Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 786: A Loud Shout Shakes the Wilds

Feng Lan did not want Xiang Yu and the others to go, judging from Wu Yue’s attitude, she could tell that she did not like Xiang Yu and his group.

This was a very vexing issue. If Wu Yue disliked them, then no matter how much Feng Lan tried to persuade her, it was all in vain.

Feng Lan understood Wu Yue very well. Therefore, she secretly released Xiang Yu, hoping that Xiang Yu and his group would leave for a while. Once she had smoothed things over with Wu Yue’s work, she would have them come back.

"It’s okay, let’s go now," Xiang Yu said, and then he swaggered off towards the front.

Tie Zhuzi followed behind Xiang Yu excitedly, not caring about anything else. He only knew that if there was a commotion ahead, he wanted to check it out.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Feng Lan stomped her foot in frustration when she saw that Xiang Yu wasn’t listening to her and then chased after him.

At that moment, Wu Yue was leading a group of people in a standoff with another group.

"I’ve already said, this area is ours. Even though we’re not developing it now, we will not allow others to interfere," Wu Yue said with her hands clasped behind her back, resolutely.

"Boss Wu, aren’t you being too overbearing? We were the first to discover the resources in this mountain area, so it should naturally be under our management. Besides, why should it be yours? You’ve already occupied plenty of resources. This place should be given to us," one man said.

This man was quite tall and well-built, also counted among the handsome. However, there was a hint of ruthlessness in his brows, indicating that he was a fierce and merciless character. He was Zhou Zhengming, one of the three tycoons of this city.

There are three tycoons in City No. 1: Shi Jian from within the city, which is Xiang Yu’s power, and the other two are Wu Yue and Zhou Zhengming here.

Wu Yue and Zhou Zhengming control the mining resources outside and do not interfere with Shi Jian’s affairs, thus they have very little contact with Shi Jian.

"There is no should or shouldn’t. This is my territory. If you want to develop anything here, you’re dreaming," said Wu Yue, unwavering.

Even though she was a woman, her domineering presence didn’t pale in comparison to Zhou Zhengming. In this place, where every person was a hot-blooded man, they were all willing to follow Wu Yue’s lead, which was enough to demonstrate Wu Yue’s abilities.

"How about this, let’s split fifty-fifty..."

Zhou Zhengming hadn’t finished speaking when Wu Yue quickly raised her hand to stop him, then scoffed, "Save your breath. If you want a piece of my turf, let’s see what you’ve got."

Without any more talk, Wu Yue then called out and charged towards Zhou Zhengming first, obviously a hot-headed one.

Zhou Zhengming’s eyes turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, he signaled his brothers to start fighting. However, unlike Wu Yue who charged to the front, he took a few steps back.

His physique might have been imposing, but he lacked Wu Yue’s fighting skills. If he fought Wu Yue, he would be no match for her.

But his followers were numerous, outnumbering Wu Yue’s group by several dozen.

Over three hundred men from both sides began to brawl on the open ground, armed mostly with iron rods and blade weapons.

In times before the crackdown, they had guns, and nobody dared to make a move hastily. Even if there were frictions, they were minor.

But now, none of them dared to use guns lightly, only knives and clubs. As a result, their conflicts began to escalate.

So much so that now, whenever there were conflicts, Wu Yue and Zhou Zhengming would personally take the field. Sometimes it was dozens of people, sometimes it was hundreds clashing.

When guns were available, the gap couldn’t be widened, but now with knives and clubs, the advantage of numbers became apparent.

Zhou Zhengming’s group had the advantage of higher numbers, so naturally, they held the upper hand in the fight. But Wu Yue was the type to never admit defeat, so how could she just concede.

Wu Yue charged to the front, initially planning to rush over and drag Zhou Zhengming out. But Zhou Zhengming didn’t engage in fighting with her. Instead, he sat behind, arms folded, smiling leisurely.

Wu Yue kicked away someone attempting to charge at her, but then three more people blocked her path. Despite her urgency, she was out of options.

Wu Yue was agile and quick in her movements. But the sheer number of opponents was overwhelming; there were simply too many to fight off.

She began to tire gradually, taking heavy breaths, her movements slowing down. At that moment, someone in front swung an iron rod at her.

With a cold huff, she kicked out, and at the same time, someone behind struck her shoulder fiercely.

Wu Yue’s shoulder throbbed with pain, nearly causing her to faint. But she knew she couldn’t fall now; if she did, this territory would be lost.

Gritting her teeth, she executed a spinning kick, sending the attacker behind her flying.

Despite her reluctance, her combat strength was clearly diminishing. After a few more exchanges, she estimated she’d be out of energy.

The people around her saw this, and more charged at her. They understood the principle of capturing the leader first.

"Think you can capture me that easily?" They underestimated her, which only served to ignite her fighting spirit, and she charged forward like a madwoman.

As a soldier, she only knew to advance, never to retreat. Even in defeat, she would fight with dignity. At that moment, a machete slashed a gash across her back.

A blow from an iron rod then struck her waist. Wu Yue finally collapsed from exhaustion, sitting down forcefully on the ground.

Seeing their leader in trouble, three of her people rushed over to assist. But they were surrounded by enemies and couldn’t afford to be distracted.

Four enemies, overjoyed to see Wu Yue on the ground, rushed at her, each wanting to be the first to take her down.

The situation was heated, with no notion of gentlemanly conduct. They all wanted to be the first to defeat Wu Yue.

Looking at the faces of the crowd, Wu Yue merely scoffed coldly. She harbored a deep-seated disdain for men in her heart.

She believed that anything a man could do, a woman could do as well. And what men couldn’t do, women could also achieve.

With her skill, taking on five people was no problem at all; if it hadn’t been for their overwhelming numbers, she could make them retreat in total disarray.

The four reached her at the same time, raising their clubs and knives to strike. If hit solidly by these blows, Wu Yue would likely end up either dead or crippled.

She simply smiled indifferently and closed her eyes. After struggling in this place for so long, she was tired; maybe it was time for it all to end.

At this moment, her thoughts turned to her sisters who had died in battle, to being labeled a deserter, to Feng Lan.

Thinking of Feng Lan made her feel somewhat reluctant. She still had many things to do. But it was too late to turn the tide now.

"Stop, all of you, don’t hit anymore—I’m a cop, no, a police officer," suddenly a loud shout rang out.

The voice was booming, making everyone involuntarily stop their actions and look up warily.

Standing there were four people, three men and one woman, and the one who had shouted was a handsome and dashing man at the front.

These four were Xiang Yu and his group. Xiang Yu had arrived just in time to see Wu Yue in danger but was too late to get there, so he had no choice but to shout...