Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1918 - 1983: Slamming the Phone

"Hello?" Li Yifei was just about to reach a crucial part when the phone call interrupted him. He didn’t want to answer, but it kept ringing, so his mood was understandably bad. "Hurry up and say who you are, I’m very busy."

After waiting a few seconds, there was no sound on the phone, making Li Yifei even more annoyed, especially since He Fangqing was already striking a pose, waiting for him to blow the horn of attack.

"Golden Eagle? Haha." A deep voice sounded from the phone. Li Yifei frowned. The other party was speaking in Chinese, though with a bit of an accent, but he probably wasn’t a foreigner. Not many people domestically would address him by his code name off the bat, so Li Yifei snorted and said, "Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important, what’s important is that you are Golden Eagle." The other side said. Li Yifei’s eyebrow twitched. He always disliked people who beat around the bush, so he replied bluntly, "If you’re my friend, tell me your name immediately. If not..." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"If not, then what?" the other party interrupted.

"If not, get lost." Li Yifei finished and hung up the phone with a snap. Far away in the country, in a base, the expression on the face of a colonel holding the phone froze suddenly. He hadn’t expected Golden Eagle to show such disrespect. He was an instructor and a leading figure of another very famous special force in Huaxia, the notorious Tiger Company in the north, where every member was selected among thousands, each unbelievably tough. He spoke to Li Yifei in that manner because the two teams had clashed several times. Previously, every encounter had ended in disgraceful defeat for Tiger Company when Li Yifei led the Flying Hawk Squad, so this colonel actually held a big grudge against Li Yifei.

But this time he had to find Li Yifei. After getting Li Yifei’s contact from his superiors, he’d called several times without an answer, which really annoyed him. Once connected, Li Yifei’s poor attitude made him even more displeased.

After the call was suddenly hung up, he stood up directly, threw the phone in his hand, and cursed, "Damn it, what are you so proud of? I don’t believe I can’t survive without you!"

Several people nearby nodded in agreement, repeatedly denouncing Golden Eagle.

After Li Yifei hung up the inexplicable call, his interest had diminished halfway, leaving a certain part limp. He Fangqing crawled over and tenderly worked on him for a long time before Li Yifei regained his vigor, mounted his weapon, and rode victoriously.

But halfway through, the phone rang again. The cellphone was right beside him. Li Yifei glanced at it—it was still that anonymous call. He snorted and picked up the phone, lay back down, patting He Fangqing, signaling her to take care of it herself. He Fangqing obediently sat up by herself.

Li Yifei answered the call. This time, there was silence on the other end again, so he coldly said, "I don’t care who you are, stop playing mysterious. If you’re looking for trouble, just say it. I am all in!"

Generally, those who knew his code name as Golden Eagle were either within the military, soldiers from other countries, people involved in the missions he participated in, or some terrorists, arms dealers, etc. Of course, it wasn’t absolute. His identity was a secret, but there’s no true secrecy under the sky, and it wouldn’t be hard to find out.

A call from within the country, with such an attitude, naturally wouldn’t make Li Yifei polite either. He had many enemies abroad, and equally numerous at home.

Jin Daheng almost smashed the phone again but held back, considering this was the second call. He took a deep breath and said, "I’m Jin Daheng!"

"Don’t know!" Li Yifei immediately replied, going through the name Jin Daheng in his mind, finding he truly had no impression of it.

You! Jin Daheng, at least a colonel, neither high nor low in rank, and with the renowned Tiger Company, known by only a few in some military regions, yet you, Golden Eagle, have fought with us so many times, and you don’t know me, Jin Daheng?

To be fair, Jin Daheng truly wronged Li Yifei. On such matters, Li Yifei wouldn’t make up lies; he genuinely did not know the name Jin Daheng.

In the Flying Hawk Squad, Jin Daheng was usually called... Tiger Head, a respectful nickname and not derogatory, so nobody knew his actual name. As for his voice, Li Yifei had also forgotten it. The key point was, even if he recognized the voice, Li Yifei wouldn’t have a favorable attitude, because this guy wasn’t a good bird. Once during a competition between the two teams, Jin Daheng had someone ambush a few members of the Flying Hawk Squad, giving them a solid beating. Although Li Yifei later avenged them, it formed a grudge.

"Are you insane? Keep pestering me with calls. When I return to the country, I’ll definitely make you pay!" cursed Li Yifei, hanging up the phone for the second time on Jin Daheng, prompting another phone-smashing temptation for Jin Daheng.

