Chapter 60: The Exposure of Leo’s Identity

The Rosenberg Mansion, main building, banquet hall.

Under the crystal chandeliers, glasses clinked, and guests mingled.

Chloe wore a starry blue evening gown, gliding gracefully through the crowd.

As the newly returned heir of the Rosenberg family, she was the center of attention tonight.

"Ms. Black."

A young man in a white tailcoat, holding a champagne, stepped in front of Chloe.

George Adams.

Son of the Adams family, one of New York's five great families.

Although the Adams family ranked lower among the five, they were still genuine old money.

"Mr. Adams."

Chloe nodded politely. "Can I help you?"

"Ms. Black, you're more beautiful every time I see you."

George's eyes flashed with infatuation. "I've been thinking, a woman as perfect as you deserves the best man."

"And I..."

He puffed out his chest, face full of confidence.

"I am the best man."

"Sorry, Mr. Adams."

Chloe declined politely. "I already have someone I care about."

"Someone you care about?"

George froze for a moment, then laughed dismissively. "Ms. Black, you're joking, right? In New York, who's better than me?"

"Top of my class at Harvard Business School, managing the Adams family's multi-billion dollar investment fund..."

"And..."

He lowered his voice, bragging, "My uncle is a major general in the U.S. Army. On the entire East Coast, who dares disrespect me?"

"Is that so?"

A deep male voice came from behind George.

George spun around.

Leo stood there, hands in his pockets, a cigar in his mouth, watching him with a half-smile.

"You... who are you?"

George frowned, sizing up Leo.

Although this man wore a well-tailored black suit, there was a hard, dangerous edge about him that made George instinctively uneasy.

"He's the one I was talking about."

Chloe walked to Leo's side, naturally putting her arm around his shoulder and leaning against him.

"Leo."

"Him?"

George looked Leo up and down, eyes full of disdain. "Ms. Black, you're joking, right?"

"This guy's obviously just some rough soldier. How could he be worthy of you? How could he possibly become part of the five great families?"

Leo put his arm around Chloe's shoulder and smirked. "So what? What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Of course."

George sneered. "Ms. Black is the heir of the Rosenberg family, noble in status. And you're just a soldier earning a measly salary."

"What do you have to compare with me?"

"In terms of family background, I'm from the Adams family. In terms of ability, I manage billions in assets. In terms of connections..."

He puffed out his chest proudly. "My uncle is a major general in the U.S. Army!"

"In New York, one word from me could get you kicked out of the military!"

Of course, he knew about Leo's recent reputation, but he'd always been a proud man.

At least in his view, compared to Leo, aside from combat skills and methods, he beat Leo in every other way.

However, Leo just lazily lifted his eyelids, glanced at him, and said:

"What? You got a problem with that?"

That look was ice-cold, as if he were already looking at a dead man.

Leo didn't take this kind of loudmouthed rich kid seriously at all.

As for the so-called general, he cared even less.

"You..."

George's heart trembled at that look, but it was quickly swallowed by a surge of anger.

He was the heir of the Adams family! In New York, who dared talk to him like this?

"You arrogant fool! I'm telling you, my uncle is..."

Before he could finish.

Leo suddenly stepped forward.

The killing intent honed on real battlefields crashed over George like a physical force.

George instinctively stepped back.

His foot slipped.

"Thud!"

He fell flat on his butt, looking utterly pathetic.

The entire hall fell silent.

Then.

"Hahahaha..."

Someone couldn't hold back a laugh.

Then mocking laughter filled the entire banquet hall.

"Oh my god, he actually got scared and fell?"

"He was just bragging about how great he is, and this is it?"

"So embarrassing, truly embarrassing..."

The heir of the Adams family, knocked down by a single stare?

It was humiliating on a whole new level.

"That's all the guts you have?"

Leo's lips curved into a mocking smile.

George scrambled up from the floor in humiliation and rage, pointing at Leo and screaming hysterically, "You dare humiliate me? Fine! Very good!"

