Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 964 - 974: Enter on Your Knees! (First Release)

Chapter 964: Chapter 974: Enter on Your Knees! (First Release)

When Tang Zhong woke up, he found himself lying in the hospital of the Dragon Group.

He only remembered that after leaving the Federation, his body finally gave out under the impact of the electromagnetic cannon, and he passed out on the spot.

When he regained consciousness, he was already in this hospital.

He was still undressed, but his recovery was almost complete. While unconscious, Tang Zhong had been vaguely aware of the restoration of his internal strength. Who could have imagined that this "Blood Stone" even had self-healing properties!

He immediately got up from the bed, stretched, and felt unusually refreshed.

Just then, a nurse walked in. Seeing him standing there, she let out a sharp scream.

The nurses had no idea who Tang Zhong was, but they knew that he was the individual several Dragon Group veterans had repeatedly instructed them to inform as soon as he woke up.

Soon, Li Linglong and others rushed over.

But their expressions were far from pleasant.

Tang Zhong, initially wearing a faint smile, frowned slightly as he noticed their furrowed brows.

"You’re awake!" Li Linglong forced a smile and said.

"Yes!" Tang Zhong scrutinized Li Linglong and noticed that his arm was wrapped in a white ribbon.

"Oh, it’s fine then. You’ve been unconscious for over ten days!" Li Linglong said, fumbling and hesitating as if unable to bring himself to speak further.

Tang Zhong could see through Li Linglong’s unease. He immediately asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No!" Li Linglong shook his head, but his gaze kept dodging.

"Then why are you wearing that white ribbon?" Tang Zhong pressed further.

"Nothing!" Li Linglong quickly tried to hide his hand.

"Tell me what happened. Why are you wearing the white ribbon? It’s only worn during mourning rituals. Who died? Speak up, did something happen?" A sense of foreboding surged in Tang Zhong’s chest, an ominous premonition that caused his entire being to tremble.

"It’s nothing... nothing!" Li Linglong waved his hand dismissively but couldn’t hide his expression.

"Speak!" Tang Zhong grabbed Li Linglong by the shoulders and shouted, "Who died?!"

"It’s... it’s Old General Peng!" Li Linglong finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and revealed the truth.

When Tang Zhong heard this, it felt as though he had been struck by thunder from all directions. His body staggered backward.

"You... you’re telling me he’s dead?"

Li Linglong nodded.

"Where is he now?" Tang Zhong demanded anxiously.

"He’s at the Dragon Group!" Li Linglong replied.

"I need to see him!" Tang Zhong said urgently.

Without delay, he rushed out.

The corridors outside were draped with white ribbons, all in remembrance of Old General Peng Yuan.

Tang Zhong barreled through, unimpeded, until he made it to the memorial hall.

Especially upon seeing the casket, he froze in place, utterly stunned.

Only half a month ago, the old general had been laughing and chatting with him face to face. Now, just half a month later, the next time Tang Zhong saw the old general, he was lying in a casket.

Inside the memorial hall, Zhang Changgong and others were present, dressed in mourning attire. When they saw Tang Zhong arrive, knowing his deep bond with Old General Peng Yuan, no one said a word.

Tang Zhong walked into the hall and approached the casket.

The casket had transparent walls, so the old general, now resting in eternal slumber, was visible inside.

Tang Zhong took one glance, and tears immediately streamed down his face.

In life, though the old general was already 80 years old, he had at least appeared robust. But now, his body was gaunt and frail. A bloody gash marked the top of his head, where his eyes had once sparkled, there were now hollow sockets instead.

He looked like a weathered, lifeless husk.

Kneeling on the ground, Tang Zhong embraced the casket, covering the old general with a blanket before rising to his feet. Looking at Zhang Changgong and the others, he demanded, "Who killed him?"

Zhang Changgong shook his head.

"Where was the body found?" Tang Zhong pressed.

"In Qin Chuan..." Zhang Changgong replied, shaking his head.

The sacred highlands had always been referred to as Qin Chuan.

"Investigate!" Tang Zhong uttered only one word. "Find out the truth and bring it to me!"

"As for the old general, he must be buried with the utmost honor!" Tang Zhong declared. He seemed calm.

But at times, the calmer someone appeared, the more terrifying their inner rage.

"But the old general had no descendants in his lifetime to act as his filial son!" Zhang Changgong said.

"I’ll do it!" Tang Zhong replied.

"You?" Zhang Changgong pointed at him, astonished.

"Yes. When is the burial?" Tang Zhong asked.

"The day after tomorrow!"

"I’ll make preparations!" Tang Zhong said.

"However... there’s something I need to inform you about," Zhang Changgong said hesitantly.

"Say it!"

"After the old general’s death, it was decided he cannot be interred in the national martyrs’ cemetery. His funeral will be conducted like an ordinary person’s," Zhang Changgong said.

Tang Zhong’s eyes narrowed sharply. "Who said this? If someone with the old general’s service and sacrifices cannot be buried in the martyrs’ cemetery, then who can?"

"The Yan Family and the rest of the ruling class," Zhang Changgong replied.

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhong clenched his fists tightly. It was those same families again. During the Divine Dragon General’s designation ceremony, Tang Zhong had taken note of their behavior. He cared little for their antics previously, but now this! The old general, who had dedicated his life to forging a new Xuan Country, had made countless contributions. If not the martyrs’ cemetery, then where?

These families had oppressed the old general in life, and now even in death, they couldn’t let him rest in peace!

"Ignore them! He will be buried in the martyrs’ cemetery. Everything else can wait; after the old general is laid to rest, I’ll deal with them," Tang Zhong said coldly.

"Understood!" Zhang Changgong nodded, no longer seeing Tang Zhong as a mere junior. Tang Zhong’s wings had already taken flight, and his future would be vast and boundless.

Soon, the Dragon Group issued an order.

Gather all of the old general’s belongings because this time, he would be buried in the grandest manner possible, and everyone must attend.

No one in the Dragon Group dared oppose this command. When news of the old general’s death broke, every member had been filled with disbelief.

Meanwhile, in the Xuanguan Sea.

In the Yan Family’s estate.

A young man stood before a middle-aged man, smiling as he said, "Father, I’ve already coordinated with those other families. Rest assured, we will not allow Peng Yuan’s wretched corpse to be buried in the martyrs’ cemetery this time!"

The young man was Yan Biao, and the middle-aged man was Yan He, head of the Yan Family of the Xuanguan Sea in Xuan Country.

Clad in a Zhongshan suit, Yan He exuded an air of imposing grandeur. After hearing Yan Biao’s report, he broke into laughter. "Good, very good! You’ve done well!"

"Peng Yuan, that stubborn fool, finally got what he deserved. A man who knew nothing of martial arts dared to act so self-important. Just because he opposed me during the Cavalry General’s designation so many years ago, he thought he could establish the Dragon Group, establish this and that. Who gave him the audacity to believe he could challenge us noble families?"

"What a joke!" Yan Biao chimed in.

"But Yan Biao, remember to stay cautious. The Dragon Group won’t take this lying down. Keep watching them closely. Under no circumstances can they be allowed to bury his remains in the martyrs’ cemetery. That cemetery is exclusive to our aristocracy after death. What does he amount to? In life, he knelt before us; in death, he must kneel still!" Yan He sneered contemptuously.

"Don’t worry, Father. As long as I’m here, nothing will go wrong. In fact, I was thinking—let Peng Yuan’s corpse enter the noble cemetery if need be, but only on his knees, forever consigned to kneel for eternity!" Yan Biao said with a sinister smirk.