Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Wang Cuihua, wearing a red homespun floral jacket, was wolfing down cabbage, nodding indistinctly, "My man is the best!"

Xu Damao got more and more excited as he bragged, and even started pointing in the direction of the Intermediate People's Court, fueled by alcohol.

"Don't be fooled by Lin Fan's new position as factory manager! What's so great about him? He's just relying on his brother who's in the army! Without Lin Yang, Lin Fan is nothing! I, Xu Damao, earn my living through my own abilities!"

The people at the table turned pale with fright upon hearing this and quickly kicked Xu Damao's legs under the table.

"Da Mao! Are you crazy! If this gets back to the Lin family, you'll lose your job as a projectionist!"

Xu Damao curled his lip dismissively: "What's there to be afraid of! The Lin family moved to the military compound three years ago, and they don't care about coming back to this shabby place anymore! The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, I'll celebrate my wedding, and he can be his factory director. We'll keep to ourselves!"

Just as Xu Damao was arrogantly shouting and yelling.

"Boom!"

A deep, powerful roar of a car engine suddenly rang out in the quiet alley of Nanluoguxiang.

The voice, like the growl of a steel beast, instantly drowned out Xu Damao's boasting.

Followed by.

"squeak--"

A sharp screech of brakes.

A military green jeep with a special license plate from the Central Military Commission came to a steady stop outside the gate of No. 95 compound.

The heavy car door was pushed open.

A pair of spotless black military leather boots slammed heavily onto the bluestone slabs.

Lin Yang, wearing a dark gray woolen overcoat, walked alone across the high threshold of the courtyard house without any bodyguards. He strode across with steady and cold steps.

His figure was like a javelin piercing the sky. Just by standing there, a terrifying aura, tempered from mountains of corpses and seas of blood and the highest power center of the country, swept over the entire courtyard like an overwhelming force!

Front yard, middle yard, back yard.

Everyone who was busy, calculating, or boasting seemed to be put on pause when they saw that familiar yet chilling figure.

Dead!

Utter silence!

Xu Damao froze, his wine glass hovering in mid-air. His face, flushed from drinking, instantly lost all color, turning paler than a corpse. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and the urge to urinate surged up in waves.

"Minister Lin... Minister Lin is back..."

Someone, in a trembling voice as if they had seen a ghost, murmured something.

These words were like a detonator, instantly igniting the flattery and fear in the hearts of those beasts in the courtyard.

"Oh my! Minister Lin! You've finally returned to this old compound for an inspection!"

Yi Zhonghai was the first to react. Like an old dog seeing its master, he hunched over and rushed forward at a speed completely out of character for his age.

His old face was plastered with a nauseatingly obsequious smile, and he didn't know what to do with his hands, so he just kept rubbing them on his clothes.

"Minister Lin, you've worked so hard for the country in the Northwest these past few years! We, the old neighbors in this compound, have been eagerly awaiting your return! We're all overjoyed that Director Lin has been reinstated!"

As Yi Zhonghai spoke, he tried to get closer to Lin Yang, wanting to show the concern of an elder.

Not to be outdone, Liu Haizhong pushed aside the chair blocking his way and sprinted over, nearly tripping and falling flat on his face because he was running so fast.

"Chief Lin! Director Lin! I, Lao Liu, greet you!"

Liu Haizhong was still three steps away when he gave a deep 90-degree bow.

"It's such an honor to have you return to this humble place amidst your busy schedule! Director Lin is managing the steel rolling mill with exceptional skill. I, Old Liu, work like a pro every day in the workshop, following his example! Just say the word, and I, Old Liu..."

Yan Bugui squeezed in, adjusting his glasses and beaming, "Minister Lin, you look more and more like a general! Jie Cheng, quick! Help Minister Lin with his bag!"

These three "managers" who once held absolute power and acted arrogantly in the courtyard were now as humble as a dog with a broken spine in front of Lin Yang.

They used every trick in the book, exhausting all the words in their lives to flatter and fawn, hoping to become familiar with this powerful figure and gain a sliver of hope for survival.

however.

Lin Yang stopped in his tracks, his deep, cold gaze sweeping over their faces, which were etched with greed and obsequiousness, as if he were looking at three piles of foul-smelling garbage.

He didn't speak.

They didn't even offer them a superfluous expression.

That complete disregard was more despairing than the harshest scolding. Lin Yang's silence was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on their hearts, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

At this suffocatingly awkward moment.

"Boom!"

A roar of a motorcycle, even more ferocious than that of a jeep, came from the alley entrance.

A sidecar motorcycle with a police license plate made an extremely skillful drift and came to a stop right behind the jeep.

A man as burly as an iron tower jumped out of the truck bed.

He wore a crisp police uniform, with two bars and one star on his shoulders. The hideous scar on his left cheek, bathed in sunlight, exuded a chilling and menacing aura.

It is none other than He Yuzhu, the current deputy director of the Dongcheng Public Security Bureau and captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade!

He Yuzhu strode into the courtyard and immediately spotted Lin Yang surrounded by Yi Zhonghai and the other two.

His eyes instantly turned red.

"Commander!"

He Yuzhu charged forward like a raging lion, directly scattering Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong who were blocking his way. He slammed his legs together, his boots clanging crisply, and raised his right hand in the most solemn and fervent military salute.

"He Yuzhu, former guard platoon leader of the Special Mountain Independent Division! Reporting to the division commander!"

Looking at his subordinate, who had completely transformed into a fierce and ruthless general, Lin Yang finally showed a faint smile on his cold face.

"Zhu Zi, you're looking more and more like the guy in this leather outfit." Lin Yang nodded.

He Yuzhu lowered his hand, turned around, and his eyes, like those of a grim reaper, instantly locked onto the three trembling old men beside him.

"You three old bastards, are you tired of living?!"

He Yuzhu's voice was like a thunderclap, making the entire courtyard buzz.

"You dare block the leader's path? You bunch of bloodsuckers who bullied Director Lin and stole his house back then, do you think you're worthy to get close to the leader?"

He Yuzhu suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Yi Zhonghai by the collar, and lifted him up like a chick.

"Yi Zhonghai, do you think you can take advantage of the fact that the commander is being lenient and lenient with you?"