You Bastards, Grandpa Jin is Here!

Black Tortoise Manor, basement.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The sounds of punches and kicks echoed one after another.

Yue Xiaofei curled up on the ground, using his hands to shield his head desperately.

Under normal circumstances, let alone two thugs, he could have handled a few more with ease.

Yet now, with his feet locked in steel manacles, he was like a trapped tiger, forced to endure a rainstorm of blows passively.

"Well, well, still a tough nut!"

"Beat him to death!"

"Let's see how long he can last!"

Who knew how much time had passed.

Bruises covered Yue Xiaofei's body and blood coughed from the corner of his mouth, but he kept his teeth clenched throughout, not a single sound of begging escaping his throat.

"997!"

He gritted his teeth to keep count.

"998!"

"999!"

Both thugs grew tired from the beating, panting heavily and drenched in sweat, yet they heard this strange counting.

"Brat, what are you counting?"

Buzz-Cut Thug asked.

Yue Xiaofei slowly raised his head, his face covered in blood and grime, his gaze remaining resolute.

"Counting how many times you hit me!"

"When my Uncle Zhao gets here, not a single hit will be missed; you'll pay for every one of them on your own bodies!"

"Ha, ha!"

Meathead Thug burst into wild laughter, unable to stand straight.

"Did this kid get beaten stupid?"

"Uncle Zhao, you say?"

"I smashed his emergency call into pieces, who's going to come save you?"

Buzz-Cut Thug kicked Yue Xiaofei right in the ribs.

"Even if that Zhao Mengsheng guy really comes, he's just walking to his death!"

"This is the Gao Family's turf, easy to get into and hard to leave!"

"Heh, once we finish you off, we'll tie up your demented grandfather too, and send you both on your final journey together!"

"How dare you—!"

Yue Xiaofei exploded into sudden motion, like an enraged lion!

Disregarding the drag of the iron manacles, he lunged with all his might at Buzz-Cut Thug, opening his mouth to clamp down on the man's arm.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Buzz-Cut Thug let out a miserable shriek like a slaughtered pig, feeling his arm caught in a death grip as blood instantly gushed forth.

He struggled frantically, raining wild blows down on Yue Xiaofei's head with his other hand.

Yet Yue Xiaofei refused to let go no matter what.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing this, Meathead Thug snatched up a wooden club from nearby and swung it down onto Yue Xiaofei's back.

"Crack!"

The wooden club snapped in half under the impact.

Overwhelmed by pain, Yue Xiaofei finally loosened his jaw.

A chunk of flesh had actually been bitten clean off Buzz-Cut Thug's arm.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

Clutching his bleeding arm, Buzz-Cut Thug had eyes so red they looked as though they would drip blood.

He turned and bolted out of the basement, roaring, "I'm going to get a knife! Young Master Gao won't let us kill you, but I'll still poke dozens of holes in your body!"

Meanwhile, Meathead Thug resumed punching and kicking Yue Xiaofei, hurling curses.

"Dared to bite someone, did you? I'll pull your teeth out one by one later, and show you what it means to wish you were dead!"

Yue Xiaofei curled up on the ground, his consciousness gradually fading, leaving only a single thought in his mind.

Hold on a little longer!

Uncle Zhao will definitely come!

Even if he doesn't, he'll call the police for me!

Above ten thousand meters in the sky.

"Rumble!"

The supersonic fighter jet broke the sound barrier, emitting a piercing roar.

The fuselage shuddered violently as it neared its speed limit.

"Accelerate! Give me more speed!"

Zhao Mengsheng stared fixedly at the Jiangcheng coordinates on the electronic screen, roaring in fury.

He could not imagine what kind of pain the old platoon leader's son was enduring down there in the basement!

Every second of delay meant Yue Xiaofei might meet with disaster!

"God of War, we're already at maximum speed! Accelerate any further and the jet might fall apart!" The pilot's voice shook.

"Even if it falls apart, we push through!"

With bloodshot eyes, Zhao Mengsheng slammed his fist onto the control console.

"If anything goes wrong, I take the blame!"

"We must reach Black Tortoise Manor within ten minutes!"

Boom!

