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

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly. Chen Jun's statement, "Justice only exists within firing range," was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up towering waves.

The officials were taken aback at first, then erupted in uproar.

A middle-aged official in a dark suit, his face flushed, leaped out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He stepped forward, his finger almost poking Chen Jun's face, his voice trembling violently with anger, spitting as he shouted, "You! What are you saying?! What do you mean by 'justice is within firing range'? This is a blatant threat of force! This is an open contempt for international law! Hasn't your Yan country always touted its peaceful rise?"

Another official stepped forward, adjusting his glasses. His face was ashen, and his voice was shrill, like a chicken being choked: "Hasn't your Yan country always talked about the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence? Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere in the internal affairs of other countries? Now you're pointing your cannons at us. Is this your peaceful coexistence? Is this your sincerity? We protest! We strongly protest!"

"This is outrageous! We protest! We strongly protest!"

Several officials chimed in, their voices rising and falling like a flock of enraged sparrows. Some waved their fists, some slammed their fists on the table, and some were so agitated that their faces were contorted.

Chen Jun watched their performance expressionlessly, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile devoid of warmth, only mockery, as if he were watching a group of clowns.

He stood casually with his hands in his pockets, as if none of this concerned him.

As long as the fleet coming from the east is still at sea, no matter what he says, these people are just incompetent rage.

really……

The leader raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet. His face was also very grim, but as the head of state, he had to maintain the most basic decorum. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm, but his slightly trembling tone still betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

“General Chen, we can compromise.” He spoke slowly, each word deliberate and carefully chosen. “We can issue the necessary documents to allow your people to evacuate safely. We guarantee the safety of all your citizens; we will send troops to escort them and ensure their safe departure. Is that acceptable?”

He thought this was the biggest concession he could make.

Chen Jun looked at him and suddenly smiled. The smile was faint, but it sent a chill down the leader's spine, a feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart.

"No, no, no." Chen Jun shook his head, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting casually. "I've decided not to go back."

The leader was stunned; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"What?" an official next to him blurted out, his eyes wide with surprise.

Chen Jun continued, his voice calm and resolute, each word clear and powerful: "We will stay and contribute to the development of Indonesia. The overseas Chinese here have lived here for generations; their roots are firmly planted here. Shops, factories, schools, and hospitals were all built by them, brick by brick. I will not take them away, nor will I let them abandon the homeland they have worked so hard for decades."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, sharp as a knife, causing many to instinctively lower their heads. He said, word by word, "However, as soldiers of the nation, we need troops stationed here to protect our citizens. From now on, anyone who dares to lay a finger on them will have to ask our artillery for permission first."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the officials in charge of the inkpad erupted in uproar again, this time even more fiercely than before.

"garrison?!"

"This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"

"We do not welcome the armies of other countries into our country!"

"We possess our own sovereignty! This is blatant violation! This is aggression!"

"Young man, you're too arrogant! Who do you think you are? You think you can just station troops here whenever you want? This is our country's land! We've lived here for hundreds of years, it's not your place to make decisions!"

Several older officials nearby chimed in, their voices growing louder and louder, almost lifting the roof off.

Chen Jun waited until they had finished arguing before slowly speaking. His gaze swept over the old official, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips, a smile full of contempt.

"Oh? The United States has troops stationed here. What do you think of that?"

The scene fell silent instantly.

The silence came so suddenly, as if someone had pressed a mute button. The officials, who had been so agitated just moments before, were now speechless, as if someone had choked them. Some opened their mouths but couldn't make a sound; some lowered their heads awkwardly, staring at their toes; some shifted uncomfortably.

Chen Jun continued, his tone full of sarcasm: "They have military bases here, troops stationed here, planes and artillery, and aircraft carrier battle groups. Their people can run rampant in your country, freely entering and exiting your airspace and territorial waters. Did you welcome them? Did they get your permission? Or are you afraid to say no?"

No one answered.

