Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1996 - 2059: News of His Son

Seeing that Li Yifei was now on guard, the hidden weapons could no longer inflict deadly harm on him. They could only serve as interference, to distract him. Therefore, after shooting a few hidden weapons, the Lady Saint no longer used them.

Li Yifei glanced at the nine hidden weapons on the ground while exchanging blows, and said, "If I don’t spank you for using hidden weapons, dare you try again."

"Prepare to die!" the Lady Saint shouted coquettishly, charging forward with incredible agility, executing a set of bizarre moves that forced Li Yifei to retreat more than ten meters. Such was the ferocity of this set of moves that Li Yifei could not find an opportunity to counterattack.

But as the Lady Saint paused in her attack, Li Yifei countered explosively. His offense was hard to categorize; one moment borrowing a push from Tai Chi, the next switching to a punch from a boxing style, perhaps followed by a swift and powerfully angled leg technique.

As observed by Murong Yuanqing and others, a so-called master might rely on one signature move, while others integrate different skills with no constraints of style or school—as long as it could counter the enemy, it was put to use.

The key was whether the technique was suitable, whether its timing was just right, and whether the response was quick enough.

With the Lady Saint’s previous chain of moves dodged, Li Yifei countered with a Mountain-leaning press. As the Lady Saint’s momentum paused, Li Yifei followed with an Iron Fist, supplemented by Seven Stars Step.

Of course, these names for moves and steps might not provide an immediate sense, but a description of the movements offers a clearer picture. Li Yifei’s series of attacks forced the Lady Saint back more than ten steps. If not for a few large trees behind her, she would probably have retreated further.

Even so, the Lady Saint was forced to rest her legs against a tree, turning her body sideways to face Li Yifei’s attack. If Li Yifei continued to press his advantage, she would likely suffer. However, Li Yifei did not pursue; instead, he paused.

This gave the Lady Saint a chance to rest. Her frenzied assault had taken a toll on her stamina. Li Yifei did not pause out of gentlemanly conduct. Had he pressed his advantage, forcing the Lady Saint to defeat, the battle would be over. Instead, he paused because... his phone rang.

Li Yifei stepped back a few paces, gestured to the Lady Saint, and glanced at his phone. It was a strange number, with no identified origin, yet it wouldn’t stop ringing. In fact, this number had started ringing shortly after their fight began. This was already the fifth time.

In the thick of combat, Li Yifei had ignored it. Now able to catch his breath, he realized that a number calling five times could mean something urgent.

"Hello?" Li Yifei answered the call.

The Lady Saint’s eyes still glimmered with an eerie light, but seeing Li Yifei suddenly interrupt the fight to take a call, she did not continue to attack.

The call was heavy with breathing—so loud—and then a voice, synthesized and awkward, spoke: "Li Yifei?"

Li Yifei had thought it was an acquaintance calling persistently for some reason. Hearing the voice mention his name so suddenly, he frowned and said, "Yes, it’s me."

"Check your messages," ordered the unpleasant voice on the other end, as if there were no room for dispute.

Hm? Li Yifei’s frown deepened. He glanced at the Lady Saint not far away, just as the caller hung up. Immediately after, an anonymous message arrived, written in Chinese: "You must lose this battle!"

Only eight short words, yet they left no room for Li Yifei to argue, divulging much. The caller knew he was in a match with the Lady Saint. So, who could they be?

Li Yifei stared at his phone, his fingers tapping, replying, "Do you think what you say matters?"

"Certainly, you must lose," the caller quickly responded.

Under different circumstances, Li Yifei might have retorted, asking if they were out of their mind. But this crucial moment, with such an abrupt message, was unlikely a prank. So Li Yifei replied, "Reason?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"You can refuse to tell, I still won’t lose," Li Yifei smirked, a mocking grin no one on the other end could see, though inwardly he thought: Isn’t this nonsense? If I lose, I could die here. Just who do you think you are? God? Condemning who lives and who dies? Even if you were, Li Yifei believed his fate was in his own hands, not heaven’s. Stir him enough, and he’d challenge even God himself, let alone some skulking figure.

