A week later.
The Capital.
The city's entire population crowded outside the airport.
The streets emptied as everyone turned out, an unprecedented spectacle.
The old man, his back slightly stooped and his face weary, came into view wearing a thin coat.
Stripped of his identity as a war zone commander, he was no different from any ordinary little old man.
His hands clasped behind his back, he looked pleased with himself despite having come to confess his guilt.
Everyone present, men and women, young and old, looked at him with reverence.
Although he had deployed troops without requesting authorization, that did not stop the people from regarding him as a hero.
Outside the airport.
Three groups stood ramrod straight.
Their reactions differed when they saw him arrive.
The Capital Police Bureau's men rushed forward, pulling out Special Handcuffs to arrest him.
"Have you all fucking had enough of living?"
The man behind the old man spoke slowly.
Zhou Zheng stepped forward with a dark expression, stared at their leader, and said each word distinctly, "Before you cuff our old man, think carefully about whether your own hands are clean. Otherwise, I've got plenty of ways to destroy you."
The Police Bureau was rushing to arrest Old Sun merely to gain a little advantage and forge connections with the highest-ranking power brokers.
Sun and Guan might have been powerful, but their influence lay within the Military Department. Within the establishment, they were far less influential than Yang, Bai, and Ding.
But Zhou Zheng's words struck those hoping to claim the credit like a thunderbolt.
Whose hands were completely clean these days?
An investigation by the Fourth War Zone's intelligence team alone could ruin them.
"I am guilty. My crime was failing to follow the rules of the game, but you have