In a flash, the jet plunged downward toward Jiangcheng like a shooting star, trailing a long tail of flame.

Meanwhile.

"Wailing siren! Wailing siren! Wailing siren!"

A dozen police cars sped wildly along the road.

In less than ten minutes, their flashing lights slicing through the air, they rushed right up to the gates of Black Tortoise Manor.

"Oh no!"

At this sight, the dozens of guards stationed at the manor experienced drastic shifts in expression.

They were all professionals hired by the Gao Family.

Logically speaking, they could handle ninety-nine percent of unexpected situations!

Yet right now, things were defying all reason!

Especially upon seeing the vehicles bearing provincial capital license plates, everyone grew tense.

"Quick—close the iron gates!"

The head guard immediately barked the order while picking up a loudspeaker to shout:

"This is a designated location for medical parole! You have no search warrant, leave immediately! Otherwise, we won't be polite!"

The heavy steel gates slowly began to close.

"Speed up, smash through!!!"

Jin Dapao's roar cracked like thunder.

He leaped onto an off-road vehicle and slammed his foot all the way down on the accelerator.

"Rumble!"

The engine roared to life!

The off-road vehicle charged straight toward the iron gates like a wild horse breaking free of its reins.

"He's crazy! He's a lunatic!"

Terrified out of their wits, the guards scrambled out of the way to both sides.

They never expected the intruders to actually dare force their way through; these men were absolute desperadoes straight out of a battlefield!

"Bang—!"

The off-road vehicle slammed viciously into the iron gates, the massive impact warping the metal and splitting a gaping fissure right down the middle.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

"You little bastards, your Grandpa Jin is here!!!"

Jin Dapao kept pushing the accelerator.

The guards who had just been blocking the entrance immediately fled in disarray toward the surroundings, terrified of being run down and sent flying.

"Flying Tiger Squad, follow me, to the basement!"

Jin Dapao leaped out of the vehicle, drew his service pistol, and sprinted toward the interior of the manor.

"Understood!"

The Flying Tiger Squad Members followed closely behind, the sounds of bullets being chambered ringing through the entire area.

Inside the basement.

Buzz-Cut Thug brandished a dagger, walking step by step toward Yue Xiaofei with a ferocious expression.

"Brat, you had quite a lot of spine just now, didn't you?"

He pressed the chilling blade against Yue Xiaofei's neck, his tone mocking.

"I'll give you a chance!"

"Kneel down, kowtow three loud times, and call me grandfather!"

"I'll spare your life and skip the stabbing, how about that?"

Yue Xiaofei jerked his head aside, dodging the blade.

"Ptooey!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, which landed squarely on Buzz-Cut Thug's face.

His voice was weak, yet filled with unyielding arrogance.

"Want me to kneel? In your dreams!"

"Every member of my Yue Family is a loyal martyr!"

Yue Xiaofei lifted his chin, his face smeared with bloodstains, but his gaze burned with exceptional tenacity.

"My grandfather is a hero of the War of Resistance!"

"My eldest uncle is an air force hero!"

"My second uncle is a naval martyr!"

"My mother is an angel in white!"

"The blood flowing in my veins is the blood of heroes!"

"My bones are harder than the knife in your hand!"

"If you want me to kneel, you'll have to make the Yangtze River flow backward and Mount Tai collapse first!!!"

These words rang out with stirring passion, revealing a terrifying willpower.

"Death is at the door and you're still running your mouth?!"

Buzz-Cut Thug was thoroughly enraged, his features twisting in distortion.

"Since that's how you want it, I'll grant your wish!"

He raised the dagger and thrust it toward Yue Xiaofei's chest.

Yue Xiaofei slowly closed his eyes.

Did we still not make it in time?

Uncle Zhao...

I don't blame you!

"Bang—!"

Right at this critical juncture!

The basement's iron door was violently kicked open.

A roar reeking of gunpowder exploded like a thunderclap.

"Who the hell dares lay a hand on my nephew?"

"You'd better ask Jin Dapao's gun first!!!"

(Brothers, the ultimate climax is coming up next! This little brother humbly begs for a wave of early-release requests, free little gifts, and good reviews. If there are plenty of gifts and good reviews, there will be extra chapters released!)