Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 1530: Side Story: Old Soldiers Never Die, They Just Fade Away (Part 2)

Phoenix Old Street, in the kitchen of a three-story building, the aroma of simmered pig's trotters wafted out.

Situang stood in front of the clay pot, his gaze cold as he put down his phone. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Just moments ago, he received a call from his granddaughter's best friend, informing him of Erica's disappearance at the mall.

"Wusi Real Estate Group."

Immediately, this thought popped into Situang's head; he hadn't offended anyone else on Dubhe Star, the only one with conflicting interests was Wusi Real Estate Group.

Recently, due to the demolition matter on Phoenix Old Street, as the leader, he must have become a thorn in the side of Wusi Real Estate Group.

Turning off the gas stove, Situang walked out of the kitchen; outside, the noise of shouting and crying mixed with the sound of engineering vehicles rolling over, all echoing in his ears.

Opening the window, Situang swept his gaze outside.

He saw vehicles from Wusi Real Estate Group once again entering Phoenix Old Street, this time accompanied by a large number of security officers clearing the way and confronting the residents of Phoenix Old Street.

An official holding a loudspeaker shouted, "Dear residents of Phoenix Old Street, please remain calm. I am the director of the Planning Bureau of East An City. Phoenix Old Street is a key project undergoing comprehensive transformation by the East An City government. We are taking urgent measures with Wusi Real Estate Group to discuss a reasonable compensation plan. Please go home and do not hold a confrontational attitude."

However, such words could not make the residents of Phoenix Old Street believe them; the opposition had already brought in construction vehicles, treating them like three-year-olds!

"Damn it, this is our home, Phoenix Old Street belongs to us, don't even think about taking a step forward."

"The government's talks are always empty words and clichés; you're just deceiving us."

"You bunch of trash, I knew you were colluding with Wusi Real Estate Group; I will not back down."

"We will protect our home with our lives; everyone, don't be afraid of them."

The residents of Phoenix Old Street, filled with rage, blocked the path of the construction team.

Opposite them, a line of security officers stood with riot shields and batons, helmets on, forming a human wall as both sides confronted each other.

Only on a colonial star like Dubhe Star could such a scene be seen. The more remote the place, the less they liked following the rules. Such things would never happen on Blue Star.

Bam! Bam!

Suddenly, the door of the small building was kicked open, and several tattooed men wielding knives burst in.

Most of them had scorpions tattooed on their necks and arms, the notorious mark of the Black Scorpion Gang in East An City.

Situang turned, coldly eyeing the uninvited guests.

"Old man, are you Situang?"

The leader, a man with triangular eyes, sneered as he approached, sizing up Situang. Although surprised by the old man's calm demeanor, he still arrogantly said, "I won't waste words with you. Your granddaughter is in our hands; sign this contract now, then go out to your old neighbors and make them clear the way and stop causing trouble, or else..."

The man's threat was blatant as he sneered.

They knew Situang was the leader of the Phoenix Old Street protests. As long as they caught him and made him convince the residents, everyone would be happy. This was their purpose for coming.

"I want to speak to your boss!"

Situang sat on the sofa, his eyes as calm as still water, without the imagined fear. Instead, he resembled a lion watching a pack of wild dogs baring their teeth in front of him.

"You old fool, who do you think you are..."

A lackey, displeased, angrily moved to teach him a lesson.

"Stop it; this old guy's body is frail. If we accidentally kill him, how will we answer for it?"

The man with triangular eyes stopped the lackey's actions, afraid of making too much noise and alerting the residents of Phoenix Old Street, which would ruin their boss's plans and get him into trouble.

After thinking it over, the man with triangular eyes glared at Situang, took out his phone, and dialed his boss's number.

"Yes, yes, we've found him. Boss, you see..."

The man nodded and bowed, saying a few words into the phone before handing it to Situang: "Our big boss, you're lucky."

"I know who you are, and I know what you want. If it's money, I have it. There's no need to harm my family."

Situang gripped the phone, his voice deep, without much emotional fluctuation, chillingly calm.

A chuckle came from the other side of the line, filled with endless mockery: "Old man, you're really naive. Do you think I'm interested in your measly savings? Do you think business competition is what you believe it to be? It employs every trick in the book, something you will never understand. Now obediently sign the contract, let your granddaughter spend another night with me, and if I'm in a good mood, you can reunite with her."

Situang's expression grew colder, his voice filled with determined firmness: "You talk about business competition; in this area, I have more professional skills. It's the accumulation of my life's work, capable of making people like you a nightmare. Release my granddaughter now, and I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, Zaka, I will find you no matter where you hide."

The surroundings went silent, with Black Scorpion Gang members nearby looking on in disbelief, thinking that Situang must be crazy.

On the other end of the phone, after a few seconds of silence, a mocking, teasing voice came through: "Impressive. Then I'll wait for you to find me. Good luck."