Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 1532: Side Story: Old Soldiers Never Die, They Simply Fade Away (Part 2)

Inside the box was a set of folded military uniform, already retired from active service, with many brown stains as if remnants of blood that couldn't be washed away. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Besides the uniform, the box contained several meticulously polished medals, clearly showing the owner's cherished care.

On the back of each medal was a line of small text, respectively engraved with 'Chan Country Independence Liberation Medal', 'Siam Krimu Defense Line Battle Medal', 'Jawa Country Conquest Medal', 'First-class Warrior Medal', 'South Korea Operation Special Forces Medal', 'Squid Country Peace Medal'… Each medal seemed to narrate a past of iron and blood, stirring an inexplicable emotion.

Situang put on the uniform, adorned all the medals one by one, and stood before the portrait of the Supreme Leader, silently saluting with a crisp and efficient move, appearing nothing like a man in his twilight years.

At this moment, Situang's gaze was as sharp as a blade, radiating a presence that sent shivers down the spine, a mere glance instilling dread.

After finishing everything, Situang exited the small building and stepped onto the street outside.

Confrontation was ongoing, with an official holding a megaphone slowly losing patience and expressing dissatisfaction with Wusi Real Estate Group's efficiency—how had they not yet brought the old man down after so long?

Baking under the scorching Sun, sweat trickled down him, his tone marked by frustration, issuing threats through the megaphone: "I'll repeat one last time, anyone causing unreasonable obstructions is resisting official directives, clear the road immediately for the construction team."

This provoked the residents of Phoenix Old Street, whose curses rose in waves.

Some young men even picked up stones and hurled them, with one such stone hitting the official square on the head.

The official paused in shock, feeling a chill on his scalp, reaching out to touch, and was greeted by a sight of crimson.

"Troublemakers, this bunch of troublemakers!"

Unable to restrain his anger any longer, the official erupted, bellowing orders: "These are no ordinary citizens now, they are all rioters! Ensure all enforcers strike heavily, suppress these rioters completely!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Forming a human wall, enforcers with riot shields and batons advanced step by step, facing flying stones and Molotov cocktails, quickly clashing with Phoenix Old Street residents in a chaotic melee.

On one side lay a numerical advantage, on the other an equipment advantage, with both factions engaged in fierce exchanges on the street amidst endless cries of agony and raging curses.

Living on Dubhe Star, an Outer Colony Star, where crises and primitive frontier environment abound, the citizens are inherently martial, with ordinary enforcers unable to subdue them without deploying stationed troops.

Situang did not partake in the chaos but approached the Wusi Real Estate Group's construction team spectating the scene.

"Who are you…"

A staff member noticed Situang, but before he could finish, a swift hand chop from Situang knocked him out.

Taking only a few steps, Situang found a mud truck, first taking the driver unconscious out of the truck, then seating himself inside, deftly engaging gears and firing it up.

With the engine roaring, the mud truck accelerated continuously, crashing through several police cars, making a U-turn in full view of stunned onlookers, heading towards the city center of East An City.

"Never thought this retired old man would one day return to his old trade, hoping my skills aren't rusty yet."

While stroking the mud truck's steering wheel, Situang mused aloud, as if reliving those magnificent days when in his youth, he repeatedly drove mud trucks on missions.

Thinking of this, Situang peered towards East An City, faintly seeing the Wusi Real Estate Group's headquarters, towering a thousand meters high, also the city's iconic structure.

"Enjoying commercial competition, but have you ever witnessed a real high-end business war, Wusi Real Estate Group's chairman—Zaka!"

Situang lit a cigarette, stomped on the accelerator, with the engine roaring, the mud truck sped swiftly towards the towering building.