Super Soldier in the City

To save his life, Meng Xuesong did this.

Li Yifei scrutinized the two men, then chuckled after a few seconds. Opposite him, Meng Xuesong wasn’t foolish; he was just overpowered by Fu Yingwei’s influence, leading to one wrong step after another, eventually being aggressively devoured.

After Meng Xuesong finished speaking, seeing Li Yifei remain silent, he gave a bitter smile and said, "That’s how it is. It’s not that I was careless; it’s just... Fu Yingwei was excessively greedy. Even if a collaboration fails, at most you lose some money. But I didn’t expect him to want all my assets straight away!"

"Life is full of surprises," Li Yifei remarked suggestively. Across from him, the Meng Father and son felt a connection. Their story told, they simply stared, waiting for Li Yifei to speak.

"Wretched people often have despicable places." After a while, Li Yifei finally uttered. Meng Xuesong’s face flushed, but he dared not confront Li Yifei. He now sensed Li Yifei wasn’t a killer, or perhaps, an aide to some leader, or someone sent by a big figure to investigate? With this thought, Meng Xuesong refrained from showing anger and asked, "Sir, the story is told. Do you... want to know anything else?"

"Well then, I won’t beat around the bush with you. Meng Xuesong, you are a bit lucky to have run into me." Li Yifei lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled, then spoke.

The Meng Father and son’s eyes both brightened. Meng Xuesong instantly sat up straight and leaned forward, asking, "Are you saying... you can help us?"

Using ’you’ instead of ’sir’ indicates the change in attitude. Li Yifei nodded lightly, saying, "I’m going to deal with Fu Yingwei."

Wow, the Meng Father and son’s hearts stirred with great excitement. Fu Yingwei was their nemesis; this young man said he was here to deal with Fu Yingwei. Is that...possible? Meng Xiaoxiong asked excitedly, "Are you serious? You came to deal with Fu Yingwei?"

Meng Xuesong, however, calmed down; he had been observing Li Yifei secretly. The guy looked quite ordinary, seemingly lacking anything extraordinary. Could what he said be credible?

Meng Xuesong asked hesitantly, "It’s not that I don’t believe, but this issue is grave and difficult. Fu Yingwei’s power is vast, protected above and below, and he has many people under him..."

"Haha, so what? They’re just chickens and dogs, not worth a laugh!" Li Yifei interrupted Meng Xuesong confidently, saying, "All you need to do is choose whether to believe me or not. I came to you because of what you said yesterday; you have evidence of Fu Yingwei’s crimes!"

Meng Xuesong’s eyes moved quickly, assessing. Unfortunately, the other party revealed little; the limited words could also be considered bragging. At this point, Meng Xiaoxiong interjected, "Sir, it’s not that we don’t believe, it’s just... what if you spared us just to extract that evidence, then we’re finished? Now the evidence is with us, and you might not kill us."

Li Yifei nodded, rubbed his hands, and a handful of flames burst out between his fingers. The two in the back row suddenly opened their eyes wide, swearing they hadn’t seen anything in Li Yifei’s hands, yet a fire ignited out of nowhere. Meng Xuesong quickly shook his head, saying, "This magic trick is amusing but insufficient proof!"

"Makes sense, so, do you feel fear now?" Li Yifei smiled, no changes occurring. Yet, the two in the back row suddenly felt a shiver through their bodies, their hearts racing. Though the air conditioning wasn’t adjusted, both felt a sudden change, a chillness that made all their hairs stand, with a deep-rooted fear surfacing within.

The Meng Father and son couldn’t help but feel terrified, as this occurred right after the other party spoke. Their accumulating fear made them feel bone-chilling, moving even a little seemed tough.

The most crucial part was, this fear was organic, Meng Father and son gazed at Li Yifei with extreme panic, feeling the driver was like a demon.

Seconds later, that feeling vanished. Li Yifei still appeared normal, yet the Meng Father and son dared not underestimate him anymore, especially Meng Xuesong. He was aware of some secrets, settled his emotions, and asked, "Sir, are you... a cultivator?"

Li Yifei didn’t expect the other party to know the term "cultivator," lightly nodded, then said, "You do have some insight."

"If you’re a cultivator, taking our lives would be too easy. I blame myself for failing to recognize greatness yesterday. But please forgive our cautiousness; it concerns our lives and cannot be taken lightly. You’ve shown your strength, but haven’t explained why to deal with Fu Yingwei..."

