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

"Misunderstand!"

These two words, like two red-hot iron rods, were branded hard into Hou Liangping's eardrums.

Instead of going through legal procedures or internal review, the military made its decision directly in a way he had never imagined—a forceful and absolutely dominant stance.

Misunderstand?

He brought his men to the door to legally inquire, but they didn't take anyone with them. Not only did he get beaten up, but he was also held at gunpoint.

In the end, all I got was a dismissive "misunderstanding"?

A surge of blood rushed to the top of his head, and Hou Liangping's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He wanted to roar, to demand, "Why me?"

But Zhou Weiguo didn't give him any chance to speak at all.

The voice of the armed police captain, like a loaded rifle, continued to announce the subsequent orders with cold clarity.

"The higher authorities have ordered relevant personnel at the Supreme People's Procuratorate to conduct a thorough self-examination and reflection!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Weiguo's gaze, like a tangible blade, scraped across Hou Liangping's swollen face.

He paused deliberately, allowing each word enough time to ferment.

"And, fully cooperate with Major General Shen Zhong's every need!"

"Cooperate!"

This word is more than ten times more damaging than "misunderstanding"!

Just over ten minutes ago, he was a high and mighty law enforcement officer, telling He Xia, "Please cooperate."

Now, he, and the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the Supreme People's Procuratorate that he represents, have become the party that needs to "cooperate".

The people he cooperated with were precisely those he considered to be "the lower class" and "the families of veterans"!

The sudden reversal of identities brings not anger, but a profound sense of humiliation after one's dignity has been utterly crushed.

"Hmm..."

Hou Liangping let out a wail that was unclear and sounded like a trapped beast.

He felt as if the gazes of everyone in the entire corridor had turned into tangible needles, piercing his skin and his very bones.

The faces of his subordinates behind him were already as white as paper.

They finally pieced together a terrifying truth from their leader's heart-wrenching phone call and the absurd order before them.

Following Hou Liangping was like kicking a hornet's nest.

They were riding a bicycle when they crashed head-on into an aircraft carrier fully loaded with nuclear weapons!

After announcing the order, Zhou Weiguo acted as if he hadn't heard anything.

He turned around abruptly, facing Shen Zhong, and stood at attention once more.

"Snapped!"

The heel of the military boot made a crisp sound.

"Reporting, Major General! Orders have been relayed! Please provide your instructions!"

His posture was ramrod straight, and his salute was so perfect it could be included in textbooks, demonstrating his stance through the most direct action.

Unless the general gives the order, no one is allowed to move here today.

However, Shen Zhong didn't even spare him a glance.

They didn't even give any to Hou Liangping, who was slumped on the ground.

He didn't even look at his wife, He Xia, but instead cast his calm gaze at the dusty window at the end of the corridor.

It seemed that the night outside the window was more attractive than the farce unfolding before my eyes.

This utter, pure disregard is more hurtful than any malicious words.

It was like an invisible hand that gripped Hou Liangping's throat, forcefully suppressing all the resentment, anger, and bitterness that had just welled up within him.

He felt like a clown performing desperately on stage, only to find that there wasn't a single audience member.

All the struggles seemed both ridiculous and pathetic.

"If he doesn't forgive you today..."

"You don't need to come back. Just write your will and go directly to the military court!"

The leader's desperate and cold ultimatum echoed in his mind again and again.

There is no way out.

He had no way out.

Alternatively, he could lower his self-proclaimed noble head and beg for forgiveness from the man he despised most, the one he had just slapped.

Otherwise, everything he has built up over the past twenty years through family background and scheming will vanish tonight.

Reason screamed madly, commanding him to kneel down immediately, grab the man's leg, and do everything in his power to survive.

But his innate pride acted like a crowbar, firmly supporting his knees and preventing him from bending.

He is Hou Liangping!

She's a star section chief at the Supreme People's Procuratorate!

He was the object of countless people's admiration and flattery!

How could he... how could he bow down to a mere soldier?!

Time stretched out endlessly in this deathly silence.

Every passing second was like a grinding wheel, relentlessly polishing his dignity, producing a harsh sound.

Zhou Weiguo remained motionless, saluting, like a silent sculpture.

The armed police special forces soldiers behind him formed an iron wall of people, blocking all space and possibilities.

Hou Liangping's subordinates were almost crushed by the stagnant atmosphere, their eyes filled with pleading as they looked at him.

They are begging him to save them and to save himself.

at last.

Under this silent, maddening pressure.

Hou Liangping's fists, which had turned white from the force of his grip, seemed to have all their strength drained away, and his fingers slowly and laboriously loosened.

He raised his head.

His face, a mixture of blue and purple, was devoid of any expression, reduced to a deathly ashen color.

His gaze passed over Zhou Weiguo's shoulder and landed on the man who still only showed him his back.

Then, he moved.

As if using all his strength, he took the first difficult step in the direction of the heaviness.