Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1396 - 1445: The Descent of the Celestial God

Li Yifei had already taken out his phone and started recording. He didn’t leave, initially curious about what had happened to the people of Cang Village. But seeing the way Li Musheng’s group behaved, and the solidarity of the Cang Village people, he was even more reluctant to leave. Not to mention anything else, just the sudden burst of anger from the Cang Village people had already piqued Li Yifei’s curiosity, wanting to study it. At this moment, Li Yifei could even distinctly feel the cold and fierce aura gathering over the heads of the Cang Village people, who were standing together, blocking the village gate.

So, he took out his phone to record the scene before him, for future use.

Threatened by Li Musheng, some people in Cang Village also hesitated, especially some women. Their men and children were working or studying outside, leaving only the elderly and women at home. Facing such threats, they felt most powerless. Upon thinking that they could live in apartment buildings might be a good deal, especially when hearing that taking the initiative could get them an extra ten square meters, they considered it a great benefit.

They hadn’t thought about whether those apartments even existed, or how many square meters they originally could have received.

Although shaken, they still chose not to leave the main group. Cang Village was a family-style village, with Seventh Uncle as the current clan chief. The old man usually dressed sloppily and was unkempt; otherwise, he wouldn’t be leaning against the door, sitting on the ground like a beggar basking in the sun. However, he still had considerable authority; he barely spoke, but when he did, the whole village listened. Today, he stood at the front, with a group of elderly men and women, their hunched spines straightened, their murky eyes shining. He was setting an example, and the young people in Cang Village were already passionately aroused, with the belief in defending their homeland growing in them. Even little kids were staring at the opposite side with hatred.

After Li Musheng finished speaking, he waited for a long time without seeing anyone coming out from the other side, which infuriated him. He angrily paced back and forth, pointing at the Cang Village people and cursing, "Fine, you won’t take the toast and want to drink the penalty wine instead, right? My patience is limited; I’ll give you three more minutes to think. Once time’s up, I’ll drive the bulldozer in. If you don’t step aside then, don’t blame me for running you over."

"I’ve said it before, there’s no treasure in Cang Village, and no golden head. Those graves are the resting places of the Cang ancestors. You already excavated a few places under the guise of archaeology last time, isn’t that enough? Do you have to dig up the whole Cang Village to be satisfied?" Seventh Uncle said, tears flowing uncontrollably as he thought of his failure to protect the ancestors’ graves, and now unable to hold the village.

"Exactly, the government can’t push people like this, digging up ancestral graves so righteously, it’s just too despicable."

"Seventh Uncle, we won’t waste words with them. If they dare come up, we’ll fight them. Even if we die and meet our ancestors, they won’t blame us!"

"Yes, fight them."

The people of Cang Village were fiercely aroused. Li Musheng’s face grew even darker. He paced back and forth, calculating in his mind. He was thinking about the treasure beneath, and how the Cang Village people weren’t as thriving as before, virtually unmanaged. Plus, his father had authority, so he had plans.

But if something really happened, it wouldn’t be easy to handle. Li Musheng was calculating this.

"Are you sure the golden head is here?" Li Musheng asked Professor Wang in a low voice.

Professor Wang licked his lips and nodded emphatically, forcing himself to be firm, "If the information I’ve found is correct, it should be here, and I just don’t know if it’s in those graves or hidden somewhere."

"That’s good, damn, these old bastards." Li Musheng spat, rubbed his hands together, and signaled to a few policemen. They understood immediately, and one of them walked towards Seventh Uncle.

"Old man, don’t be so stubborn. This land has indeed been sold, and you have a better arrangement, living in an apartment building. What a nice thing," Zhao Genshuo pretended to advise kindly. He came with a few policemen to support Li Musheng. Previous contacts with Cang Village people showed they were very stubborn and didn’t agree to relocate, let alone excavate their ancestral graves.

Frankly, this matter was really unscrupulous. Zhao Genshuo didn’t want to come from the bottom of his heart, driving people away from their homes, and digging up their ancestral graves, all for a bit of speculative treasure. It didn’t sound good when said out loud. But there was no choice. With Li Musheng’s powerful father, Zhao Genshuo wanted to climb this high branch and hoped to step forward.

The response to Zhao Genshuo was a mouthful of thick phlegm from Seventh Uncle; without Li Yifei’s skill, it landed directly on his face, reeking so bad that he vomited on the spot.

"Haha, good spit, I spit too!" A child from Cang Village spat as well, but didn’t hit Zhao Genshuo.

Zhao Genshuo had intended to kindly advise a few words, considering his uniform had a significant deterrence effect on ordinary people. After being spat on, his viciousness was provoked, glaring fiercely at Seventh Uncle, and he cursed, "Old man, I’m advising you kindly, and you don’t listen, do you? Do you know who the person behind me is? The land is already his. If you don’t leave now, it’s illegal squatting, and he has the right to act against you. You are all the old, weak, sick, and disabled. How could you possibly fight these people?"

