Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

In the kitchen of a three-story building on Phoenix Old Street, the aroma of stewed, tender pig's feet wafts out.

Situon stood in front of the casserole, coldly putting down his phone.

Just now, he received a call from his granddaughter's best friend, informing him that Erica had gone missing in the mall.

"Us Real Estate Group".

The first thought that popped into Xituon's mind was that he hadn't offended anyone on Tian Shu Star; the only person with whom he had a conflict of interest was the Us Real Estate Group.

Recently, due to the demolition of Phoenix Old Street, he, as the leader, must have become a thorn in the side of Wusi Real Estate Group.

Situang turned off the gas stove and walked out of the kitchen. Noisy shouts and cries came from outside, mixed with the sound of construction vehicles running over him.

He opened the window and glanced outside.

Then, a fleet of construction vehicles from the Us Real Estate Group drove into Phoenix Old Street once again. This time, a large number of security officers acted as the vanguard, confronting the residents of Phoenix Old Street.

An official, holding a loudspeaker, shouted: "Residents of Phoenix Old Street, please do not be agitated. I am the director of the Dong'an City Planning Bureau. Phoenix Old Street is a key project for the comprehensive renovation promoted by the Dong'an City government. We are currently working with Wusi Real Estate Group to take emergency measures and discuss a reasonable compensation plan. Please go home and stop being confrontational."

However, this is simply not enough to convince the residents of Phoenix Old Street that the other party has brought construction vehicles over, as if they are three-year-old children!

"Damn it, this is our home. Phoenix Old Street belongs to us. You won't be allowed to set foot here."

“The government’s meetings with you are all empty talk and platitudes; you are just deceiving us.”

“You bunch of trash, I knew you were in cahoots with the Us Real Estate Group, and I will not back down an inch.”

"We will defend our homeland to the death, don't be afraid of them."

The residents of Phoenix Old Street were furious and blocked the construction team's way.

On the other side, a group of police officers, armed with riot shields and batons and wearing helmets, formed a human wall, with both sides facing each other.

Such a landscape can only be seen on colony planets like Tian Shu. The more remote the place, the less it likes to follow the rules. Such a thing would never happen on Earth.

Bang!Bang!
Suddenly, the door to the small building was kicked open, and several tattooed men wielding knives rushed in.

Most of them have scorpion tattoos on their necks and arms, a symbol of the notorious Black Scorpion Gang in Dong'an City.

Situon turned around and looked coldly at the group of uninvited guests who had barged in.

"Old man, are you Situon?"

The man with the triangular eyes who was in the lead stepped forward with a sneer, sized up Xituang a few times, and although he was somewhat surprised by the other's composure, he still said arrogantly, "I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Your granddaughter is in our hands now. If you know what's good for you, sign this contract now, and then go outside and tell your old neighbors to make way and not cause trouble, otherwise..."

The man with the triangular eyes sneered, his words carrying no attempt to conceal his threat.

They knew that Situang was the leader of the protests in Phoenix Old Street. If they could take him down and get him to do ideological work among the residents of Phoenix Old Street, then everyone would be happy. This was also their purpose in coming here.

"I need to speak with your boss!"

Situon sat on the sofa, his eyes calm and still, showing no fear as one might expect. Instead, he resembled a lion watching a pack of wild dogs baring their teeth at him.

"You old codger, who do you think you are?"

One of the underlings, displeased, was about to teach the other a lesson in a fit of rage.

"Stop! This old man is in poor health. What if we kill him? How will we explain this?"

The man with the triangular eyes stopped his underling's actions, fearing that it would cause too much of a commotion and be heard by the residents of Phoenix Old Street. If that ruined the boss's plans, he would be in big trouble.

After thinking for a moment, the man with the triangular eyes glared at Xituang, took out his phone, and dialed his boss's number.

"Yes, yes, we've found them, boss. Look."

The man with triangular eyes bowed and scraped as he said a few words, then handed the phone to Xituang: "Our big boss, you're lucky."

"I know who you are, I know what you want. I have money if you want it, there's no need to involve your family."

Situon gripped his phone, his voice low and devoid of emotion, chillingly cold.

A man's sneer came from the other end of the phone, his voice full of mockery: "Old man, you're really naive. You think I'm interested in your paltry sums? You think business competition is anything but ruthless? That's something you'll never understand. Now, you obediently sign the contract, and your granddaughter will sleep with me for another night. If I'm in a good mood, you can even have a grandfather-granddaughter reunion."

Situon's expression grew increasingly cold and hard, his voice resolute and firm as he said, "You speak of business competition. I have far more professional expertise in this area, accumulated through a lifetime of work. This is what makes me a nightmare for someone like you. Now, release my granddaughter, and I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, Zaka, I will find you, no matter where you are hiding."

The surroundings quieted down, and the Black Scorpion Gang members nearby looked on incredulously, wondering if the old man, Xituang, had gone mad.

After a few seconds of silence, a teasing voice came from the other end of the phone: "Wow, that's impressive. I'll be waiting for you to come find me. Good luck."

After saying this, the call was disconnected. The other party had clearly figured out Situon and wasn't going to waste any more time with him.

The Black Scorpion Gang members around them burst into laughter and began to run amok in the house.

Some people ran into the kitchen, picked up the stewed, tender pig's feet and ate them; some ransacked the house looking for money; and some picked up paint, preparing to splash it all over the house.

The man with triangular eyes crossed his legs, slammed the contract onto the table in front of Xituang, and tossed out a pen: "You have no sense at all, yet you dare to threaten our big boss. It's an honor for your granddaughter to become the big boss's plaything. You're utterly ignorant. Now hurry up and sign it honestly, or I'll run out of patience. I don't have time to waste on you."

Situang slowly raised his head, picked up his pen, removed the cap, and said calmly, "I just want to live a peaceful life, so why does everyone like to cause trouble? Isn't it better to just live?"

The man with the triangular eyes snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, having lost patience with the old man. He sat down on Xituang's sofa and slapped Xituang across the face: "I asked you to sign, can't you understand human language? I've given you face, and you've forced me to use my hands."

Just as the slap was about to land, Situon moved, twirling the pen in his hand and thrusting it out.

The sharp pen tip pierced the neck of the man with triangular eyes, punctured the carotid artery, and broke through the trachea. Fresh blood gushed out along the smooth body of the pen.

"Old man, what's in this iron box? You wouldn't be hiding something good, would you? Quickly, give me the key."

One of the henchmen found a heavy alloy iron box in the house and struggled to drag it out, thinking there was some treasure inside.

As he spoke, he walked toward the sofa. From his direction, all he could see was his boss and Situon sitting together.

Ho ho!

The triangular-eyed man clutched his neck, trying to call for help from his underlings, but Xituon held his shoulders down, rendering him unable to move.

With his major artery punctured, his life force rapidly ebbed away.

He never imagined that he could be stabbed through the neck and driven to the brink of death while dealing with an old man half-buried in the ground. No, this guy's skills were far beyond those of an ordinary person.

At this moment, the henchman finally arrived in front of the sofa and saw the scene before him.

"Boss!"

In an instant, the henchman turned pale and let out a shrill roar.

The piercing screams startled the others, and one by one, the Black Scorpion Gang members rushed over and saw their leader's miserable state.

"He killed the boss and then proceeded to kill the old bastard."

One by one, the Black Scorpion Gang members shouted and swung their machetes at Xituang.

Situang stood up, took a step forward to avoid the two cleavers, and suddenly stretched out his arms, grabbing the heads of the two men wielding the cleavers from the left and right, and slamming them together.

Bang!
The two Black Scorpion Gang members felt an immense force surge through them, completely out of control. Their heads exploded upon impact, splattering white brain matter all over the ground.

Swish!
A whooshing sound came from behind Xituang. Without even looking, Xituang reached behind him and grabbed the wrist of a Black Scorpion Gang member who was swinging a knife and trying to launch a sneak attack. With just a twist, he got to the wrist.

With the bones bursting, the Black Scorpion Gang member's right arm was twisted into a pretzel shape, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground, only to be caught in mid-air by Xituon.

Ahhhhh!
The Black Scorpion gang member had just let out a scream while clutching his twisted arm when, in the next second, Situang's machete pierced through his gaping mouth, throwing him backward. The blade pierced the back of his head, pinning him to the wall.

With a blank expression, he drew his long sword, and the corpse slid off the wall. Situon walked toward the last remaining Black Scorpion gang member standing.

"Who the hell are you?"

The Black Scorpion Gang member was terrified, his body trembling like a leaf.

Five people came in, but in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left. The other party's actions were too swift and decisive, as fluid as flowing water; killing was as if it were an innate art.

This is no old man with one foot in the grave; he is clearly a ruthless executioner.

Situang didn't speak, but simply walked up to him without saying a word.

thump!
The Black Scorpion Gang man's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and crying out, "Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! It's not my fault! I was just following orders!"

Without pausing, Situang's blade flashed, and a fine head shot into the air. Blood from the severed neck splattered onto the ceiling, like a bright red rose. The headless corpse swayed a few times before collapsing heavily to the ground.

At the same time, the man with the triangular eyes also breathed his last. He couldn't understand how he had ended up in such a mess.

The entire battle lasted only ten seconds and ended quickly. The seemingly weak old man had managed to kill all five menacing gangsters in succession, making the battle completely one-sided.

"You have already been given the opportunity, but you did not cherish it."

Situon finally spoke softly, casually tossing down his machete and picking up the alloy box that the Black Scorpion gang members had dragged out.

The box that ordinary people could only drag with difficulty was as light as a feather in Situon's hands, as if it had no weight at all.

Step by step, he walked to the portrait of the leader hanging in the living room. Situon took a tissue and carefully wiped away the blood splattered on his body during the battle before entering the password to open the alloy box.

Inside the box was a folded military uniform, a uniform that had been withdrawn from active duty. It had brown stains in many places, which seemed to be bloodstains that could not be washed off.

Besides the military uniform, the box also contained polished medals, showing how much the owner cherished and treasured them.

On the back of each medal, there is a line of small print that reads: "Independence and Liberation Medal of Zen Kingdom", "Battle Medal of Siam Krimu Defense Line", "Conquest Medal of Java Kingdom", "First Class Warrior Medal", "Special Operations Medal of South Korea", and "Peace Medal of Squid Kingdom". Each of these medals seems to tell a story of iron and blood, moving people to tears.

Situon changed into the military uniform, put on all his medals one by one, stood in front of the portrait of the Führer, and silently gave a standard military salute. His movements were crisp and clean, and he did not look like an old man in his twilight years at all.

At this moment, Situon's eyes were sharp as knives, and he had a chilling aura that made people feel fear just by looking at him.

After doing all this, Situon walked out of the small building and onto the street outside.

The standoff continued. The official holding the megaphone had run out of patience and was dissatisfied with the efficiency of the Us Real Estate Group. So much time had passed, and they still hadn't brought the old man down.

He was drenched in sweat under the scorching sun, and his tone was filled with dissatisfaction as he shouted through a megaphone, "I'll repeat myself one last time: anyone who obstructs us without cause is defying the authorities. Make way immediately and let the construction team in."

This move angered the residents of Phoenix Old Street, and a chorus of curses erupted from all sides.

Some young people even picked up stones and threw them, and one of the stones, by sheer coincidence, hit the official right on the head.

The official was stunned for a moment, then felt a chill on his scalp. He reached up and touched it, only to find it covered in scarlet blood.

"Troublemakers! These troublemakers!"

The official could no longer contain his anger and flew into a rage, shouting, "These are no ordinary citizens; they are rioters! All officers must immediately launch a full-scale attack and suppress all these rioters!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Forming a human wall, the police officers, armed with riot shields and batons, advanced step by step, braving flying stones and Molotov cocktails. Soon, they clashed with the residents of Phoenix Old Street, and a fight broke out between them.

One side had a numerical advantage, while the other had an equipment advantage. The two groups clashed back and forth on the street, with cries of pain and angry shouts filling the air.

Living on an alien colony like Tian Shu, the perilous and primitive pioneering environment has instilled a strong sense of martial spirit in its citizens. Unless the garrisoned army is deployed, some sheriffs really can't subdue them.

Situon did not participate in the event, but instead went to the construction team of the Us Real Estate Group, who were watching the show.

Who are you?

A staff member spotted Situon, but before he could finish a sentence, Situon knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck.

In a flash, Situon found a dump truck, knocked the driver unconscious and threw him out, and then got in himself, skillfully shifting gears and starting the fire.

With the engine roaring, the dump truck accelerated, crashing through several police cars, and made a U-turn to the astonished eyes of the onlookers, heading towards the city center of Dong'an.

"I never thought that I, a retired old man, would have to return to my old trade one day. I hope my skills haven't been lost."

Stroking the steering wheel of the dump truck, Situang couldn't help but sigh, as if he had returned to that turbulent era. In his youth, he had also driven dump trucks on missions time and time again.

Thinking of this, Situang looked towards Dong'an City and could vaguely see the headquarters building of the Us Real Estate Group, which was a thousand meters high and was also a landmark building of Dong'an City.

"You like playing the game of business competition, but have you ever witnessed a real high-end business battle? Zaka, the chairman of the Us Real Estate Group!"

Situon lit a cigarette, slammed on the gas, and the engine roared as the dump truck sped towards the towering building. (End of Chapter)