Strongest Soldier King

After verifying Luo Zheng's credentials, they indeed matched the number, but nobody knew Luo Zheng. Seeing his impressive skills, they thought he must be an ace, beyond their reach, so they didn't ask further. The leader arranged for someone to report first, while others took the wounded, gesturing to Luo Zheng that he could leave.

Luo Zheng wasn't polite and walked forward. On the way, Lan Xing's inquiry sounded in his earpiece: "Are you okay going to see that old turtle Song Haitian? Do you want me to notify my grandfather? If yes, tap your ear once with your palm. The palm's breeze will activate the earpiece's sound. If no, tap twice lightly."

Luo Zheng thought for a moment, considering it better to let Mr. Li know, so he gently tapped his ear once, pretending to be casual while following these people forward. Looking at the courtyard surrounded by green trees, he sensed snipers lurking, and his face turned serious. If Song Haitian acted now, wouldn't he be doomed? Thinking of this, Luo Zheng secretly became cautious.

Having fought with the Song family for so long, Luo Zheng had seen Song Haitian's photo but hadn't met him in person, especially Song Tao. Meeting them together could deepen his understanding and increase his chances of winning future battles. Unknowingly, he arrived at the entrance of the Song family compound, following the leading guard forward while others were left outside.

In the ancient and rustic living room, Song Haitian looked at Luo Zheng entering with a calm face, feeling complex emotions. A trivial soldier reaching this point in such a short time and even threatening the family—what's happening to the world? Is it that he's really getting old?

Luo Zheng stepped slowly into the living room, his gaze naturally falling on Song Haitian's white-haired, somber face, sitting regally on the Taishi chair in a Tang suit, exuding an authoritative aura that enveloped Luo Zheng, thick and as heavy as a mountain.

Having seen life and death and Mr. Li's aura, Luo Zheng felt no psychological pressure from such official authority, ignoring it, exuding his sharp aura like a sword directly penetrating Song Haitian's mountain-like pressure but was still blocked by it; their aura evenly matched.

This result meant nothing to Luo Zheng; aura couldn't kill, it was purely psychological, but inside Song Haitian, waves surged. A soldier with no knowledge actually blocking his official authority—who would believe this? Remembering his family's younger generation facing him timidly, being stifled by his aura, compared to this person—it was heaven and earth. No wonder all his attempts ended in vain; he underestimated the opponent.

If Luo Zheng knew his actions made Song Haitian regard him highly, he'd surely pretend fearful, ultimately his lack of experience, especially dealing with cunning people like Song Haitian; even a glance, word, or tone could reveal his hand. But Luo Zheng had his ways, coldly looking at Song Haitian, arrogantly demanding, "Why did you arrange for people to assassinate me?" Directly accusing, with an earpiece, if Song Haitian answered improperly, it would be evidence.

"What's going on?" Song Haitian, seeing Luo Zheng accusing immediately, didn't get angry, instead calmly looked at the Guard Captain with inquiry.

The Captain briefly explained the situation, Song Haitian calmly said to Luo Zheng, "You've heard the situation, just a misunderstanding. I'm deeply regretful for the injustice towards you; they acted diligently. Let's just let this matter go,"

"I don't care, but arbitrarily injuring so many guards? How will the guards internally handle this? I remember you're part of the Guard, not some leader's private soldiers, right? Protecting leaders is your duty, but abusing power is wrong. They went straight for the kill, skipping basic warning procedures, trying to show off for whom?" Luo Zheng turned coldly to the Guard Captain.

The Guard Captain's face changed drastically; just as Luo Zheng said, the Guard protects certain level officials' safety, not private soldiers, obeying the Guard orders. Luo Zheng's words hit hard, the Captain didn't know how to answer, feeling awkward.

"They aimed to catch the kidnappers to make up for mistakes; let it go," Song Haitian said calmly, with a hint of reprimand, as if saying Luo Zheng was meddling.

"You don't seem to have the right to interfere with Guard matters?" Luo Zheng coldly rebutted.

The Guard belongs to the direct command of the top leader; Song Haitian truly lacked such authority, his expression tightened, eyes slightly closed, suppressing his temper internally without speaking further, but inside, anger surged, Luo Zheng snorted coldly, addressing the Guard Captain, "Now, as a Major of the Guards, I'm asking you why you attempted to kill me?" Luo Zheng held the Major rank, asking a Lieutenant rank Captain was reasonable.

"Report, Major, the kidnapper took hostages from us, it's a disgrace; we aimed to erase it, acted rashly, request Major's punishment," the Guard Captain quickly said.

"Hostages taken from you? When did you start serving as guards for civilians, and shouldn't catching kidnappers be police work? When did it become your duty? Was it the headquarters' order?" Luo Zheng quickly seized the flaw in his words, mercilessly questioning.

"I?" The Guard Captain was momentarily at a loss, not knowing what to say. Assigned to protect national officials, over time, their hearts changed, aligning with those they protected, even protecting their families became a natural matter, unspoken, but indeed irregular.

"You handle this within the headquarters," Luo Zheng coldly said, confirming the kidnapping fact from the Captain, losing interest in staying, he looked at Song Haitian, "Heard your family was kidnapped, wonder who's so bold, kidnapping the Song family, truly reckless."

"Don't bother with this," Song Haitian coldly said, being disregarded by a young junior broke his dignity.

"Kidding, such matters don't require my intervention; you can resolve them yourselves. I won't interrupt, let's consider this matter settled, hopefully no more misunderstandings in the future," Luo Zheng sneered and turned to leave.

Song Haitian watched Luo Zheng's departing figure, clutching the Taishi chair tightly, veins bulging, pale; his closed eyes flickered with cold murderous energy, his entire body trembling. When had anyone dared be so arrogant in the Song family hall? A disgrace.