Chapter 198: A Ruthless Reckoning

Killing intent surged.

After his barrage of insults, Yenir simply curled his lips and shot Zhang Meng a disdainful look, as if he were nothing more than an idiot.

Yes, exactly like that.

Keep attacking—get even crazier!

He longed for Zhang Meng to completely lose his mind, to be so infuriated that death would come calling. From the very start, Yenir had no intention of letting this old dog survive.

At this point, he surely couldn’t kill Zhang Meng outright—if he could take out his son, that would be considered a win.

But one must eliminate the root of the problem.

For Yenir, this was the best chance to finish Zhang Meng off. The angrier this old useless man got, the more he craved his destruction. General Sun Weiguo, with no other option, could only kill him to ensure his own safety.

Otherwise, once Zhang Meng regained his senses, that would spell real trouble.

He didn’t want a Third-Stage mid-level lurking in the shadows, endlessly plotting revenge.

Thus, Yenir’s arrogance only grew, as if he were daring to stick his head right in his enemy’s face.

“Boom!!”

Watching Zhang Meng completely unhinge under Yenir’s relentless assault, General Sun Weiguo furrowed his brow and was forced to strike again.

With a massive hand fanning out like a paddle, he smacked Zhang Meng’s lower back, and an overwhelming force sent the poor man reeling, spitting blood.

It was as if half his waist had been shattered.

After being slammed into the ground, Zhang Meng, his face set in defiance, continued to cough up blood.

He lifted his head high, his eyes fixed intently on Yenir barely a meter away, his mangled body writhing in desperate struggle.

Hatred burned within him!

In a torrent of sorrow and rage, if a look could kill, Yenir would have been torn to pieces a thousand times over.

Standing above Zhang Meng, Yenir allowed himself a brief, regretful glance at General Sun Weiguo.

He could tell that Sun Weiguo had held back.

After all, as a commander, even the gravest mistake wouldn’t earn him an immediate death.

What a pity…

Still, he decided to add more fuel to the fire—let’s see if this old waste can unleash any hidden potential.

With that thought in mind,

Yenir leaned down with a mocking smile, looking at Zhang Meng, who was half-buried in the dirt, and whispered sarcastically:

“What’s the matter? Feeling desperate? Do you really want to kill me?”

“Commander Zhang, I gave you a chance, yet you proved utterly useless…”

“Let me tell you, from now on even a single toe is more important than you. Want to kill me?”

“Maybe in your next life…”

“Aaaaah!!!”

Stoked into a frenzy by Yenir’s words, Zhang Meng, like a writhing maggot, struggled violently, fighting to throw a punch even as his body itself seemed to tear apart!

He knew Yenir was right—but it was the truth that drove him mad.

As onlookers watched the scene unfold and listened to Zhang Meng’s wretched, agonizing cries, an inexplicable chill swept over them.

For many Third-Stages present, there was something about this youth that stirred an unsettling fear.

At this point, could they not see what Yenir was up to?

Such ruthless ambition.

Such brutal methods—utterly domineering!

When he vowed to kill, he killed. When he set his mind on obliterating someone, there would be no mercy or room for error.

Some had previously thought Yenir was merely overly sharp and prideful, needing to keep a low profile in the Capital. But now, he was being labeled from every angle.

Even those with hidden agendas had cooled off any thoughts of provoking Yenir.

They saw it clearly now—this kid was relying on his demonic talent to wipe out his enemies completely.

With extraordinary talent, invincible potential, and not even remotely the mindset of an 18-year-old, Yenir was now seen by many as comparable to ancient monsters.

Look at Zhang Meng—a true commander reduced to such a pitiful end.

“Yenir, that’s enough.”

On the dais, Li Xuanguo sighed in resignation as he watched Yenir from a distance.

Slowly rising, he shook his head in a signal for Yenir to stop.

Any further, and the situation would spiral out of control.

The Prime Minister spoke, prompting Yenir to silently sigh, wipe off his mocking grin, and turn his calm gaze towards Li Xuanguo:

“Alright.”

“But I demand an explanation.”

“He meant to kill me.”

Pointing one finger at Zhang Meng, who writhed angrily on the ground, Yenir said little more—his underlying message was crystal clear.

He was sparing Li Xuanguo face, yet he demanded an explanation in return!

Of course, if these high-ups, after witnessing his display, still chose to spare Zhang Meng, then sorry—Yenir had plans of his own for the next move.

He needed absolute commitment from the authorities! Their stance would determine his next steps!

He would only allow a debacle like Zhang Meng’s to occur once. If such incidents happened again, he wouldn’t have time to plan!

At his words, everyone felt a sudden chill and listened in stunned silence.

Wasn’t this kind of dialogue a bit inappropriate?

To them, Yenir’s words were practically forcing the Prime Minister to explain himself.

“Yenir! Don’t talk to the Prime Minister like that!”

In a flash, Zhao Long glanced nervously at Li Xuanguo, then stared at Yenir with urgent alarm—he nearly wanted to cover Yenir’s mouth.

Such sheer arrogance! Who did Li Xuanguo think he was? As one of the most powerful figures in Huaguo, he couldn’t be addressed in that manner!

Meanwhile,

In silence, Li Xuanguo gave the young man before him a long, penetrating look.

Yet, he showed no anger.

At his level, personal feelings held little weight—national interests came first. In that sense, he was the very picture of selflessness.

He had recognized Yenir’s value.

For the upcoming intercontinental dungeon run, he needed Yenir.

“Alright, I’ll give you an explanation!”

“Weiguo! Drag Zhang Meng down and throw him in military prison!”

As Li Xuanguo’s orders rang out, many of the high-ups felt a sudden chill. Meanwhile, Zhang Meng, still struggling, froze suddenly, his face turning deathly pale.

Unbelievably, he had truly been abandoned!

………

“Damn… it’s terrifying…”

“Dad, I was so lucky not to have gone up there—otherwise, death would have been in vain…”

In the newly arranged conference room, Wang Kai looked on at Yenir seated beside Li Xuanguo with lingering fear.

To be honest, when Zhang Yang found him, he’d been slightly tempted.

Ten of them teaming up against Yenir should have guaranteed a win, but he never expected Yenir’s strength to be on such a bizarre level.

Luckily, his old man’s keen eye immediately spotted the problem.

Lightly patting Wang Kai’s shoulder, Wang Chu cast a composed glance at Yenir on the dais.

Yet, unlike Wang Kai’s thoughts, he himself felt a twinge of apprehension.

It wasn’t that he believed Yenir was supremely strong—it was that the risk was just too great. After all, Wang Kai wasn’t destined for the top rank; even if he won, it wouldn’t bring honor.

With a wistful sigh.

Watching Yenir in the distance, a subtle mix of melancholy and envy welled up inside him.

He wondered what kind of treatment the high-ups would reserve for Yenir at the upcoming rewards conference…

Considering Yenir’s many displays, a rush of complex emotions overtook him.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that with Yenir’s arrival, the Capital might soon undergo a drastic transformation…