I go to the underworld to rally my old troops; a hundred thousand banners shall slay the king of hell!

At that critical moment, Zhang Beihai gave an order in a voice that was almost a roar.

"Bureau Chief?!"

Everyone froze.

"I said, lower your guns!" Zhang Beihai roared again.

The soldiers exchanged looks. Though filled with confusion and hesitation, they finally lowered their weapons slowly.

Military orders were absolute.

Yue Changlong finally stopped less than a meter from Zhang Beihai.

He stood a full head taller than Zhang Beihai.

He looked down at him, his gaze calm yet carrying a power that could pierce straight through a person's heart.

Meeting his eyes, Zhang Beihai felt as though none of his thoughts could remain hidden before this man.

He gave a bitter smile and drew his sidearm from his waist.

But he did not aim it at Yue Changlong. Instead... he aimed it at himself.

No, more precisely, at the ground beneath his feet.

"Division Commander Yue."

Zhang Beihai's voice was full of bitterness and helplessness.

"I'm just Zhang Beihai, a nobody whose words carry little weight. I know I can't stop you."

"I don't want to be your enemy, nor would I dare."

"But as the Bureau Chief of Bureau 7, as a soldier of the Dragon Kingdom, I have my duty."

"I can't stand by and watch you attack one of the Eight Great Clans and spark a crisis that could shake the very foundations of our nation."

He paused and drew a deep breath, his eyes suddenly hardening with resolve!

"So if you want to get past here today, you'll have to step over my corpse!"

With that, he moved to pull the trigger and shoot himself in the thigh!

He wanted to fulfill his final duty this way, with his own blood!

But before his finger could press down.

A broad, powerful hand had already seized