The fight was essentially over.
It all depended on how badly Su Yuan wanted to win, or rather, if he dared to risk his life again.
In reality, even if Su Yuan dared, he was already out of resources.
He was no match for Song Qiao at all!
Confirming that the situation was settled, Zeng Long was completely stunned.
He stood on the sentry tower, staring blankly at Song Qiao, somewhat in disbelief of the man's strength.
"I finally understand why he could kill Sheng Xiong."
Zeng Long swallowed hard, muttering dazedly.
The Brigadier General had defeated the Dragon General?
Let alone the security department, even looking throughout the entire history of China's military, such an absurd thing had never happened!
The reason was simple: if someone could defeat a Dragon General, they would never be willing to remain in a mere Brigadier General position.
It was basically equivalent to an ancient Great General wanting to spar with his soldiers for show.
The result of being instantly defeated by his opponent was this preposterous.
Mo Ling and Gao Meng were alright.
The two of them were relatively aware of Song Qiao's strength.
They knew that Song Qiao still had a fighting chance when neither side was armed.
However, they had never expected Song Qiao to erupt with such terrifying power after being heavily injured and then having a great battle with Guan Shanming.
"Let's go down and take a look."
Mo Ling cast a deep glance at Song Qiao and walked towards the foot of the sentry tower.
Over on the battlefield, Song Qiao had already charged forward and landed another punch on Su Yuan, completely crushing any thought of him getting up to fight again.
"Pfft! Cough, cough..."
Su Yuan had already been dazed by Song Qiao's previous two punches.
Now, caught off guard, he was hit again by Song Qiao.
He felt a violent churning in his chest, a sweetness at his throat, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He was about to angrily curse Song Qiao with a dark expression, but when he looked up, he saw the other man's stern gaze.
Su Yuan's lower body tightened in fear, and he nearly wet himself.
He frantically waved his hands, begging for mercy, and shouted in panic.
"I lost, I lost! I admit defeat, you've won, Brigadier General!"
Fearing that Song Qiao might kill him in a fit of rage.
Su Yuan even addressed Song Qiao as "Sir" in his capacity as a Dragon General.
It was like the analogy before, a Great General losing and then begging a soldier for mercy.
Song Qiao immediately found it amusing. He had initially thought the Hai Ning gang was a group of fearless and vicious criminals.
But now it seemed there were cowards among them.
"What? You want to fight to the death with me? Were your ears damaged by the flashbangs, I can't hear you clearly."
Song Qiao raised a hand, pretending to cup it behind his ear.
He feigned not hearing Su Yuan's pleas for mercy.
Su Yuan's face instantly darkened, as if he could squeeze water out of it.
But for the sake of his life, he had to roar loudly.
"Big brother, spare my life!"
Song Qiao nodded with some satisfaction.
After all, he was a Chinese Dragon General. It was enough that he could beg for mercy and admit defeat to himself.
He wouldn't really go ahead and kill him.
"Then scram and escape quickly! Before I change my mind..."
Song Qiao pushed his hands forward.
Su Yuan was startled and quickly scrambled away in a panicked rush.
Watching his pathetic state, Gao Meng pursed her lips and said with contempt.
"At first, he was more arrogant than anyone, but in the end, he ran faster than anyone!"
Mo Ling and Zeng Long also nodded slightly, greatly agreeing with Gao Meng's assessment.
The two walked up to Song Qiao and sincerely praised him.
"Well done!"
Song Qiao grinned and asked.
"So, in the opinion of you two officers, is this humble Brigadier General of mine qualified to be promoted to China's Dragon General?"
The two exchanged glances, finding the question utterly needless.
If Song Qiao was not qualified to be a Dragon General,
Zeng Long would even begin to doubt if his own position was just for show.
Mo Ling immediately assured Song Qiao. "Absolutely no problem."
"I will submit the application to my superiors immediately."
"You first annihilated the Shan Shui squad, then killed Sheng Xiong, and now you've defeated Su Yuan."
"Your merits and achievements are more than enough, and your strength is undoubtedly unquestionable."
"I don't think anyone in the military would object."
With that said, Mo Ling turned and walked away, truly beginning to prepare for the matter.
Zeng Long thought it over carefully and felt he could help as well.
At the very least, he could testify for Song Qiao and help silence those stubborn individuals.
He followed Mo Ling.
Only the master and disciple remained in the arena.
Gao Meng's eyes widened, and she asked with admiration.
"Master is going to be a Dragon General?"
Song Qiao smiled faintly and replied, "Perhaps, who knows."
"I actually think being a Dragon General isn't all that great."
"Having a big reputation can be scary, hahaha."
Seeing Song Qiao's smug expression, Gao Meng pouted and grumbled indignantly.
"But I can see your face is practically blooming with joy!"
More than two months passed without any major incidents in Modu.
Song Qiao could peacefully enjoy a good Chinese New Year.
After the New Year, there were two more joys.
Mo Ling's application to the higher-ups was approved.
Initially, there were some voices of doubt among the senior military officers.
But when Zeng Long brought Su Yuan forward and made him personally admit his defeat at Song Qiao's hands.
Coupled with each of his remarkable feats,
No one in the military stood against Song Qiao's succession as Dragon General.
The notification for Song Qiao's promotion to Dragon General was a formal and traditional letter of appointment.
However, due to the need for secrecy regarding his identity, the promotion could not be widely publicized.
Song Qiao could only place the letter of appointment and his uniform beside his dining table and bed.
He would glance at the letter while eating and admire the uniform before sleeping.
This had almost become a family tradition.
Aside from this personal joy, there was another celebration that had to be announced with great fanfare.
A joyous wedding! Song Qiao and Xia Yuqing walked hand in hand towards the altar.
As the helmsman of Tongmen and a Dragon General of China.
The scale of this wedding was unprecedented.
Even in Modu, a prosperous first-tier metropolis, it caused quite a sensation.
The news headlines stayed at the top for three consecutive days, and the buzz had yet to die down.
On the wedding night, Song Qiao and Xia Yuqing sat by the bedside, happily counting the congratulatory money.
Only then did they notice on the last page of the gift list that Gao Meng, in her capacity as the head of the Gao family, had also sent a gift.
Staring at that name, a look of relief appeared on Song Qiao's face.
"My disciple, I knew she would return to the Gao family."
After their marriage, the couple settled in Modu, living a harmonious and enviable life.
Although Gao Meng was young, she was meticulously guided by her master.
Under her leadership, the Gao family also saw a flourishing of visitors and regained its former glory.