 'You can go in peace'? Do you think I'm going to my death?! Can't you speak properly? If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all!"

Fan Tianlei howled as he was kicked, clutching his head and dodging around Tang Zhongzheng, circling him: "Ouch! Boss, I was wrong! I didn't mean that! I meant you can go and do your job with peace of mind! Pah! No, that's not right either! I meant... Ouch! Stop kicking me! You'll kill me if you kick me again!"

Those watching couldn't help but laugh. He Chenguang laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, several team members covered their mouths and chuckled, and even some of the overseas Chinese showed smiles. The tense atmosphere from before had dissipated considerably thanks to the antics of these two.

Chen Jun had kicked enough. He straightened his disheveled clothes and turned to walk away. This time, he didn't look back; he simply waved goodbye.

Just then, a black sedan slowly drove up from a distance, its wheels making a soft rustling sound on the dock. The car's paint gleamed, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, clearly indicating its high value. It came to a steady stop in front of Chen Jun, blocking his path.

The car door opened, and a woman with short hair and delicate features leaned out, giving him an elegant smile. Her eyes were bright, as if they held stars, and her short hair was neat and tidy, making her face look even more exquisite. She was dressed in a well-fitting suit, exuding an intellectual and confident aura.

"Director Chen, it's been a long time." Her voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring. "Get in the car."

Chen Jun looked at that familiar face, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Ya Jie'er, an old acquaintance.