Chapter 1 Precise Poverty Alleviation?

Only a fool would believe you.

Whether it was the many villagers squeezed on the first floor, or the Lu Mao Dian and Lu Mao Cai brothers standing by the railing on the second floor, none of them believed the voice outside the door.

Ignoring it was the best response.

Lu Mao Cai took a deep breath and shook his head, thinking to himself, "Anyway, he can't break in... What the hell was that?!"

Outside, Li Ang was gripping a lamppost, smashing it against the villa door.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

With the rhythmic pounding, the door quickly began to warp and dent.

With a deafening crash, the entire door was smashed open, falling to the ground and kicking up dust.

Li Ang stood outside the door, carrying the lamppost. A flash of lightning illuminated his figure, making him look like a specter.

Li Ang waved his hand, grinning at the people inside, causing the villagers to feel a chill down their spines, and they all retreated.

Don't come over here!

Li Ang looked at the many villagers squeezed into the corner of the living room on the first floor, and sighed sadly. He swung the heavy lamppost with vigor,

while saying gently, "Don't be so restrained, everyone. I'm a very kind person."

Kind my ass! Can you put down the lamppost before you say something like that?

Seeing that the villagers didn't understand him, Li Ang shook his head helplessly and stuck the lamppost into the wide-open villa door.

As soon as the metal pole went in, cyan rune imprints within the walls of the villa appeared, corroding the tip of the lamppost. It melted away like a candle, dripping downwards.

"Huh?"

Li Ang withdrew the lamppost, now missing a small section, with some surprise, looking at the neat, melted cross-section at the front of the pole.

Inside the villa, Lu Mao Cai and Lu Mao Dian exchanged a glance, relieved.

Thankfully, this protective barrier was strong enough.

Even this crazy guy wielding a lamppost like a match couldn't break in.

"Hmm..."

Li Ang stood outside and pondered for a while, then took out a few *ranshaoping* (molotov cocktails) from his inventory. He casually lit one and threw it into the villa's courtyard.

Bang.

As the *ranshaoping* shattered, flames soared into the sky, and even the increasingly heavy rain couldn't extinguish them.

Li Ang shook a large bunch of unlit *ranshaoping* in his hand, and gave the people inside a bright smile. "Folks, it's so cold, and you're hiding in the house. You could easily catch a cold.

I'll burn the house down to warm you up."

Warming us up my ass...

Lu Mao Cai took a deep breath and was about to speak when he saw his father, Lu Gui, walking down the stairs with a wooden staff.

Lu Gui's arrival greatly relieved everyone's tension and fear. He was the one who built this sanctuary.

"..."

The old village chief looked a little tired. He leaned on his staff, looked at Li Ang, and said faintly, "Who exactly are you?"

Li Ang slapped his chest. "I am the leader of the Leading Group for Comprehensive Management of Scenic Areas and Surrounding Areas of the 5A-level New Tourism Project Development Zone of Shendongxi Tourist Scenic Area in Badong County, Hantong Province."

Lu Gui was dumbfounded, and after a long time, he managed to squeeze out a word, "What?"

Li Ang sighed at Lu Gui's pitiful memory. "Young man's momentum is like a wolf's, a burst of passion pats his chest, classic quotes I carry on my shoulders, you guys are less rampant in front of me. Who has the final say in Dusheng Village, giving you four big hemorrhoids, you are the Han Wang!"

This time, Lu Gui finally understood. He took a deep breath and said politely,

"Comrade Han Wang, we in Dusheng Village have never done anything harmful or immoral. You were trapped in the mountains, and we, being hospitable, provided free

food and lodging to entertain you.

If there is anything we in Dusheng Village have done wrong, you can make suggestions, and we can sit down and talk about it. There's no need for violence..."

"Bah!"

Li Ang interrupted Lu Gui's persuasion with righteous indignation, and said in a deep voice, "The higher-ups have issued a death order. Dusheng Village must be taken down.

You want me to let you go? Dream on!

Now, you immediately remove this barrier, or else, I guarantee, you won't have any good juice to drink, remember that.

In a while, when I see your crutch, I'm going to snatch it away and slap you in the face."

Li Ang's threat didn't seem to have any effect.

Lu Gui's withered hand rubbed the staff, his face gloomy and uncertain, and he said faintly, "You can try."

"Try? I will try."

Li Ang snorted, lit a *ranshaoping*, and smashed it against the villa's walls and roof.

The flammable liquid instantly burst into flames, and even the wind and rain could not extinguish it.

The many villagers inside, feeling the scorching heat of the raging flames, screamed in horror.

Lu Gui coughed and poked the ground with his staff.

A violent storm swept in, pouring down on the flames, instantly extinguishing the raging fire.

"Oh, you've got some tricks up your sleeve."

Li Ang looked at Lu Gui with some surprise, casually took out an IED (improvised explosive device) from his inventory, sized up the house, and went straight to the corner to start planting it.

A sense of unease welled up in Lu Gui's heart. "What are you doing?!"

"Blowing this place up."

Li Ang said calmly, "This house is a dangerous building. It's too unsafe for you to stay inside, so it's better to blow it up."

"You!"

Lu Gui's face was livid, and he shouted, "You're insane! Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the authorities? Do you think you can escape after harming us all?"

"Insane?"

Li Ang planted the explosives without looking up and shouted, "I'm afraid you guys are even more insane..."

He stood up straight, looked at the villagers motionlessly through the window that the monster had just smashed open, and said faintly, "The pigs in this village are too fat."

Pigs too fat.

This simple sentence caused the faces of Lu Gui and his two sons to change drastically. Many villagers also seemed to realize something, their faces as pale as paper, unable to say a word.

Li Ang calmly planted all the explosive devices, took a few steps back, ignored the villagers' pleas for mercy, and directly pressed the button.

Boom—

Flames soared into the sky. Even though the formation blocked most of the shockwave, protecting all the villagers, half of the entire villa still collapsed.

Lu Gui clearly felt that the tilting and collapsing of the house had caused the altar in the attic to tilt and shift.

The mana supply to the formation was intermittent. The invisible barrier surrounding the house was like a bad signal on an old television, flickering on and off until it finally disappeared completely.

"You madman!"

Lu Gui's eyes were bloodshot, his withered arms tightly gripping the wooden staff. He looked at Li Ang, who was walking into the house unhurriedly, and roared, "Dusheng Village has no grudge against you. Why do you have to kill us?!"