Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1482 Direct Visit

"Yes, boss! Cough..." Old Wen responded subconsciously, then coughed twice, seemingly trying to cough away the slight discomfort he felt after being "educated" by Chen Jun. He quickly regained his composure, his eyes sharpening again.

Chen Jun picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, his movements unhurried: "Tomorrow morning, go straight to Dingsheng Company."

Old Wen nodded immediately, his mind already racing: "Okay! I'll arrange the manpower right away and get ready..."

"No need," Chen Jun interrupted him, his tone flat. "It's just the two of us."

"Just us?" Old Wen hesitated for a moment. Although he knew his boss was highly skilled and daring, the other party was, after all, a local strongman, and very likely connected to the Abyss Organization, so the risk was considerable. "Boss, is it...?"

"Eat your food and don't talk nonsense." Chen Jun didn't give him a chance to continue questioning, picked up the remaining half skewer of grilled kidneys, and slowly began to eat.

Old Wen had no choice but to swallow his words and bury himself in the food in front of him, but his eyes were darting around, clearly already considering various possibilities.

After finishing their meal, the two paid by scanning a QR code. As they got up to leave, the barbecue stall owner quickly cleared the table while secretly glancing at them, his eyes revealing a mixture of unspoken expectation and trepidation. Chen Jun didn't look at him again and walked straight to the hotel. Lao Wen nodded to the owner and mouthed "reassuring."

After a good night's rest, both of them had basically recovered their energy. The next morning, while having breakfast at a clean little noodle shop near the hotel, Lao Wen slurped his noodles while pushing his phone in front of Chen Jun, his face showing the excitement of discovering his prey:

"Boss, I checked last night and it's basically clear now. The person in charge of Dingsheng Trading Company on the surface, that is, the president, is Lin Sicong, the third son of Lin Guodong, the owner of Dingsheng Shipping."

He scrolled through the information on the screen, his tone disdainful: "This kid is a typical spoiled brat. He got a degree from a dubious foreign university and comes back home. Relying on his family's wealth and power, he does nothing productive all day but play with cars, watches, and women, spending money like water. He's just a figurehead at the company; the actual business is supposedly handled by a few senior managers. However, major decisions and certain 'special' channels are definitely still controlled by the Lin family. This Lin Sicong is just a front man, and maybe he'll be a breakthrough."

"Lin Sicong?" Chen Jun raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly. This name... really is... full of a certain "characteristic of the times".

He put down his chopsticks, took a tissue to wipe his mouth, his movements still steady, but his eyes had turned completely cold.

"Let's go."

He stood up, and those two simple words seemed to freeze the air in the noodle shop for a moment.

"It's time to settle the accounts."

His voice wasn't loud, but it had a metallic quality, each word seeming to carry weight:

"They have already jeopardized the country's strategic security."

Upon hearing this, Lao Wen's spirits lifted instantly, and he immediately stood up as well, his face no longer showing any hesitation or playfulness. The boss's words were tantamount to defining the nature of this operation, and also slapping a heavy label on their subsequent "visits" that was enough to crush any local power.

Dingsheng Trading Company is located in a bustling commercial district of Donghai City, occupying several floors of an impressive office building. The building is gleaming, and its huge glass curtain wall reflects the morning sunlight, making it appear magnificent.

Chen Jun and Lao Wen parked their car in the surface parking lot, opting for a low-key but sophisticated black sedan instead of their conspicuous Raptor. Both were dressed in well-fitting dark suits, their hair meticulously combed, and their shoes gleaming. Chen Jun stood tall and imposing, his face stern, exuding an aura of quiet authority; Lao Wen, on the other hand, was slightly more rounded, but his eyes were sharp, and a faint smile habitually played at the corners of his mouth, making him appear both like a shrewd businessman and someone from a formidable department.

They walked side by side into the lobby on the first floor. The interior was indeed as luxurious as its exterior; the marble floor gleamed, a huge crystal chandelier hung down, and a faint fragrance filled the air. Behind the reception desk stood two young women, dressed in elegant suits and with exquisite makeup, both with excellent looks and figures.

Upon seeing Chen Jun and Lao Wen enter, one of the girls immediately flashed a standard, professional, sweet smile and bowed slightly: "Good morning, gentlemen. Do you have an appointment?"

Her gaze swept quickly over the two people. Although her smile remained unchanged, a subtle hint of caution flashed in her eyes. These two, though unappointed, possessed an overwhelming aura, clearly not ordinary visitors.

Chen Jun didn't stop. He walked straight to the front desk, looked at her calmly, and said in an unquestionable tone, "We're looking for President Lin, Lin Sicong. We have something to discuss."

He didn't say "excuse me" or explain his purpose; he simply stated his reasoning directly.

The receptionist was slightly taken aback by his attitude, but her professionalism allowed her to quickly recover. She didn't press him about the appointment, but instead nodded even more respectfully: "Okay, sir. Mr. Lin is at the company today. Please wait a moment while I escort you to the meeting room. I'll notify Mr. Lin's office immediately."

She stepped aside to lead the way, her posture elegant. Chen Jun and Lao Wen followed her through the spacious and bright office corridor, decorated with green plants and artwork, and arrived at a luxuriously decorated reception room furnished with leather sofas and mahogany coffee tables.

"Please have a seat, would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, or water?" the girl asked attentively.

"No need," Chen Jun waved his hand.

"Okay, then I'll excuse myself for a moment." The girl bowed and left, gently closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, Lao Wen immediately leaned close to Chen Jun, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of eagerness, "Boss, given our identities and the nature of this operation, do we really need to be so polite to them? Just show our badges, take them back for questioning, and that's it! To deal with these spoiled brats, we have to cut to the chase, make a scene, and threaten suicide. We need to subdue them first!" His tone was direct and fierce, typical of military personnel.

Chen Jun glanced at him, his lips twitching again. This line sounded exactly like the catchphrase of Deng Zhenhua, the paratrooper who always talked nonsense and was all about reckless tactics. Old Wen, sometimes he really was like an immature soldier.

"What's the rush?" Chen Jun withdrew his gaze, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the bustling traffic below. His voice was calm but carried a steady, controlled rhythm. "To deal with this kind of playboy, if you want to get the real stuff out of him, especially the shady stuff, forcing him won't work. He has lawyers, connections, and countless ways to deal with you. You have to make him feel safe first, let him be arrogant, and let him reveal his true colors."

He paused, then added, "Wait."

As they were talking, Chen Jun's gaze seemingly casually swept across the open-plan office area outside the transparent glass wall of the meeting room.

His gaze sharpened slightly.

The employees outside who are "working"...

Some sit in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard, but have broad shoulders, thick necks, and sit too upright.

Some people hurried past carrying folders, their steps steady and powerful, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

Several others gathered in the tea room, seemingly chatting idly, but their body postures subtly created angles for mutual cover, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the entrance and the meeting room.

These people, regardless of gender, are generally a size larger than the average white-collar worker, with muscle definition faintly visible beneath well-fitting shirts or suits. They rarely wear relaxed smiles, possess a cold and hard demeanor, and their eyes hold a specially trained alertness and…indifference.

These don't look like employees of a typical trading company.

This is clearly a group of well-trained, habitually vigilant... security personnel, or rather, armed men disguised as employees.

Chen Jun sneered inwardly.

It seems that Dingsheng Company is more complex and its security measures are more stringent than anticipated.