Chapter 231: Chapter 231: No One Can Stop What I Want to Do!
Bao Gucheng’s brow furrowed for a moment, that sense of disorientation quickly passed, and he soon regained his composure.
His gaze firmed up, and he strode forward without hesitation, heading toward the crowd with his long legs.
...
The scene of the national ceremony.
The medal awarding ceremony had reached its conclusion.
Vice President Feng Shiren wore a benevolent smile as he awarded the final medal. He was exceptionally amiable, even delivering a few dignified remarks on the spot.
After speaking, a weight lifted from his heart.
Thinking about Chen Long and others being held back by his secretary, who by now must be fuming, only made him feel more satisfied.
Bao Gucheng, you deserted at the last moment, leaving a gap for me to exploit, saving six medal slots, and I could report back to... that master.
In the end, I’ve won this round, hahahaha...
Just as he was secretly rejoicing.
Suddenly.
A tall figure strode forward unceremoniously and stood directly in front of him at the awarding podium, glaring sharply and coldly at him!
Feng Shiren almost lost his balance, nearly falling in front of the entire Empire.
This, this, this, what the hell!
How could Bao Gucheng appear in front of him?
Feng Shiren was terrified, his eyes flustered, not daring to meet Bao Gucheng’s gaze, but instead desperately signaling his secretary who was blocking Chen Long and the others behind the curtain: Get someone here, get someone here to drag this iceberg away.
However, at this moment, no one reacted.
Even if they did react, no one would dare to climb onto the stage to drag Bao Gucheng away.
The aura of the man that repelled strangers was like a cold wind, his whole presence exuding a murderous air as if emerging from Hell, making people avoid him, not daring to come near.
Seeing no support around, Feng Shiren immediately changed to a kindly expression: "Bao, General Bo, what are you doing... you..." Don’t strangle me, ah ah ah.
He saw Bao Gucheng reach out, instinctively thinking that Bao, in his fury, was about to strangle him in public.
Unexpectedly, Bao Gucheng grabbed his collar, not to strangle him, but to take the mini microphone pinned there.
Facing the cameras broadcasting nationwide, Bao Gucheng, with a stern and cold face, directly announced: "The next six warriors, to receive their posthumous honors, sacrificed their lives in the ’Heavenly Net’ operation six years ago and cannot be here in person. But the Empire must never forget their heroic deeds. Now, on their behalf, I will receive their medals and the honor of being conferred as three-star generals!"
The audience on the scene and in front of the cameras erupted in astonishment!
Soon after.
Chen Long and others, eyes swollen, rushed out from backstage, carrying six stone coffins draped in red cloth, appearing in front of the cameras.
The red cloth lifted, revealing the cold stone coffins glaringly in front of the cameras!
Bao Gucheng placed the prepared medals and three-star general epaulets into each coffin.
Solemn and respectful.
The scene gradually quieted down, everyone feeling the mournful sentiment of "dying on the battlefield for the country, without needing a horsehide shroud."
Initially silent, then the tears fell uncontrollably!
Prior medal recipients were all living, and now these six deceased soldiers starkly demonstrated the cruelty of war to everyone.
The entire ceremony of awarding and conferring the generals was supposed to be handled by the Vice President, but now the whole process was solemnly passed by Bao Gucheng, and unexpectedly, no one voiced any objection.
And as for Feng Shiren himself, he had long become just a backdrop to the six stone coffins, with no one even noticing his existence.
With the ceremony completed.
Bao Gucheng stepped down from the podium, passing by Feng Shiren, glancing coldly and said in a deep, chilling voice: "Tell your master behind the scenes, that whatever I, Bao Gucheng, want to do, no one can prevent it!"
His voice was hoarse yet carried an indescribable deterrent power.
Even though the live broadcast microphones couldn’t catch such a low warning, it was enough to send a chill straight to Feng Shiren’s feet, chilling him to the bone.