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

He Yuzhu landed firmly on the muddy ground, his knees slightly bent to dissipate the impact, and then, like a cannonball, he hurtled towards Wang Dahai.

The two security guards in black who were beating the villagers felt a blur before their eyes, and before they could even see the faces of the newcomers, they felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest by a heavy hammer.

Click!

With a cracking sound of ribs breaking, the two burly men, each weighing 160-170 pounds, coughed up blood and flew backwards for more than ten meters like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the tracks of an abandoned bulldozer and instantly losing consciousness.

This sudden turn of events brought the chaotic scene to a brief pause.

Wang Dahai was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage.

"Where did this bastard come from, daring to meddle in the affairs of our Jingzhou General Administration! Kill him!" Wang Dahai roared furiously, pointing at He Yuzhu.

A dozen or so security guards in black immediately abandoned the villagers and surrounded He Yuzhu, brandishing riot shields and batons.

He Yuzhu stopped in his tracks.

He didn't draw his gun, but simply moved his wrist slowly. The scar on his left cheek looked exceptionally gruesome in the sunlight.

On the Korean battlefield and in the counter-espionage bayonet battles in the special zone, He Yuzhu had killed more top-tier soldiers and desperate criminals than these security guards had ever seen dead.

Dealing with these lackeys who bully the people and act like thugs is simply a one-sided massacre.

Whoosh!

A security guard swung his baton and smashed it hard against the back of He Yuzhu's head.

Without even turning his head, He Yuzhu twisted his body like an eel, dodging the attack, and in the instant, grabbed the opponent's wrist holding the stick with his right hand.

Bend it hard!

"Ah—!" With a piercing scream, the security guard's arm was twisted into a pretzel.

He Yuzhu seized the baton and, like a tiger among sheep, launched a brutal and one-sided assault.

There are no fancy moves, only the simplest and most deadly military combat techniques that kill with a single blow!

boom! boom! boom!

Every swing of the baton was accompanied by a chilling cracking sound. These black-clad security guards, who usually swaggered around in front of ordinary people, were like paper toys in front of He Yuzhu. In less than two minutes, all of the dozen or so guards were lying in the mud, howling and rolling around, none of them able to stand up.

The arrogance on Wang Dahai's face froze completely, replaced by endless fear.

As he watched the man approach step by step like a god of death, his legs went weak, and he was so frightened that he didn't even have the strength to run.

"You...you stay away! I'm Manager Zhao's man! If you dare touch me, you'll have no place to hide in Handong..." Wang Dahai retreated repeatedly, falling down into the muddy water.

He Yuzhu walked up to him and sneered.

"Is Zhao Lichun's dog worth a lot of money?"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Yuzhu suddenly raised his right leg, like a steel whip, and with a terrifying whooshing sound, lashed it hard across Wang Dahai's chin!

boom!

Wang Dahai's entire jawbone shattered instantly, and several bloody teeth spurted from his mouth. Before he could even scream, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, completely losing consciousness.

Just as Lin Yang had instructed, he didn't die, but he would have to live on straws for the rest of his life.

The surrounding villagers were completely dumbfounded as they stared at the man who had appeared like a divine warrior. They couldn't understand how anyone in this world could dare to beat Zhao Lichun's favorite to such a sorry state right here in Jingzhou.

On the high slope, Lin Yang no longer looked at the mess below.

He put his hat back on, turned around, and walked along the dirt road toward the jeep.

"Shen Yan." Lin Yang's voice was as cold as ice.

"exist!"

"Go to the Jingzhou General Administration Building. Go and meet our great hero who holds absolute power in Handong."

After half an hour.

The General Administration Office Building in downtown Jingzhou.

This building is the highest symbol of power in the Handong District. At this moment, in the spacious and luxurious general manager's office on the top floor, Zhao Lichun is standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the vast city that he completely controls.

He wore an impeccably tailored dark turtleneck sweater, over which he wore a pure wool waistcoat. His gold-rimmed glasses were spotless, and his hair was meticulously combed.

If a few years ago he was a mad dog begging for survival in the basement of the Ministry of Heavy Industry, then now he has grown into a true tyrant.

"Chief Steward Zhao, this is a confidential call from the Southern Special Zone." A secretary respectfully entered and reported, "Director Chen Feng said that the first batch of ultra-high voltage transmission equipment has been successfully connected. He expressed his gratitude for Handong's strong support."

Zhao Lichun smiled slightly, turned around and walked to his desk, picking up the expensive purple clay teacup.

"Tell Chen Feng that we're brothers, no need to be polite. As long as the Special Economic Zone needs us, even if all the coal in Handong is burned up, we'll still make sure their lights stay on forever."

The secretary acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Zhao Lichun took a sip of the finest Da Hong Pao tea, a hint of extreme intoxication and arrogance flashing in his eyes.

He did it.

He not only completed the grand strategy of "transmitting electricity from the north to the south" assigned by Lin Yang, but also firmly grasped all the power in Handong Province during this rapid construction.

Those old bureaucrats who dared to defy him have been thoroughly purged by him under various pretexts. Now, everyone in Handong, from coal mine directors to city officials, are his protégés and old friends whom he personally promoted.

"Chairman Lin, you warned me back then not to cross the line," Zhao Lichun muttered to himself, a twisted sneer playing on his lips. "I didn't embezzle a single penny of the country's money, nor did I award the projects to my relatives. But I monopolized power! With this absolute power, I was able to build six mine-mouth power plants in a single year! If you knew that, you should be praising me, not blaming me."

Just as Zhao Lichun was basking in the glory of the power he had created,

Suddenly, a soft "click" came from the heavy, soundproof double mahogany door of the office.

There was no announcement from the secretary, nor was there a knock on the door.

The door was slowly pushed open from the outside.

Zhao Lichun's brows furrowed sharply, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. In Handong, even the other deputy chief stewards had to wait obediently outside the door for their secretary to announce their arrival! Who would dare to be so disrespectful?

"Didn't I say that no one is allowed to..."

Zhao Lichun turned his head, but his reprimand was only halfway through when it was as if someone had suddenly grabbed his neck, and all his words were instantly stuck in his throat.

His pupils, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, contracted violently to the size of pinpoints.