Love You for the Rest of My Life-Chapter 1516: It Seems He Really Offended Someone He Shouldn’t Have

Di Mingzhe nodded slightly to both sides before waving his hand gently in response.

The scene was imposing and overwhelming, striking fear into everyone present.

The Governor hurriedly stepped forward with a group of officials, bowing his head and extending his hand in greeting, "Your Excellency, welcome, welcome. It’s truly humbling to have you personally visit."

"No need to be nervous," Di Mingzhe said calmly. "Where is the person?"

"The person is inside," the Governor replied immediately. "Already under guard. What are your orders, Your Excellency?"

"I plan to take him with me," Di Mingzhe said succinctly.

The Governor froze for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt. Although he knew he shouldn’t ask, he still mustered the courage to inquire, "What crime did this person commit to warrant your personal attention, traveling such a great distance?"

"Hmph." Di Mingzhe responded, "He provoked someone he should never have provoked. You don’t need to concern yourself with the details—higher powers will handle it."

Upon hearing this and realizing it had nothing to do with him, the Governor couldn’t hide his relief. "Yes, yes, of course. This way, please."

Di Mingzhe nodded, then added, "By the way, there is someone named Zeng Hai on your side who has detained a group of individuals. Among them is another person I need. Have your commander lead the way and retrieve that specific person."

"Understood." The Governor eagerly agreed. It seemed this situation really had nothing to do with him, which put him at ease.

The Governor gestured, and an official quickly approached with a respectful salute, "Your Excellency, Commander."

The Governor said, "Lead the Commander to Zeng Hai and bring back the individual they’re looking for."

"Understood," the official nodded. "I’ll handle it."

Di Mingchen raised an eyebrow, "Let’s go then."

The official accompanied Di Mingzhe toward the helicopter to capture someone—the grandson of Old Miaotou. This was a person they absolutely had to bring back, a key figure in the situation.

As Di Mingchen and the official departed, fighter jets continued to circle above the state capital.

"Let’s go see the person," Di Mingzhe patted the Governor on the shoulder. "Also, there are a few issues I need to discuss with you."

Though he guessed this likely wouldn’t directly involve him, the Governor’s nervousness was uncontrollable; cold sweat began to form. But he dared not say more and simply nodded, "Yes, after you."

Surrounded by a group of guards, Di Mingzhe and Di Mingjue quickly entered the governor’s residence. In a secluded office, they found the detained man.

At that moment, the man was sitting in a chair, bound in both handcuffs and ankle shackles, with his mouth gagged. Four armed soldiers kept watch over him.

It was clear from his expression that he was extremely tense. It would be unnatural not to be, given such a level of restraint and surveillance.

Upon seeing the detainee, Di Mingjue raised an icy eyebrow, "This is the man?"

"Yes," the Governor replied, bowing his head. "Based on geographic data provided by the Commander, this is the individual we apprehended."

"Alright." Di Mingzhe nodded briefly. "Hand him over to us shortly. We will take him away."

"Yes." The Governor dared not utter a single word of dissent. He wouldn’t dream of refusing someone personally demanded by Di Mingzhe.

"You, come with me. There’s something I need to discuss," Di Mingzhe said, turning his gaze to the Governor.

"Of course," the Governor nodded. "Please, follow me to the office."

"Very well." Di Mingzhe agreed. Surrounded by guards, he turned and followed the Governor to the office.

Di Mingjue’s cold lips stretched into a faint smirk as he stared intently at the man seated in the chair. Di Mingjue’s naturally cool and commanding demeanor exuded an icy aura.

When he directed such a penetrating gaze at someone, it was nearly impossible for ordinary individuals to endure. Under his stare, it felt as if one might be subjected to a thousand cuts—a tragic and inevitable doom.

His mere glance was somehow more frightening than being monitored by four armed guards.

Who was this man, and what did he want to accomplish?

He had no idea how he had crossed paths with such figures. If there were anything to trace, it would surely lead back to his cousin’s recent trip to the capital, where he must have provoked someone.

Nangong Jin—he had seen this person ten years ago. Though a decade had passed, Nangong Jin hadn’t given off such a terrifying impression back then.

This was no ordinary chill, but an utterly bone-chilling demeanor—like that of Shura incarnate.

It seemed he had indeed offended someone he should never have provoked.