Courtyard Houses: Longevity Since the War of Resistance

Factory Director Yang's banquet ended relatively smoothly in the end, without ending because of Sha Zhu's unpleasantness. He himself was seething with anger, and still had to take Sha Zhu back to the courtyard house. The atmosphere in the car was frighteningly tense the whole way.

Upon arriving at the gate, Sha Zhu got out of the car carrying his tools. Factory Director Yang rolled down the window, stared at him, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "He Yuzhu, you're really something! You've really made me proud today!"

There was a sarcasm in those words; anyone with a modicum of sense could hear the mockery. But Sha Zhu was a straightforward guy, and he was still basking in the double satisfaction of having won over the big boss with his culinary skills and then defiantly not giving Li Feng a friendly look.

He pondered Director Yang's words for a moment, then misinterpreted them as praise for his skill and how he had brought honor to the factory. Scratching the back of his head, he chuckled, quite pleased with himself: "Director, don't worry! Next time you have this kind of task, come to me again. I guarantee I won't let you down!"

Looking at his foolish expression, Factory Director Yang was so angry he almost choked. He pointed at him, then said nothing, rolled up the car window, and sped off with a huff, leaving Sha Zhu standing there, clicking his tongue in bewilderment: "This factory director, if you're going to praise someone, just praise them, why are you so angry?"

Perhaps it was precisely because of this reckless and foolish spirit, this simple-mindedness that led Director Yang to tolerate him time and time again, since his culinary skills were indeed a golden brand for the steel mill's canteen.

In stark contrast to the misunderstanding with Sha Zhu, Li Feng was kept behind by the higher-up and moved to the study. The study was filled with the aroma of tea, and the atmosphere was serene.

The high-ranking leader took a sip of tea, his gaze filled with reminiscence and emotion, and looked at Li Feng: "Li Shan, I'm sorry you had to see me make a fool of myself today. But seeing you reminds me of your brother, Li Feng."

Li Feng's hand holding the teacup paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, then he lowered his eyes, concealing the strange glint that flashed in his eyes, and adopted a posture of attentive listening.

The basic qualities of a movie star (from the skill---movie star)

"Your brother, he was an extraordinary figure." The high-ranking leader's voice was deep and slow, filled with heartfelt respect. "Back in the army, my old superiors spoke of his reputation. He was a universally acknowledged war god, and one of a kind. We all believed that if he were still alive, his achievements today would be immeasurable. What a pity."

At this moment, listening to others speak of my deceased self with such reverence is indeed an incredibly strange feeling, carrying a sense of absurd detachment.

"My older brother has been my role model since I was a child. I have always wanted to be like him." This performance was sincere and flawless, perfectly portraying the image of a younger brother who admires his heroic older brother.

The senior leader nodded approvingly, then shook his head slightly, his tone becoming somewhat meaningful: "It's good that you have this intention. However, your brother has chosen a military path. Times have changed. If you stay in the local area and contribute to the industrial sector, you're doing the same thing for the country. Besides..." He paused, lowering his voice, "The winds have shifted subtly lately, and the higher-ups might not be able to pay attention to you. It might not be a bad thing for you to stay safely at the steel mill."

The implication in those words is quite obvious.

Li Feng understood immediately, knowing that the other party was kindly reminding him of the impending political storm, so that this young cadre with a special background would know how to avoid risks.

"I understand, thank you for your guidance, Uncle," Li Feng replied respectfully, without saying anything more.

It was getting late, and the two didn't talk any further before Li Feng took his leave.

Returning to the courtyard house under the cover of night, Li Feng's mind was not completely at peace. Was that movement finally coming?

Thinking back on everything I changed during my journey, I once thought I could take a different path, but the world's corrective power was so strong.

"Truly tenacious." Li Feng stood in front of his house, gazing at the deep night in the yard, his eyes gradually sharpening. "But now that I'm here, it must die in its infancy."

The next day, Li Feng went to get off work and left work on time as usual, handling the daily affairs of the security department, as if his conversation with the senior leader the night before and the turmoil in his heart had never happened.

