Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 596 - 595: Team Member Su Yang, Reporting for Duty!

Chapter 596: Chapter 595: Team Member Su Yang, Reporting for Duty!

Before the little boy could finish speaking, Huang Mao punched him directly in the stomach and cursed, "Friends? Who the fuck is your friend! Bastard, is there anyone else at home? Come on, drag his uncle out too, let’s beat them together!"

The little boy’s face was panicked as he quickly said, "Don’t go in, don’t go in, my uncle is a special forces soldier, he... he’s very good at fighting, don’t go in, he’ll kill you all..."

"Special forces? Yo, I’m so scared, hahaha, what kind of special forces? The kind that specialize in planting trees?" A group of young men burst into laughter.

Huang Mao laughed even harder, "Special forces, my ass. Fuck, drag that special forces guy out here, I want to see what this special forces looks like!"

Several youths rushed into the house, and not long after, they dragged out a bed.

Lying on the bed was a person whose arms and legs were all deformed and withered. His hair was disheveled; his face weathered, looking like that of a man in his fifties or sixties.

"Fuck, this is the special forces!?" Huang Mao burst out laughing, "This is a special waste soldier, right? Hey, old thing, you’ve been a soldier, huh?"

The person on the bed was Old Lin, who struggled to prop himself up on his arms, barely trying to sit up.

"What are you getting up for, just lie there!" the youth next to him kicked Old Lin over.

Old Lin took a deep breath, struggled up again, and said in a deep voice, "My nephew... what has he done to offend you guys?"

"What does it matter to you how he offended me, didn’t you hear me asking?" Huang Mao put a foot on Old Lin’s thigh and smiled, "You’re special forces? What kind of special forces? Disabled special forces?"

"Hahahaha..." the crowd roared with laughter.

Old Lin’s face turned extremely ugly. He wanted to clench his fists. But his hands had long been rendered useless and lacked any strength. Everything seemed like a joke, and he could only struggle in vain here.

"Let go of my uncle, let go of my uncle..." the little boy cried out loud, "I... I will earn the money to pay you back, I will definitely earn the money to repay you, let go of my uncle, please..."

"Yo, now you want to pay me back, too late!" Huang Mao laughed wildly, "Come on, today I’m going to let you see how we handle your special forces uncle. Tsk, tsk, if we can beat the special forces, then doesn’t that mean our Hungry Wolf Gang is stronger than the special forces? Hahahaha..."

"That’s right, let’s go, one-on-one, I want to fight him one-on-one!"

"Beating special forces, I can take on ten by myself!"

"I can take on twenty!"

"I can take on a regiment!"

"I can take on a war zone!"

The laughter and mocking continued unabated, causing Old Lin’s head to involuntarily hang down. Once the mighty Blood Wolf King, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? But over these years, he had no choice but to accept his fate.

"Attention!"

Just then, a resounding voice suddenly came from the doorway. The voice wasn’t loud, but full of power, a guttural roar from the depths of the soul, like the impassioned blood of an undaunted soldier after a hundred battles!

Everyone turned to look, and saw a figure at the doorway, standing at attention in perfect military posture. His body was ramrod straight, like a spear that could never be bent, the unyielding spine of a military man!

Old Lin, with all limbs disabled, still struggled to sit up straight, the pride that was engraved in a soldier’s bones!

No matter how powerful the enemy, no matter how dangerous the path ahead, no matter how weak one is. A soldier can only die standing, never living on his knees!

Inside the house, Huang Mao and company burst into laughter; Huang Mao pointed outside and laughed loudly, "Still standing at attention? Is this motherfucker stupid? Got a brain problem?"

"At ease!" the person at the doorway shouted again.

"Attention!"

"Double time, march!"

The person at the door raised their hands to their waist and ran into the room in standard running posture, stopping before Old Lin.

Attention, perfect military stance. The right hand rose in a crisp salute.

"Fifth Unit, Blood Wolf Special Combat Team, member Su Yang, reporting for duty!"

The voice echoed thunderously, every word emanating from deep within his chest cavity. There was no melodic beauty as it was only a member’s profound respect for his captain, the fervent brotherhood between comrades!

Huang Mao and several others were stunned into silence, but Old Lin’s eyes widened, fixated on Su Yang standing before him.

After a long while, he finally managed to say in a trembling voice, "Good! Good! Good!"

Never had this iron-blooded man shed a tear when trampled upon, when humiliated. But now, his eyes brimmed with hot tears, his voice choked with emotion!

Su Yang too was teary-eyed. This was the captain who had taken extreme care of him in the army, the captain who had traded one of his legs for Su Yang’s life.

There weren’t many people who inspired Su Yang’s admiration in this lifetime, but Old Lin was unquestionably one of them!

Su Yang had grown from a clueless fifteen-year-old recruit into the Third-Generation Blood Wolf King who struck terror in the jungle, all thanks to Old Lin’s tutelage!

Everything Su Yang had today was also thanks to Old Lin.

If it hadn’t been for Old Lin exchanging his leg for Su Yang’s life, Su Yang would have probably died in those jungles a long time ago.

A debt of life saved, mentorship received, camaraderie, brotherhood!

Who would dare harm Old Lin?

No one could!

So long as I, Su Yang, live, no one will be allowed to insult Old Lin!

At this moment, Huang Mao and his companions had regained their senses. One of the youths lifted his foot and kicked towards Su Yang, swearing, "Fuck, who the hell are you trying to scare? I’ll..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Su Yang had turned around and delivered a punch right under the youth’s foot.

A crackling sound was heard as the youth’s leg bone was shattered. And it was not a clean break—the broken bone had pierced through his knee and directly stabbed into his lower abdomen.

The pain almost made the youth pass out, but he remained agonizingly conscious. Trying to hold his wound, he didn’t even know where to apply pressure. With his feet, legs, and abdomen all in pain, where should he clutch?

Huang Mao and his group were petrified; they had been in fights before, but they had never seen anything like this. A single punch with such impact—was this Tyson? But even Tyson couldn’t deliver such force, could he?

At this point, Su Yang spoke up, "Team member Su Yang, requesting permission to annihilate the enemy!"

Old Lin snapped back to reality, his voice trembling, "No... you can’t, this isn’t a warzone, you can’t... can’t do this..."

"Team member Su Yang will bear all consequences!" Su Yang shouted, charging forward, grabbing the injured youth by the neck, and lifting him up.

"You will all pay for what you’ve done!" Su Yang gritted his teeth: "Today, none of you will leave here alive!"

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