After ending the call, Li Yifei completely lost his mood, but luckily He Fangqing seemed satisfied, so the two took a shower together, returned to bed, and only then did Li Yifei realize it was already midnight. Damn, calling at this hour out of nowhere—if that isn’t insanity, what is?

Unfortunately, before he could curse entirely, the phone rang again. This time it showed a number, indicating the caller had changed phones. Li Yifei was tempted to hang up but instead answered. As soon as the call connected, a roar came through the headset, loud enough that even He Fangqing could hear it without speakerphone, different from the previous caller’s voice.

"Golden Eagle, what on earth do you want?" the caller shouted.

Damn it! Li Yifei grabbed the phone, shouting at it, "Who the hell are you, shouting at me like that!"

"You... Golden Eagle, do you have any regard for organization and discipline!"

"There’s plenty of organization and discipline, who the hell are you anyway? Besides, it’s the middle of the night here. All of you are calling me at ungodly hours—who’s lacking organization and discipline?" Li Yifei retorted. Trying to pressure him with "organization and discipline," he thought, was nonsense. Li Yifei wasn’t in the military anymore, so he didn’t need to follow such nonsense discipline. Are these people insane?

"You... you... you... you’re driving me crazy! I’m Xu Xiangqian!" the caller shouted.

"I’m Li Houtui then. I don’t care who you are, you’re all calling in the middle of the night to bother me. I’m a patient man now, but if this was before, I’d have already tracked you down for a beating."

"Gah!" The other party was obviously choked up, falling silent for a moment before speaking again. "Fine, I’ll call you tomorrow then!"

It was deep night in Dubai, while daylight had already arrived in Huaxia, so the caller held his temper, planning to call Li Yifei again after daylight there.

Of course, Xu Xiangqian hoped Li Yifei would adopt a more reasonable attitude, but the result was still a series of beeps indicating a busy line, clearly another hang-up from the other side, provoking Xu Xiangqian to the same frustration Jin Daheng felt.

Xu Xiangqian battled the urge to smash his phone, managing to place it down after a long hesitation and taking several deep breaths to calm down.

On Li Yifei’s side, having hung up the phone, he chuckled slightly, proof that he finally recognized who was on the other end.

It was someone from the Northern Military District, directly overseeing the aforementioned Jin Daheng. During previous military exercises, Li Yifei had already put these people through the wringer. Just hearing Xu Xiangqian’s name, he knew who it was, so afterwards, he purposefully antagonized them. Since he’d already offended them before, he might as well continue; after all, he wasn’t a soldier now and didn’t need to care about their opinions.

With a hint of vindictiveness, Li Yifei hung up the phone, allowing no room for rebuttal. Of course, this was just a small, mischievous pleasure—his main thought revolved around why these people reached out to him at this time.

It certainly wasn’t to reconnect or catch up; such emotions couldn’t possibly be involved at this hour. What was their goal? Sadly, there wasn’t enough time to ask.

Rubbing his chin, Li Yifei placed the phone down, contemplating for two minutes before giving up. If they needed something from him, they would surely call back. If not, offending them was no big deal since his relationship with them was adversarial from the start.

The enmity wasn’t indicative of being enemies; rather, it was competitive. The competition among military districts was equally intense. Members of Li Yifei’s group, boasting the title of China’s First Battle Team, had many who disapproved. Naturally, during military exercises, they were opponents—the terms were opposed.

This subject unveiled some unpleasant truths, so Li Yifei opted not to dwell on them. Additionally, if they expected him to do something, their approach wasn’t going to work.

Tossing aside the phone and holding He Fangqing, Li Yifei soon fell asleep, even dreaming— a spring dream with a female protagonist whose appearance he couldn’t remember, save for her exceptionally good, white, and smooth skin that was incredibly soft and bouncy...

Thinking harder, it seemed like some woman with the surname Su. Upon waking up in the morning, Li Yifei shook his head, deciding to forget the dream.

After breakfast, he promised to accompany the women shopping, a pledge set to fulfill. They rode Sarama’s equally flashy Knight Fifteen to the commercial district. Today, Li Yifei frequently repeated one phrase— "Swipe my card."

Preparing to return to the country, he needed to buy gifts for his family, a somewhat taxing task. Luckily, there were women to provide guidance, leaving Li Yifei solely responsible for swiping the card.

Even so, serving as a porter, Li Yifei made several trips back and forth to load the purchases into the car.

The phone rang. Li Yifei glanced at the number—another new one. He closed the car door, leaning against it, answering the call.

"Hello? Is this Golden Eagle?" As soon as the call connected, the person, suddenly polite, switched to a woman’s voice. Though the voice was rather neutral, it was indeed feminine.