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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.

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

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

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

At this mont, Situang's gaze was as sharp as a blade, radiating a presence that sent shivers down the spine, a re 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 gaphone 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 gaphone: "I'll repeat one last ti, anyone causing unreasonable obstructions is resisting official directives, clear the road imdiately for the construction team."

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

So young n 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 lee.

On one side lay a nurical advantage, on the other an equipnt 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 environnt 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 mber 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 ters high, also the city's iconic structure.

"Enjoying comrcial 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.

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