A life-and-death battle, abruptly interrupted by this call, granted the Lady Saint a chance to rest but also left her puzzled. Her eyes regained some normalcy as she frowned at Li Yifei, asking, "What’s wrong?"

Li Yifei lifted his gaze to the Lady Saint, his expression oddly mixed. This inexplicable caller dared to demand he lose to her; clearly, they were siding with her, hence his glance towards her.

The Lady Saint only heard someone calling him, the voice peculiar and low, unaware of the subsequent conversation.

"Take a break, this works to your advantage," Li Yifei said, looking once more at his phone, which vibrated. As he opened it, his hairs stood on end.

The Lady Saint’s face displayed astonishment as she sensed an explosive aura erupt from Li Yifei, only to become incredibly chaotic. Even during the earlier intense combat, he had never been like this. What could leave him so distraught?

The aura Li Yifei unleashed momentarily was such that even the Lady Saint felt a tinge of fear. It was hard to describe, yet she felt he had momentarily transformed into an unbeatable giant, a feeling that terrified her despite its briefness.

However, Li Yifei quickly fell into disorder. Had the Lady Saint attacked now, her odds of succeeding would be high, possibly posing mortal danger to him. Yet, she did not strike; instead, she watched him in surprise, unsure whether to inquire.

Clearly, something massive had occurred for Li Yifei to react like this. What had he seen? What did his phone display?

After several seconds, Li Yifei steadied his breath and body, though his hands still trembled slightly. After tapping a few keys, he deleted them.

Just moments earlier, Li Yifei read a line on his screen, still in Huaxia script, saying: "If you want to see your son again, you must lose."

Son. Li Yifei had three sons, but only Su Mengxin’s child was abducted shortly after birth. He had mobilized many forces to search, even clashing with several provincial families, eliminating all despite immense pressure.

In recent days, both the Li family and the Su Family renewed their search, especially with Su Mengxin prioritizing it over work. Logically, the longer time passed, the slimmer the chance of success, since the child would continually grow, rendering them unrecognizable, even if Li Yifei and Su Mengxin crossed paths with him. They couldn’t possibly DNA-test every child they met.

And now, some stranger alluded to the child, rekindling Li Yifei’s suspicion as Sun Fugui’s daughter-in-law had tried using a similar ruse, luring him for a bomb attack. Having once been fooled, Li Yifei would not easily believe it again. Maybe it was a ploy to disrupt his focus for the Lady Saint to win.

"Someone tried deceit before, resulting in their own and their family’s death," Li Yifei calmly typed after a moment.

The caller replied swiftly: "I told you, lose and your child will be safely returned."

"Ha, nice try, but too bad I’m no fool; mere tricks and you’re betting I’ll believe?" Li Yifei replied.

This time the response lagged a minute. Finally, an incoming message triggered Li Yifei’s eyelid twitch, displaying a photo of a toddler, age indeterminate but around one or two, hair longer. Yet the brows and eyes... undoubtedly a blend of Li Yifei and Su Mengxin, with eyes like Su Mengxin, but nose and mouth identical to his as a child.

Juxtaposing Li Yifei’s childhood photos at that age would highlight uncanny similarities. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Indeed, it’s my child! Emotion overcame Li Yifei with such intensity that his breath grew unsteady, compelling the Lady Saint to approach, asking, "Really, what happened? Can I help?"

Li Yifei backed away, his mind now chaotic. The caller’s photo unmistakably proved the child was with them—the son he had long sought, placing immense effort, now held as leverage against him to lose and grant victory to the Lady Saint.

So then... he shot the Lady Saint a glance, stating, "Just a minor issue, no need for you to come closer."

The kidnappers’ relation to the Lady Saint remained complex—were they complicit, or pawns in a scheme? Li Yifei preferred not to think that far, choosing faith in her character. Despite occasional mischief, she wouldn’t stoop so low.