CHAPTER 1246: CHAPTER 244: YAN HE TAKES THE STAGE—COURTESY BEFORE FORCE (PART 7)

This is a military command post located hundreds of meters underground, protected from nuclear explosions above, surrounded by many high-tech electronic devices, with people coming and going constantly.

Yan Song walked straight ahead, passing through the long corridor, and came to a door at the end, knocking on it softly.

"Come in." A steady voice came from inside.

Yan Song pushed the door open and went inside.

Sitting behind the desk was a man in his forties or fifties, who smiled when he saw the visitor: "You’ve arrived."

Yan Song walked over, stood up straight, and saluted: "Good day, Chief."

"Enough with the formalities, is everything done?" The man smiled warmly.

"Mission accomplished."

"Hmm, Elder Shu and that person from the Xiao Family are very close; it’s time to give them a wake-up call," the man said, motioning to Yan Song: "Have a seat."

"I’ll stand."

Standing as straight as a rifle, "Alright, no need to put on an act in front of me. Don’t I know your temperament? You’ve been doing well lately. I’ve decided to transfer you to the Second Department. What do you think?"

Yan Song straightened up, his tone firm: "I will follow all leadership arrangements."

The man’s eyes grew deep, staring at him: "You know why I’m transferring you to the Second Department, and I know what’s on your mind. I hope you won’t disappoint me."

Yan Song squinted his eyes: "I won’t."

The tone was decisive.

The man nodded with a smile: "There, it’s the base camp for internal and external intelligence systems, with many tasks and complicated personnel. You’re so young, can you handle it?"

Yan Song’s lips curled into a cold smile: "Just watch."

"We’ll see."

The Second Department, consisting of six bureaus, had their key members gathered to await the arrival of the newly appointed leader. They were all guessing the age and previous role of this new leader, as there hadn’t been any prior notice.

"Minister Liang just left, and this new minister is here. Who is he?"

"Who knows, they must have a strong background," someone said, pointing upwards, "We small fry should just do our part well. The big wave won’t reach us."

As they said this, they glanced at the man standing to the side, thinking some people were going to have a hard time.

The man’s brows and eyes lowered slightly, his hand beneath his sleeve slightly clenched.

Just then, heavy footsteps approached, making everyone’s hearts race. Here they come...

The door was pushed open from outside, and a military boot stepped in first, as if stepping on their hearts, making everyone’s hearts skip a beat.

The legs beneath the military pants were long and fit, radiating explosive power. Looking up, more leg...this person was so tall...

The man wore a dark green military uniform, tall and upright, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, lean and strong. The uniform accentuated his handsome face with a resolute coldness, softening the exquisite beauty and adding a touch of iron-blooded masculinity, a combination that left people spellbound.

This group was dumbfounded; this man was too young, too handsome, especially a few female members, who didn’t blink.

Yan Song’s cold gaze slowly swept over everyone, and an unseen but palpable authority filled the room, causing them to quickly lower their heads, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

"I am Yan Song, your new minister." His deep and magnetic voice slowly echoed, like a heavy hammer gently striking their hearts, making their hearts shiver involuntarily.

"Next, it’s your turn to introduce yourselves." Yan Song casually pointed: "Start with you."

The person pointed at was momentarily stunned, then quickly responded. "I am Hao Ming, head of Bureau One, currently responsible for major domestic offices and overseas intelligence collection operations...."

"I am Zhang Chao, head of Bureau Two, currently in charge of the intelligence departments under the seven military districts...."

...

Finally, one person stood still, simply looking at the man opposite. Yan Song raised a brow: "Qian Xi, head of Bureau Six, primarily collects foreign intelligence through secret means, with five groups under you, special agents spread worldwide, infiltrating all levels. You once went undercover in an African criminal group for five years, finally working both inside and outside to destroy their headquarters in one fell swoop, becoming famous in one battle, known as the King of Special Agents, isn’t that right?"

Qian Xi clenched his fist: "King of Special Agents? The minister holds me in too high regard." His tone was somewhat mocking.

Yan Song smiled: "I’ve heard your great name many times, but it’s the first time seeing you in person. In front of seniors, I dare not act presumptuously."

Qian Xi was taken aback, what did this person mean?

Yan Song was known too, as the son of Yan Nanmo, who had made remarkable achievements in recent years, rapidly rising in rank, already...a colonel, the youngest colonel in history.

The state breaking conventions to promote talent, no longer bound by age divisions, would inspire more young people to serve the nation. Although he came from the Yan Family, everything he had now was earned by himself. Qian Xi didn’t expect it to be him.

The others also looked at Yan Song, not knowing what this new minister meant, trying to please Qian Xi? But Qian Xi was clearly a thorn, indeed, after Minister Liang stepped down, the most likely successor was Qian Xi. They didn’t expect an outsider to take the position, especially someone much younger, there’s bound to be some imbalance.

"No need for Minister Yan to tease me, there is no senior or junior here, only superior and subordinate...." Before he finished speaking, that person suddenly moved, agile as a leopard, with a force like thunder, a long leg sweeping over. Qian Xi only hesitated for a moment, then quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding the move, what speed this person had.

In an instant, the two were entangled in a fight. Qian Xi, battle-hardened, naturally was relentless in attack, but this young man was unexpected to him. They were equally matched, making for a spectacular fight.

The more they fought, the more intense it became, with each strike landing solidly, the force was fierce. Soon, both had minor injuries, finally, Qian Xi was caught off guard by a feint and kicked to the ground, the next moment the man dislocated his shoulder, kneeling on his back.

"Here, we speak with strength."

Their exciting fight left several people with wide-open eyes, this new minister wasn’t just for show, using a strategy of courtesy before force effectively. Qian Xi responded well to such methods, to be honest, in the entire General Staff Department, you could count on one hand those who could beat Qian Xi, now came another, Qian Xi responds to toughness, not softness, dealing with him is better this way. It seems this new minister knows military strategy...

"I concede." Qian Xi spoke, his face pressed to the cold floor.

Yan Song released him and leisurely stood up, elegantly straightening his collar.

Qian Xi grinned as he stood up, looking at Yan Song with gradually changing eyes.

He was right, here strength speaks, since he can’t win, he has to obey.

"Everyone write a summary report and submit it to me by tomorrow evening." With that, he stepped out.

The others exchanged glances and hurriedly got to writing.

Yan Song walked into the office, Qian Xi followed and knocked before entering, "What do you want to know?"

Yan Song slowly sat down, motioning to the seat opposite: "Please sit."

Qian Xi sat down opposite him.

Yan Song wrote something on paper, then turned it to him.

Qian Xi’s pupils shrank at the sight of the flowing, forceful letters.

It plainly read—queen.

Empress, a legendary underworld empress.

"Over the years, I’ve been investigating this organization. Although not complete, I’m sure it’s more comprehensive than any other intelligence organization...."

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When Yan Song returned to the West Warm Pavilion, Yun Ya was already asleep. Yan Song sat by the bed, watching her.

Moonlight streamed through the lattice window, falling on her sleeping face, serene and exquisite under the moonlight.

Yan Song watched, captivated.

I know what you expect, what you fear.

When that day comes, I hope to stand before you, becoming your support.