"Is this a double standard?" Chen Jun raised an eyebrow, his voice rising a few decibels. "The American army can swagger around here, but our Yan army can't protect our own citizens? What kind of logic is that? Just because their cannons are bigger than yours, you're afraid of them? Just because our cannons are pointed at you right now, you're here arguing with me?"

The old official opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but couldn't utter a word. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word, and could only lower his head dejectedly.

Chen Jun's voice turned sharp, piercing everyone's hearts like a knife: "Originally, I didn't want to station troops. After all, our Yan Kingdom values ​​peaceful coexistence and doesn't like interfering in other countries' internal affairs. But, as you've seen, what is the attitude of those law enforcement officers? They are slaughtering our compatriots, looting our shops, and burning our homes! What are you doing? Turning a blind eye? Colluding with them? Or instigating them behind the scenes?!"

The leader's face changed color repeatedly, from white to red, then from red to purple. He finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke coldly, his voice carrying a threat that came out like a venomous snake: "General Chen, you're all alone here, making such a demanding request. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to get out?"

The meaning couldn't be clearer—this is my territory, and I can make you disappear at any time.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, as if the air itself had frozen. The officials looked at Chen Jun with schadenfreude in their eyes, as if to say: "Let's see how arrogant you are now." Some even revealed a sinister smile, as if anticipating the show to come.

Chen Jun laughed.

"Standing behind me is a powerful Eastern nation. Do you want to block me?"

The leader's lips twitched, and the muscles on his face trembled.

"Besides, I bet you can't stop me. With just the people of you? With your outdated equipment? With your weapons that haven't been updated in decades?" He chuckled, a laugh laced with contempt. "Then, with the aid of missiles, I'll retreat safely. And you..."

His gaze swept over everyone present, cold as ice, like the winter wind brushing against their skin: "While they're all within missile range, that's not necessarily true. At that time, your presidential palace, your military bases, your ports will all be within our sights."

The scene was deathly silent.

The silence was so heavy it was almost suffocating. The only sounds were the ticking of the wall clock and the faint rustling of the wind outside the window.

The officials were all ashen-faced; some clenched their fists until their knuckles turned white; some gritted their teeth, their cheeks bulging; some glared at Chen Jun, their eyes practically spitting fire, as if they wanted to devour him alive. They were nearly bursting with pent-up frustration, yet they couldn't utter a single word.

This Yan general speaks like a complete scoundrel, unlike those smooth diplomats. He's direct, rude, and even threatening.

But they couldn't refute it.

Because what he said is true.

Those cannons, those warships, those missiles they couldn't stop—all of these reminded them that this man was someone they couldn't afford to mess with. Everything they were so proud of was utterly insignificant in front of him.

The leader's face changed color several times, from white to red, from red to purple, and finally to a helpless ashen. He was like a deflated balloon, his whole body slumped. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if to release all the pent-up frustration. He coughed, trying to make his voice sound less disheveled.

“General Chen, if it’s for the sake of protecting your citizens…” he began with difficulty, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he had used up all his strength, “I… I welcome your troops to be stationed here.”

Chen Jun looked at him, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.

The leader continued, his voice growing softer and softer until it was almost inaudible: "But, as you know, the United States has troops stationed here. They won't agree. Then we'll be caught in the middle... what will we do?"

“No problem.” Chen Jun interrupted him, his tone as casual as if he were talking about a trivial matter. “I’ll handle it. I’ll just kick them out for you.”

The leader was stunned, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape.

The officials nearby were also stunned, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Kick them out? Kick out the American troops? Just you alone? Just you with your mouth?

Seeing their shocked expressions, Chen Jun's lips curled into a confident smile. There was no arrogance in that smile, only an unwavering certainty that commanded respect.

"By the way, in South Vietnam, I just drove out the American troops. Not a single one was left." He paused, then added, "Their bases are now being used by our people."

"grass……"

The leader coughed violently, this time not as a cover-up, but because he was genuinely choked.