How Could One Man Have So Much Guts?

The instant Jin Dapao made his move, he was like a beast breaking loose!

His back arched, and his muscles bulged.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch whistled through the air and cracked against Director Ruan's face.

Every kick slammed into his lower belly like a hammer, doubling him over and drawing scream after scream.

Clang!

He couldn't even keep hold of his gun. It fell straight to the ground.

In that moment!

Jin Dapao cast off every restraint.

Discipline?

Rules?

He threw them all to the winds, as if he had become that young Artillery Platoon leader again, charging a bunker with a pack of explosives in his arms!

"Spineless wimp!"

"Gutless coward!"

"Kept man!"

Jin Dapao seized Director Ruan by the collar, lifted him like a chick, then slammed him hard into the ground.

"A coward like you thinks he deserves to wear that uniform?"

"When you were climbing the ranks on your father-in-law's coattails, did you ever stop to ask whether you had any real ability?"

"Send you into the field and you don't dare go. Give you a case and you shake. Can you do anything besides kiss up?"

"When I lay hidden in the snow for three days and nights at thirty below, you were drinking tea and reading the paper in a heated room!"

"When I risked taking a bullet to pull hostages out of a drug den, you were clinking glasses at a banquet!"

"Today, you're going to find out what a real man's fists feel like!"

Not far away, Yue Xiaofei stared, dumbfounded.

Was this Uncle Jin?

He had thought Jin Dapao had already shown quite a temper when he dealt with those two thugs!

He hadn't expected this to be his true nature.

Now that was a real man!

Even with a gun pointed at him, he had charged straight in!

How lucky was I to have an uncle like him?

His father's old comrades really were men of iron!

Yue Xiaofei clenched his fists. The pain from his wounds seemed to ease, and he felt as though the blood in his veins were on fire.

At the entrance to Black Tortoise Manor.

Hou Tao and his hundreds of men were completely stunned.

They stood frozen in place, unable to move.

None of them had expected Jin Dapao to actually throw a punch, much less at Director Ruan while he held a gun!

One man!

How could one man have so much guts?!

Director Ruan was being swung around and slammed down like a battered sack.

His white shirt was covered in dust and blood.

His gold-rimmed glasses had flown three meters away.

How was this a fight?

More accurately, it was a one-sided beating.

Director Ruan couldn't fight back at all!

Even though they were on the opposing side, the onlookers couldn't help feeling sincere respect and admiration for Jin Dapao.

"Bureau Chief Hou, should we go stop him?"

A captain swallowed as he asked, his voice trembling badly.

Hou Tao shuddered and shook his head again and again. "Forget... forget it. Without guns, who could stop Madman Jin?"

He stared at Jin Dapao, sweat streaming down his back.

That wasn't a man. He was a Humanoid Tyrannosaurus!

Now that his rage had erupted, no one could probably get near him.

Go up and stop him?

That wouldn't be breaking up a fight. It would be throwing their lives away!

Hou Tao drew his neck in, privately grateful that he hadn't lost his head.

"Commissioner Jin, take a breather!"

At last, a Flying Tiger Team member couldn't help stepping forward. "If you keep hitting him, Director Ruan's going to meet his ancestors!"

"Pah!"

Only then did Jin Dapao stop and give Director Ruan a kick where he lay.

The man lay like a dead fish, blood running from his nostrils. His face was bruised purple and blue, swollen like a steamed bun.

"Pathetic!"

Jin Dapao spat. "I haven't even warmed up, and you're done already?"

He took out a pack of cigarettes, put one between his lips, and lit it, sending smoke billowing into the air.

Despite beating Director Ruan so thoroughly, he had barely broken a sweat.

"Old soldiers never die, and they never fade away!"

He blew a smoke ring, his voice hoarse.

In all the years since transferring to a civilian post, he had never let himself slacken. He had kept up his old habits.

Every morning at five, without fail, he ran five kilometers cross-country.

The punching bag in his office had been beaten until it shed bits of stuffing!

At the shooting range, his shots always struck the bull's-eye.

Taking care of one Director Ruan?

It was as easy as squeezing a lump of clay!

"You... you bastard, Jin Dapao..."

Director Ruan finally struggled up from the ground and pulled out his phone with trembling hands.

The screen was cracked from the fall. He swiped for ages before finding the number saved as "Father-in-law" in his contacts.

"I'm calling my father-in-law right now!"

"I'll have you fired!"

"I'll have you arrested!"

"I'll make you regret this for the rest of your life!"

At that, the Flying Tiger Team members grew anxious.

"Commissioner Jin!"

A veteran member stepped forward. "You can't let him make that call!"

Not far away.

Yue Xiaofei's heart was in his throat. His eyes reddened with guilt. "Uncle Jin, if you hadn't come to save me, you wouldn't be in this much trouble!"

"Kid! I never regret what I do!"

Jin Dapao ground his cigarette butt out beneath his foot and grinned, showing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

"Even if it weren't for you, I've wanted to beat this spineless bastard for ages!"

"At worst, I'll quit and go fishing back in the countryside!"

"Think that'd be the end of me?!"

Just then, Director Ruan's call connected.

"Hello, Dad... Waaaah..."

He started crying the moment he opened his mouth. The injury at the corner of his lips made his words slur together.

"Someone beat me up... At Black Tortoise Manor. It was that bastard Jin Dapao!"

"He defied orders... and assaulted a superior in public. He thinks he's above the law..."

"Dad, you have to stand up for me..."

A grown man was sniveling like a little boy.

Quite a few people present looked at him with contempt.

But an aged, authoritative voice came from the other end of the line.

"Outrageous!"

"Attacking a superior and flouting the law!"

"Just wait! I'm calling Jiangcheng right now! Five minutes at most!"

At those words, Director Ruan clutched at his lifeline, nodding and bowing over and over.

"Yes! Thank you, Dad! Thank you!"

He looked like a fawning court eunuch beside the emperor.

But once he hung up.

Director Ruan's face changed. He straightened his back a little and pointed at Jin Dapao with a vicious grin.

"Jin! You're finished! My father-in-law said that in five minutes, you'll be begging me in tears!"

The Flying Tiger Team members' faces darkened.

Everyone knew Director Ruan's father-in-law was a veteran figure in the provincial government, with influence everywhere.

If he truly threw his weight around, Jin Dapao wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Commissioner Jin!"

One member was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. "Should we pull back first?"

"Hmph!"

Jin Dapao held his head high and declared, "Yue Xiaofei's father—my old captain—once said, 'A soldier must never bend his back or lose his backbone!'"

"I own what I do. The word 'run' isn't in my dictionary!"

"Besides... if that spineless bastard has someone backing him, what makes you think I don't?!"

As he spoke those last words, Jin Dapao suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky.

At Ten-Thousand-Meter Altitude.

A mass of dark clouds churned.

It was as though some fierce beast were roaring inside, about to emerge!