I also heard about the upcoming arrival of Qin Huairu's younger sister, Qin Jingru, but I had more important things to deal with right now and didn't have time to pay attention to these little ripples in the courtyard.

As night falls, every household in the courtyard turns off their lights and falls asleep, and all is quiet.

Li Feng opened his eyes in bed, and his figure vanished from the room in an instant. (From the skill - Teleportation)

The next moment, he appeared silently a thousand meters in the air, the night wind ruffling his clothes, the city skyline stretching beneath his feet. A glint flashed in his eyes as he locked onto a certain location.

The space shifted, and he found himself above a heavily guarded mansion. His gaze sharpened, and in the instant, all the sentries, both visible and hidden, even the patrolling military dogs, lost consciousness, collapsed to the ground, and fell into a deep coma. (From the skill---Conqueror's Haki)

Li Feng calmly put on a plain metal mask, his figure slowly descending as he walked openly into this dangerous mansion. His steps were steady, ignoring the fallen guards along the way, and he went straight to the study deep inside.

Inside the study, a middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with a calm demeanor, was bent over his desk reviewing documents.

Hearing the faint sound of the door being pushed open, he looked up and saw Li Feng, who had suddenly appeared wearing a mask. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. Without panicking, he asked, "How did you get in? Do you know where you are? Guard!"

His tone carried the authority and certainty of someone who had long held a high position.

Li Feng's hoarse voice came from under the mask: "Don't call Gongqiao, they've all fallen asleep."

Gongqiao's pupils contracted slightly. He put down his pen, leaned back slightly, and asked, "What do you want?"

His tone remained calm, attempting to maintain control. Li Feng slowly shook his head, his gaze beneath the mask serene and unwavering: "I don't want anything." He paused, then said, word by word, "I just came to ask you to pass on a message."

"What did you say?"

Li Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a penetrating power, clearly echoing in the study, "The demon-suppressing spirit has always been here."

"Suppressing ghosts?!" These two words struck like a thunderbolt, finally shattering the composure on Gongqiao's face. His body leaned forward abruptly, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at the masked man, his tone filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"Li Feng is dead!"

Li Feng replied in his disguised voice, "The captain is dead, but the spirit of the demon will live on forever."

Gongqiao's breath hitched, and he quickly pressed, "How many... people are left?"

"Just me."

"Just you alone?" Gongqiao exclaimed as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. "How is that possible! How could you possibly break through my security line so silently by yourself?!"

"To the ghost-suppressing sect," Li Feng's voice carried a matter-of-fact calmness, as if stating the simplest fact, "this place is like your own backyard; you can come and go as you please."

These words completely changed Gongqiao's expression. His heart raced, and his voice was hoarse: "What do you want?"

Li Feng took a step forward, his pressure spreading: "You've finally hit the nail on the head."

Staring into Gongqiao's eyes, his tone left no room for argument, "Listen, starting today, everything you are planning or doing must stop completely. Furthermore, all four of you must voluntarily step down, stop interfering in everything, enjoy your lives peacefully, and never touch any power again. This is the last chance Zhengui is giving you."

As Li Feng spoke, Gong Qiao's right hand moved down very slowly, revealing a loaded pistol hidden in the drawer under the desk.

"Are you looking for it?"

A cold voice interrupted his little actions. Li Feng raised his right hand, his index finger casually hooking the trigger guard of a black pistol. The pistol was spinning lightly on his fingertip; it was the gun that should have been in the drawer.

Gongqiao's hand, which was reaching for the drawer, froze in mid-air, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Not only did the other party know the location of the gun, but they also took it without his knowledge, completely shattering his last shred of hope.

"Remember," Li Feng stopped twirling his finger and casually tossed the pistol onto the sofa beside him as if it were just a useless toy, "You don't have much time, just tomorrow. I hope you can make the right choice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Feng appeared beside him and swiftly delivered a precise hand chop to the side of his neck.

Gongqiao's vision went black, his words were cut off, and he slumped into his seat, losing consciousness.