"Get lost." Seventh Uncle shouted angrily.

"Alright, alright, you refuse to move, huh? Then don’t blame us for standing by and watching." Zhao Genshuo stepped back after speaking, leading a few officers to the side.

Seeing the police were ineffective, Li Musheng sneered a few times, waved to his men, and said, "Refusing the toast only to drink a penalty drink, a bunch of obstinate old fools! Come on, flatten this broken village gate for me, today I’m going to level this place!"

The excavators and bulldozers instantly roared to life, producing a rumbling noise as they started moving, while below, these men in black also took out their weapons, all standard plastic hollow tubes filled with iron sand, heavy enough to hit a person without leaving too obvious wounds but causing significant pain.

These fellows naturally were Li Musheng’s cronies, and Li Musheng was their leader. When the leader spoke, these people didn’t care about whom they faced, whether weak or strong, justified or not.

Seeing that they intended to act, the people from Cang Village felt intimidated; after all, their side was too weak. But everyone was filled with a sense of urgency, for it involved the invasion of their homeland and their ancestors’ graves being desecrated. At this critical moment, the elders in front unleashed even greater energy.

The two sides quickly clashed together, and upon seeing a man in black swinging a plastic pipe at Seventh Uncle’s head, the old man showed no fear and didn’t dodge, swinging his stick with reckless abandon in return.

Thump—a stick came down, Seventh Uncle’s body shuddered, his stick never touching the opponent’s head, but got hit himself. His speed, after all, was too slow and he was too old, causing him to collapse instantly from the blow onto the ground.

What combat power could these elders and grannies possibly have? They were soon knocked down to the ground, enraging the people from Cang Village, their eyes wide with fury, wishing they could tear these men apart. They saw those police standing aside pretending not to see anything, prompting women and children from Cang Village to rush over, yelling and cursing.

Li Musheng gritted his teeth, his face icy. Now that he had started, he was no longer conflicted; today he had to subdue these people, otherwise, he couldn’t go after Golden Head.

Seeing the man in black intending to attack the fallen Seventh Uncle, Li Yifei could no longer contain himself. He swiftly moved over, kicking the man in black flying.

"Who is it?" Li Musheng, standing outside, immediately spotted Li Yifei and ordered, "Hit him, knock him down!"

Li Yifei paid no attention, rescued Seventh Uncle, and twisted his waist, punching at another man in black nearby. With his current skills, he was like a god descending upon these ordinary thugs, his movements swift and his speed astounding. Once he took action, the men in black were utterly powerless to fight back, only feeling a blur in front of them before their bodies flew out, some only having time to take a glance at Li Yifei, finding themselves several meters away a second or few seconds later.

Over thirty men in black were alone challenged by Li Yifei, and less than two minutes had passed.

In one minute, Li Yifei sent flying more than fifteen people, illustrating how terrifying he was now.

Li Musheng blinked his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. The scene before him... how could it be possible? But after blinking, he realized it was still the same as before; his cronies were all lying on the ground, forming a pile before him, each one wailing in pain.

The people hiding on this side were all stunned, also unable to believe what they saw. These individuals initially thought today would be finished, but were surprised to see the young man previously driven out of the village suddenly take action and be so formidable.

"Go, hit, kill him!" Li Musheng saw Li Yifei walking toward him, frightened, he quickly backed up, while some fellows got up and hastily picked up their weapons, running back to block Li Musheng.

Li Yifei’s lips curled into a cold smile, kicking several times directly, sending plastic pipes flying out and hitting those thugs blocking the way; several of them flew out once more. Li Yifei held back in his actions, but the restraint for them was still a burden too heavy to bear, causing them to break limbs instantly.

Li Musheng’s heart raced almost twice as fast; never having seen someone so fierce in reality, how could he dare provoke, pointing at Li Yifei, his teeth chattering, he said, "You... who are you, don’t come over, my dad is Li Gang, if you dare hit me, I’ll make you regret it."

Li Gang, Li Musheng’s father, was a powerful official in Central Plains City with substantial power; otherwise, that Zhao Genshuo wouldn’t be trying to curry favor with him. But to Li Yifei, forget an official, even if it were the mayor acting this way, he’d still beat them up, let alone it’s just the son of a director. Of course, he didn’t know these things at the moment; he only felt the opponent was so arrogant, must have backing.

Li Gang? Of course, Li Yifei hadn’t heard this name before, although he might be some official or powerful figure, Li Yifei still smirked slightly, coldly said, "If you don’t want to be hit, then gather your people and clear out fast."

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