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

Chapter 1537 Next time we meet, it will be a pleasure to cooperate.

All eyes were on Chen Jun.

Their eyes held fear, confusion, disbelief, and an indescribable awe. The five Westerners still standing were like five clay sculptures, motionless, even their breathing was soft, for fear of attracting the attention of the Eastern general.

Chen Jun did not look at them.

He turned around, his gaze falling on the South Vietnamese leader. The leader was looking down at the table, staring intently at it as if trying to see a hole through the smooth mahogany. Sensing Chen Jun's gaze, he abruptly raised his head, his expression as complex as an abstract painting—fear, relief, flattery, and a sense of "finally it's my turn" with a feeling of immense relief.

Chen Jun spoke, his tone calm:

"Since there are so many other guests here, I'll come back another time."

He paused.

"However, I hope I won't see them next time I come."

The South Vietnamese leader paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, as quickly as a chicken pecking at rice.

"Okay! Okay! I hope we can meet again next time... next time in a pleasant way!"

His voice trembled slightly, but he spoke each word with great force, as if using language to prove his sincerity.

He is not a fool.

On the contrary, those who sit in this position have a keener sense for power than anyone else. He had just witnessed the two Westerners' loss of composure—one sitting in his chair muttering to himself as if he had seen God; the other rushing out the door without looking back, as if being chased by the devil. He didn't know what Chen Jun had done to them, but he knew one thing:

There's definitely something wrong with the way this Yan general looks at you.

Those eyes... you can't look at them too long.

He didn't even dare to look Chen Jun in the eye again. When Chen Jun walked past him, he subconsciously turned to the side to make way, his eyes fixed on his toes, like a primary school student who had done something wrong and was too ashamed to look up.

Chen Jun walked past him.

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance on the marble floor.

They came in a hurry, and they left in a hurry.

……

Outside the conference hall, the sunlight was somewhat dazzling. Chen Jun walked down the steps, where the familiar SUV was waiting at the entrance. He opened the car door and got into the back seat.

The car slowly started and drove out of the Presidential Palace gate.

As soon as they turned the first street corner, Fan Tianlei couldn't contain himself any longer. He turned his head from the passenger seat, his excitement almost overflowing:

"Boss! That's awesome!"

His voice was loud, buzzing throughout the carriage:

"The moment you walked in, your aura was overwhelming! You silenced those Western delegations completely! They all looked like bullied little wives, hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, completely disregarding his image.

Chen Jun glanced at him.

That glance was calm, expressionless, but Fan Tianlei's smile froze on his face.

"Are you a sinkhole?" Chen Jun asked casually. "That description makes it sound like I'm abducting a woman."

Fan Tianlei opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

The main reason was that Chen Jun was watching him.

It wasn't the fierce, threatening kind of gaze—that's not scary at all. What's scary is that calm, emotionless gaze, like a bottomless pool, leaving you wondering what lies beneath. Especially since Fan Tianlei had just secretly observed from outside the conference hall—he had personally witnessed how those two Westerners were defeated by Chen Jun's gaze, one utterly dejected, the other fleeing in panic.

He dared not look Chen Jun in the eye again.

He looked away, staring at the windshield, trying to make his voice sound normal:

"Um... Boss, I just saw the expression on the South Vietnamese leader's face. He really looked like a little wife who had been bullied by you, with his head down, not daring to look at you..."

He paused, then couldn't help turning his head away, but this time he only dared to look at Chen Jun's shoulder:

"How did you do that? I want to learn."

His tone carried a hint of flattery and a hint of expectation:

"I also want to be a villain, to abduct women or something..."

Chen Jun did not laugh.

He just stared at Fan Tianlei, and that gaze sent chills down Fan Tianlei's spine.

"You can't learn it."

Chen Jun said this in a calm tone, as if stating a fact:

"This is a form of hypnosis. If you don't learn it properly..."

He paused.

"You will become that commoner girl who gets robbed."

Fan Tianlei was stunned.

It took his brain three seconds to process the sentence, and then a chill ran up his tailbone, spreading along his spine to the back of his head. His expression froze on his face, his mouth slightly open, like a fish thrown ashore.

"Holy crap..."

He finally managed to squeeze out two words, his voice trembling.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

Then, a deafening burst of laughter erupted.

He Chenguang laughed so hard he almost fell over, leaning back in his chair, unable to straighten up. Wang Yanbing slapped his thigh hard, tears welling in his eyes. Xu Tianlong clutched his stomach, his shoulders heaving. Even the usually composed Song Kaifei couldn't help but grin, letting out a suppressed laugh.

"Yes! Yes!" He Chenguang said with a laugh, "Staff Officer Fan, you are indeed suitable to be the abducted civilian woman!"

"You've got a trap!" Wang Yanbing added, "You're such a trap!"

"A sinkhole within a sinkhole!" Xu Tianlong laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. "A sinkhole within a sinkhole!"

All sorts of inappropriate remarks flew out of these people's mouths, like a flock of chattering sparrows, turning the carriage into a vegetable market.

Fan Tianlei blushed.

His cheeks flushed red all the way to his ears, and from his ears to his neck. He opened his mouth to retort, but each time he managed to utter a syllable, he was drowned out by new laughter and teasing. In the end, he could only give up, sitting there with a red face, accepting this round of merciless "mockery."

To be honest, Zhan Ge had a mission for sending them to follow Chen Jun—to mentor the other members of the Strategic Bureau and set an example for them. That's why He Chenguang and the others haven't gone back yet; they're staying here to carry out the mission with Chen Jun.

During this process, they had already figured out Fan Tianlei's background.

Wolf Fang Special Forces, Fan Tiankeng.

This nickname wasn't given for nothing.

Back when he was in Langya, he did have a "glorious period"—either he messed up missions or he let his teammates down, so much so that later, whenever there was an important operation, the leader would ask one more question: "Is Fan Tiankeng going? If he is, prepare three backup plans."

Fan Tianlei sat there, his face flushed, listening to the jokes that exposed his past, feeling both angry and amused. He was angry that these guys didn't give him any face, but he was amused because... it was indeed true.

Chen Jun leaned back in his seat, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He didn't participate in the banter, but simply watched the street scenes rushing past the window. The car drove through the streets of the southern Vietnamese capital, heading towards the outskirts, towards the area they had already brought under their control.

The Strategic Bureau's temporary headquarters was located there.

……

In the days that followed, Chen Jun went into a period of rest.

There were no special missions or emergencies. He slept until he naturally woke up every day, then strolled around the base, read books, drank tea, and occasionally chatted with Zhan Ge and the others. He Chenguang and the others would sometimes come over to ask him questions, and he would patiently answer them.

On the surface, everything was calm.

But everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm.

He is waiting.

Waiting for South Vietnam's reaction.

Although the leader was quite frightened, he was never the only one making the decisions. The South Vietnamese leadership, the military, the intelligence agencies, and the forces behind the Westerners who had been scared away would repeatedly engage in games of strategy, weighing options, and vying for power in the coming days.

What will they choose?

Should they succumb to the pressure from Yan and accept the reality of having troops stationed there? Or should they struggle unwillingly, trying to find some kind of balance? Or perhaps—take a desperate gamble and join forces with the United States for a final stand?

Chen Jun didn't know.

He wasn't in a hurry to know.

What's meant to come will come.

He simply sat quietly by the window, watching the distant mountains gradually blur in the twilight, and the clouds on the horizon dyed blood red by the setting sun. The scene was beautiful, as beautiful as a painting.

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip.