Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

As night deepened, the neon lights of Ningzhou painted the sky an ambiguous orange-red.

After a long day of work, Liu Ming walked out of the Municipal Youth League Committee building, but instead of feeling relieved, she felt a ache running through her bones. Sitting in a government office for too long was more uncomfortable than lying in a jungle for three days and three nights.

That's mental exhaustion.

To clean up the mess at Changling Town Middle School, he spent an entire day dealing with the old hands in the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Food and Drug Administration, practically wearing his lips out. Fortunately, the outcome was good: Wang Dafa was brought down, the shady profit chain was broken, and the children were finally able to have a hot meal again.

This made him feel that the suit he was wearing was somewhat worthwhile.

To take a shortcut home, Liu Ming turned into an alley called "Lao Huai Lane".

This is an old urban area slated for demolition. The streetlights are old and dilapidated, their flickering light resembling that of an elderly person suffering from asthma, breathing in fits and starts. The walls on both sides are covered with large "demolish" characters, and the air is filled with a musty smell and dampness from the sewers.

It's very quiet.

It was unusually quiet.

Liu Ming didn't stop walking, nor did he lose his rhythm; he continued walking unhurriedly on the bluestone path. But his eyes, which had been somewhat lazy, narrowed slightly at that moment.

As a former "Dragon Fang" elite soldier, his sense of danger was ingrained in his very bones.

Twenty meters ahead, at that corner piled with clutter, the breathing sounds were incredibly heavy.

To the left rear, behind that abandoned trash can, someone is deliberately keeping their footsteps low.

The smell of cheap cigarettes mixed with cheap hairspray was particularly pungent in the night wind.

"Come out."

Liu Ming stopped and stood under a dim streetlamp, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. The flickering flame illuminated his overly calm face.

"Isn't it tiring to hide like this?"

The voice just fell.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A slightly awkward round of applause came from the shadows around the corner.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight hooligans carrying steel pipes and baseball bats emerged from various corners. They had brightly colored hair, their arms were covered with messy tattoos of dragons, tigers, and leopards, and they all had their heads tilted, legs shaking, and a kind of sneer on their faces that they thought was fierce but was actually quite ridiculous.

The leader was bald, with a gold chain as thick as a finger hanging around his neck (the kind that floats on water), and he was playing with a butterfly knife in his hand, twirling it in a fancy way.

"Not bad, kid. You're pretty clever."

The bald man spat and led his men to surround Liu Ming in a fan shape, completely blocking Liu Ming's escape routes.

"Now that you know we're here, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy? Maybe if Grandpa's in a good mood, he might spare your leg."

Liu Ming took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of grayish-white smoke, and glanced indifferently at the mob.

too weak.

In the past, someone like this wouldn't even have been worthy of his attention.

"Who sent you?"

Liu Ming flicked his cigarette ash, his tone as calm as if he were asking for directions.

"Shut the fuck up! Don't you know the rules of the game? You take the money, you do the work!"

The bald man pointed a butterfly knife at Liu Ming's nose and said viciously, "Kid, blame yourself for messing with the wrong person! Someone's offering 100,000 yuan for one of your hands and one leg! The grievances have their source, the debts have their debtors; when you get to the King of Hell, don't file a wrong complaint!"

One hundred thousand yuan?

Liu Ming smiled.

This price is really stingy.

In Ningzhou, who else could hate him to the bone and only resort to such low-level means of revenge besides that young master Ouyang who was just humiliated?

Ouyang Feng, you really haven't disappointed me.

A spoiled brat is a spoiled brat; besides relying on his father's connections and hanging out with thugs, he has nothing new in his mind.

"Did Ouyang Feng give you the money?"

Liu Ming directly revealed the name.

The bald man was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting his opponent to guess so accurately, but he quickly became enraged: "None of your business! Still being stubborn even when you're about to die! Brothers, get him! Cripple him!"

At the bald man's command, the thugs around him immediately charged forward, howling.

In their eyes, the young man in front of them, dressed in a suit and tie, who looked like a pretty boy sitting in an office, was like meat on a chopping board, ready to be cut however they wanted.

however.

They are wrong.

That's completely wrong.

Faced with the whistling steel pipes and baseball bats, Liu Ming did not run away in panic as they expected, nor did he kneel down and beg for mercy.

He didn't even throw away his cigarette.

He simply and leisurely placed his briefcase on the clean steps beside him.

then.

He raised his hand, his long, slender fingers resting on the Windsor knot at the collar of his shirt.

"Perfect."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, but it clearly reached everyone's ears in the quiet alley.

"Sitting in the office writing reports all day long, my bones are practically rusting."

He pulled suddenly.

His tie came undone instantly, and two buttons on his collar were undone as well.

That instant.

The once refined and scholarly deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee has disappeared.

Instead, there was a beast that had finally broken free of its shackles and bared its fangs...

A ferocious beast.

Liu Ming cracked his neck, making a sickening "crack" sound. He looked at the thugs rushing towards him, a bloodthirsty yet excited smile playing on his lips.

"Since it's delivered right to our doorstep..."

"Then...it's a good opportunity to stretch my muscles."