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Chapter 373 I warned you long ago, didn't you listen?

Enraged, Erlin's forehead veins bulged: "I think you've had too much of a good life and forgotten what you're supposed to do and what you're not supposed to do in the army! Get the hell out of here, you're all dead, but I don't have time to deal with you bunch of bastards right now!"

"Remember, your military career ends here!"

General Erling's words caused the soldiers, who were scrambling to their feet in a panic, to show expressions of fear and resentment. However, they could not possibly resist this powerful general in the base. In fact, Erling's authority was already deeply ingrained in their minds. Not to mention resisting, they didn't even dare to utter a word in response. They all slunk out of the interrogation room.

Erlin then went to Ma Zhaodi's side and pulled him up from the ground, chair and all. When he saw the other man's bewildered look, he became even angrier.

"You bastard, is the wine good?"

Upon hearing this question, Ma Zhaodi seemed to snap out of his daze, and he subconsciously smacked his lips.

"It's alright, but there wasn't enough. I didn't get enough to drink."

Erlin raised his foot to kick again, but at that moment, Ma Zhaodi immediately spoke up.

"I know what you want! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Erlin's eyes lit up. His feud with Ma Zhaodi was purely a personal grudge, with not a trace of official business involved. Unexpectedly, what he originally intended to do by torture to extract a confession had now yielded an unexpected result, and settling a personal score had turned into a substantive investigation.

“You’d better know what you’re talking about.” He grinned, a sinister and cruel smile spreading across his face. “I advise you not to lie to me, kid. If you’re just trying to avoid getting punched a couple more times and you’re going to spew some nonsense out of me, I’ll beat the brains out of you.”

Ma Zhaodi chuckled to himself. Ever since he mastered the master-level unarmed close combat skills, his ability to take a beating and control his body had become unparalleled. Whether it was the punch yesterday or the kicks today, they barely hurt him. He controlled his muscles to easily dissipate the force during movement, so they couldn't cause any damage.

But he still pretended to be tortured into confessing.

"You're looking for a woman, aren't you? A woman in a leather jacket, leather pants, blonde hair, who looks very pretty."

Erlin smiled with satisfaction.

“Okay, very good,” he said. “Tell me where she is. Once you’ve told me, you can leave.”

How do I know you'll keep your word?

"Do you have a choice?"

"..." Ma Zhaodi remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but sigh.

“I want to leave this base with you. I never want to stay here again—if you find that woman, you must release me on the spot.”

Erlin's smile widened. As it turned out, punches and kicks not only pried open the other person's mouth, but also knocked out their head.

He actually thought he would let him go.

“Okay, no problem.” Erlin agreed immediately: “I’ll let you go once you catch her.”

Just as he finished speaking, a soldier suddenly knocked on the door of the interrogation room.

"Sir! A large number of reporters have surrounded your wife's company, saying they want to conduct an interview."

"reporter.?"

Erlin was completely baffled. He couldn't recall doing anything recently that would warrant such questioning from reporters. Could it be his arrest at the police station yesterday? But he had only brought a small group of people, and those reporters wouldn't dare to confront him over an Asian person.

At that point, a simple statement that the matter involves military secrets will be enough to shut them all down. Besides, Ma Zhaodi is of Asian descent, so this matter won't even cause a ripple in the public opinion.

Those reporters are all smart; they usually consider the consequences of being blacklisted by their military superior. What's going on this time? Have they all gone mad?

He frowned, pulled Ma Zhaodi up from the stool, and dragged him out of the interrogation room. He wanted to see what was going on.

A moment later, Erlin, driving, deliberately bypassed his own front door and peered through the alley from his car. Sure enough, a group of reporters were gathered there. He frowned, but didn't intend to deal with the matter now, because Susie's situation was far more important than these clueless media outlets.

As for his wife, she works in the building and doesn't really care about the group of reporters surrounding her.

Erlin started the car, intending to drive directly off the street, but coincidentally, the car stalled and broke down shortly after starting.

"Damn it! Why did this have to happen now!"

Even more coincidentally, at that moment, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd of reporters, "That's General Erling's car!"

Erling had a bad feeling. He watched as a large group of reporters swarmed over from the street and cursed under his breath. He immediately picked up his walkie-talkie.

"Quick! The person following behind me, come pick me up in a car right now! My car has broken down!"

However, the reporters ran faster than his team could get out of the car, and within seconds, Erlin's car was surrounded by layers upon layers of reporters and microphones.

He frowned and glanced at Ma Zhaodi in the back seat of the car; the guy seemed quite well-behaved.

Seeing that they could no longer move, Erling had no choice but to roll down the car window a little. He said to the reporters with a cold face, "Whatever you want to do, you are interfering with the military's mission. You had better think carefully about the consequences."

However, the reporters became even more excited upon hearing this.

“That’s right, that’s the sentence. General Erling, wasn’t it for this reason that you forcibly broke into the Central City Police Department yesterday, beat up and arrested an innocent Asian man, and dismissed two police officers?”

Upon hearing this, Erlin's face darkened even further.

"Everything I did was legal and compliant, and it was necessary to carry out the mission. I have neither the obligation nor the right to disclose confidential information to you."

"So, are you admitting that you did indeed do these things?"

"General Erling, could you please explain the fact that 'a high-ranking military general is actually an extreme racist'?"

"General Erling, why did you conveniently dismiss Detectives Singh and Joe from the police station? Is it because they are a minority group, and you harbor some kind of prejudice or even hostility towards them?"

"Did you use your privileges to dismiss Officer Singer because he is gay? And Officer Joe, did you harbor ill will towards him because he is Black?"

"Admiral Erling, there are now a large number of minority groups online denouncing your racist behavior, and some of them claim that they have been persecuted by you in the past. Are these claims true?"

"Admiral Erling"

"Admiral Erling"

Amidst the chaotic cacophony of voices, an overwhelming amount of information flooded Erlin's brain, causing him to momentarily freeze.

(End of this chapter)