e looking at him warily, and one of his subordinates cautiously asked, "Boss, what should we do Should we move"Meng Dili wished he could find an escape route right now. Being humiliated in front of al...Chapter 1048 - A Complete Rejection

The time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, a month had passed. Wang Zheng's injuries were barely recovering to around eighty percent, which was rather ironic because each time he recuperated, it was his rare break from action.

After the Dragon Scale returned home, the Ashmar Organization, infamous for its cruel and inhumane actions, had finally infuriated the international community. Li Yiran's tragic suicide deeply wounded everyone's hearts; public appeals grew louder with each passing day. Many major countries declared their intent to intensify global efforts against terrorist organizations, with Ashmar being their primary target due to its fragmented state. Various special forces were parachuted into Bilalbia. The United States spared no expense and launched cruise missiles upon discovering any terror group sniper points in the area. In such a life-or-death situation, those remnants of the Ashmar Organization had only two choices: surrender or perish.

The international community's firm stance against terrorist organizations also spurred a reaction from other global terror groups. To avoid annihilation under this high-pressure policy, these shadowy figures were forced to temporarily lower their profile; they dared not make any moves for fear of attracting overwhelming retaliation.

The "Organization of the People's Liberation of America," which had once planned to retaliate against Second Leader Ayubas with similar methods, also paused its revenge. Ashmar Organization was more formidable than them, yet even such an established terrorist group in Africa couldn't survive this onslaught. What better result could they hope for

Today marked Wang Zheng's discharge date. Under the close attention of the state, major media outlets didn't report on Dragon Scale’s return. Heroes were heroes, but reducing exposure was still best for China's most elite forces.

If it had been any other day, Wang Zheng would likely have found military hospital's entrance swarming with reporters upon his discharge.

Standing quietly outside the glass wall of Li Yiran’s neuro-intensive care unit on the top floor, Wang Zheng gazed at her oxygen mask-covered face, his eyes reflecting thoughts that were hard to decipher.

It had been so many days since she fell into this deep sleep with no signs of improvement.

Lid Yiran's eyelids closed gently; her skin was nearly transparent and looked fragile. Tubes were connected to her body, and the sight through the glass wall reminded Wang Zheng of Li Yiran’s resolute act when she threw herself at the stone wall. Shaking his head, he found it hard to bear watching further.

"Rest well; you will get better, definitely."

"Those who harmed you will pay with their blood." Wang Zheng clenched his fist and turned away. Li Yiran couldn't hear him, but that didn’t matter because the important thing was for Wang Zheng to hear his own voice.

The voice within himself.

Wang Zheng didn't have any guards escort him; he had very little luggage, and carried a backpack as he left the Capital Military Area General Hospital.

The moment Wang Zheng stepped out of the main gate, four handsome soldiers saluted him in unison.

Looking back at this towering building and the place where he had spent over a month, Wang Zheng squinted slightly.

This marked both an end and a beginning.

The moment his feet stepped out, it meant that a protracted tug-of-war was finally heading towards its explosive climax of counterattack.

Wearing casual clothes, although everyone in the country knew his resume and photos now, identifying him on the street wasn't an easy task yet. Therefore, Wang Zheng didn’t feel the need to disguise himself.

Wang Zheng wanted to hail a taxi but noticed a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulling up beside him.

The windows of the Phantom were completely covered with black film, making it impossible to see who was inside.

Wang Zheng didn't recognize this vehicle, but he hoped it was friendly rather than hostile.

The car window rolled down, revealing Su Tianran's face.

"Get in. Let’s find a place and I'll treat you to a meal," Su Tianran tried his best to force out a smile as he said this.

However, under Wang Zheng's sharp and cold gaze, Su Tianran felt that his smile was extremely stiff and unnatural.

Wang Zheng simply looked down at Su Tianran from above for a minute without showing any change in expression.

Su Tianran felt extremely uncomfortable under Wang Zheng's direct gaze. He was about to open the car door and get out when he noticed that Wang Zheng had spoken.

"You don't need to get out," said Wang Zheng.

"What" Su Tianran hadn't heard clearly.

"A Rolls-Royce Phantom, this car is quite expensive, right" Wang Zheng suddenly asked a question without much thought.

"It's not cheap," replied Su Tianran. The moment he finished speaking, he noticed that Wang Zheng had already disappeared from sight.

However, Wang Zheng did not leave but returned to the main gate of the military hospital.

"Comrade, can I borrow your gun for a while" said Wang Zheng, saluting the guard.

The guard was so excited upon seeing Wang Zheng speak to him that he couldn't contain his excitement. A month ago, he had resolved to make Wang Zheng his lifelong idol, and now his idol was approaching him personally; how could he not be thrilled

His heart racing with excitement, the guard didn't think twice about it or care whether it was against regulations. He simply took off his gun and handed it to Wang Zheng.

"There's only one blank cartridge inside," the guard kindly reminded him.

"I won’t fire the gun; if anything goes wrong, I’ll return it to you after a minute." Wang Zheng patted the guard on the shoulder and walked away.

As he approached the Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance, Wang Zheng held the barrel of the gun down and swung it forcefully!

Bang!

The steel buttstock of the rifle made intimate contact with the side glass, causing it to shatter into a mess!

Su Tianran's smile vanished; no, it wasn't just that—it was frozen on his face. He seemed not to have noticed even as the glass shattered all around him.

Wang Zheng didn't stop and walked straight to the front windshield, delivering another heavy blow with the rifle butt!

He struck six times in total; every piece of glass on the Rolls-Royce was now in pieces!

The driver had long been frightened into paralysis by Wang Zheng's imposing presence. He'd seen ruthless acts before but never anything like this—daring to smash a car, especially such an expensive Phantom model, right in front of his young master! Was he suicidal

As the driver tried to get out of the vehicle to stop Wang Zheng, he was met with a stern gaze from the latter. Those eyes were devoid of any emotion and as cold as frost.

After smashing the car, Wang Zheng picked up his rifle and walked away step by step without even glancing in Su Tianran's direction.

"Thank you for lending me the gun." Wang Zheng handed back the steel rifle to the guard. "There may be some minor deformations, but it shouldn't affect its accuracy."

The guard wasn't concerned about whether his idol had damaged his rifle; he took it and excitedly exclaimed, "Idol, you're amazing! It's my first time seeing a gun used like this."

Wang Zheng was at a loss for words. He hadn’t realized the guard was complimenting him.

After returning the rifle, Wang Zheng left via the other side of the street, still not glancing back at Su Tianran once.

Su Tianran shook his head as he watched Wang Zheng's retreating figure, a gloomy expression on his face that seemed to drip with water.

"Are you trying to tell me there is no turning back" Su Tianran’s voice was cold and tinged with helplessness.ang Yanqing's account."You ungrateful one, why are you laughing Doesn't this mean that our Zhang family isn't favored by your old Han family" Seeing how her husband reacted like this, Zhan Yanqing was...