"You just wait!"

With that, he ran to the restroom, pulled out his phone, and made a call.

Ten minutes later.

The sound of multiple engines came from outside the banquet hall.

All the guests curiously looked toward the windows.

At the manor's main gate, over a dozen military SUVs were parked.

Doors opened, and dozens of fully armed soldiers jumped out.

At the front of the convoy, a middle-aged man in military uniform with four stars on his shoulders strode toward the main building.

"That's... that's a major general?"

"My god, George actually called his uncle here!"

"That guy Leo is finished now..."

Guests stepped aside one after another, making way for the major general.

Chloe's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Leo with some concern.

"Leo..."

"It's fine."

Leo said calmly, not even frowning.

He still stood there with his hands in his pockets, completely composed.

The major general strode into the banquet hall, followed by several aides.

"Uncle Brady!"

George immediately ran over, pointing at Leo to complain. "It's him! This fraud is impersonating a soldier, deceiving high society!"

"He even claims to be from some special forces; it's an insult to the military!"

"Uncle Brady, you must severely punish this scum!"

The major general glanced at Leo, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Young man."

His voice was deep, carrying undeniable authority. "I am Major General Brady Smith of the U.S. Army."

"According to Article 134 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, impersonating military personnel is a felony. If you're really impersonating a soldier, you're looking at at least five years in prison!"

He waved to the military police behind him. "Take him away! Detain him first, we'll investigate his identity later!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two military policemen immediately stepped forward to handcuff Leo.

"Wait."

Leo raised his hand.

"What? Want to resist?"

Brady sneered. "That'll make the charges even worse."

"Resist? Not necessary."

Leo pulled out a black badge from inside his suit and casually tossed it to Brady Smith.

"Take a look at this first."

Brady frowned and caught the badge.

The next second.

He froze as if struck by lightning, eyes wide.

In the center of the badge was a black dagger, surrounded by encrypted symbols that only the highest military echelons could recognize.

This was...

The Abyss Special Medal!

Only three existed in all of America!

It represented absolute authorization for the nation's highest classified operations!

The holder's rank was at least... lieutenant general!

And a lieutenant general with real power!

"This... this..."

Brady's hands trembled violently, sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

He jerked his head up, looking at Leo in disbelief.

The next second.

"Snap!"

He snapped to attention and raised his right hand in a standard military salute to Leo.

"Sir! I didn't know your identity and have caused offense! Please forgive me!"

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

The major general...

Was saluting Leo?

And calling him... sir?

"What... what?"

George was completely dumbfounded, staring at the scene in disbelief.

"Uncle Brady, you... What are you doing?"

"Shut up!"

Brady spun around and slapped George across the face.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the banquet hall.

George spun in place from the force, covering his face, completely incredulous.

"Uncle Brady... you..."

"You bastard!"

Brady pointed at his nose, teeth clenched. "Do you know who you've offended?"

Brady was shaking with rage. "You idiot! This officer's rank is higher than mine!"

"What?"

George's eyes widened.

Higher than a major general?

That would mean...

"Sir, this is my failure in discipline."

Brady turned back to Leo, speaking respectfully. "Please punish me!"

"Get lost."

Leo said flatly.

"Yes! Thank you, sir!"

Brady was relieved, turning to leave immediately.

"Wait."

Leo suddenly called out.

Brady's whole body trembled as he turned around nervously. "Sir, is there anything else?"

"Leave him."

Leo pointed at George, who had collapsed on the floor. "I have questions for him!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Uncle Brady... Uncle Brady..."

George struggled in panic.

But Brady completely ignored him, walking out of the banquet hall as quickly as he could.

At the same time, several bodyguards immediately appeared and dragged George out of the banquet hall.

All the guests stared at Leo in shock.

No one expected this seemingly young man to hold such a high position in the military.

Even a major general had to show him complete respect!

Leo put the badge back in his pocket and wrapped his arm around Chloe's waist.

"Let's go."

Chloe nodded obediently, letting Leo lead her away.