"Just speak normally." Li Yifei, slightly irritated by Meng Xuesong’s overly formal tone, resisted rolling his eyes, then bluntly said: "He caused my brother to lose a hand and suffer for years. Now that I know, I’ve come to avenge."

"This..." Meng Xuesong heard and felt relieved, hurriedly saying, "I see. But, sir, why not directly deal with him, rather than stopping us?"

"Since you know I’m a cultivator, you can fathom the problem!" Li Yifei said.

Meng Xuesong could think it through but remained a bit puzzled after hearing directly, saying, "Can’t you really act against him? But I know Fu Yingwei has cultivators under him, and very strong ones..."

Li Yifei laughed heartily, "I now believe your fortune in earning money truly comes from luck; let me put it this way, I have the ability not only to kill Fu Yingwei but to wipe out all his people too. However, I can’t do it that way. I don’t want merely to assassinate him; he’s publicly a businessman, a successful one. Even known favorably among ordinary people, so I require evidence that can directly take him down, though the ultimate result would be the same."

Of course, it also relates to my identity. Li Yifei actually received warnings; abroad, he can act freely, but domestically... he truly needs to consider the impact. Recently, such as the events in Dan City, occurred due to anger and impetuosity, lacking calmness. Now, while angry, he still must assess how to handle things.

Upon hearing Meng Xuesong mention Fu Yingwei’s side having cultivators, Li Yifei mentally noted. Members of the Flying Hawk Squad, taken individually, are among the strongest among ordinary people of Huaxia, rarely losing in one-on-one fights. Against cultivators, however, they are outmatched, simply different levels. Elder Murong had sparred with Li Yifei during his initial cultivation, but it dramatically favored him.

The plan needed adjustments; remind team members not to rashly move to avoid losses. Revenge is vital, but his brothers’ safety matters more; it isn’t a task within the Flying Hawk Squad requiring absolute completion, so waiting for reinforcements is entirely feasible.

Meng Father and son listened to Li Yifei, slightly dazed, nodding, then asked: "Are you serious?"

"Is tricking you amusing?" Li Yifei retorted.

"In that case... my father and I believe you, yet... this may be inappropriate, but I must ask, helping you, what’s in it for us?" Meng Xuesong felt embarrassed immediately, knowing the question was abrupt and untimely.

Li Yifei raised an eyebrow, "Why? Isn’t avenging you enough?"

"This... it’s my greed. Actually, revenge is already good, but... can you retrieve a bit of money for us, so if Fu Yingwei falls and faces punishment, my father and I won’t be destitute and homeless, able to regain footing here." Meng Xuesong cautiously requested.

Li Yifei sneered, "Greed knows no bounds, wanting more like a snake swallowing an elephant."

"This... we’re not greedy, it’s... like this, twenty billion can all go to you, keep the remainder for us, whether millions or tens of millions," Meng Xuesong implored.

Li Yifei turned directly to face them, saying, "Twenty billion, if recoverable, you must put up ten billion for charity. I don’t care what you do, whether aiding poor students or other charitable acts, but you must allocate ten billion for it. The remaining funds are yours, I want none; the premise is your evidence must be weighty enough."

Boom, Li Yifei’s words were no less than a thunderclap for the Meng Father and son. They couldn’t believe their ears, initially thinking pleading for millions or tens of millions would be good enough. Unexpectedly, the other didn’t want a penny, merely requiring half, namely ten billion, for charity! This led the Meng Father and son to suspect mishearing, causing Meng Xiaoxiong to slap himself, reddening his face before saying: "Sir, are you serious?"

"Ten billion... as long as I can provide it, even committing ten billion to charity is worthwhile, I, Meng Xuesong, can guarantee!" Meng Xuesong clenched his fist, loudly declared.

"Remember, you said it!" Li Yifei pointed at Meng Xuesong.

"Just... sir, my current assets are virtually bad. If the banks or government don’t assist, even recovering them faces bankruptcy, if not already bankrupt. Those ten billion, may be hard to produce." Meng Xuesong nodded, then bitterly expressed.

Li Yifei replied, "Be content, isn’t my refusal to take a cent generous enough?"

"Enough, plenty, truthfully I thought reclaiming millions or tens of millions would suffice, never anticipating your nobility!" Meng Xuesong remarked.