Hu Feng swallowed hard.
He had initially thought the arrivals were from his side, his powerful backing.
Instead, they were people from Chen Fan's faction.
This spectacle…
A million "mud-horses" stampeded through his mind.
Who the hell was this formidable figure?
Within the confines of the capital, there were many affluent families, but how many could summon over a dozen helicopters directly?
Damn it, wasn't this graveyard completely unattended and uncared for? And they even had official approval!
Sweat beaded on his forehead.
His subordinates, too, swallowed in unison, their faces paling with fear.
On the other side, Chen Fan patted the man's shoulder.
This man was Qi Wu, slightly older than him, but always called him "Boss."
Qi Wu was one of his ten battle-hardened generals.
Unlike Qin Tianyou, Qi Wu hailed from humble origins, making him far more meticulous, thoughtful, stable, and mature than Qin Tianyou.
"Alright," Chen Fan said calmly, nodding. "Let's resolve the situation here first."
*Swish.*
All eyes of the Iron Blood soldiers turned towards Hu Feng.
Hu Feng's scalp tingled, feeling as if the back of his head might explode.
These soldiers, though lacking the immediate murderous aura of the Raptor Squad members, were veterans who had seen battle and served on the frontiers.
Under their intense gaze, the young master Hu felt immense pressure, as if his heart were about to be crushed.
"This man has designs on Old Liang's graveyard?"
Glancing back at the cemetery behind him, Qi Wu's usually calm face contorted with deep anger.
Chen Fan nodded slightly.
Hu Feng's forehead was slick with sweat.
Qi Wu let out a cold laugh and raised his hand, issuing an order: "Attention all personnel, not a single one is to be allowed to escape!"
"Yes!"
The synchronized response echoed towards the heavens.
Their movements were swift and orderly, immediately blocking the road.
Anyone attempting to flee was unceremoniously slammed to the ground.
Watching his group of ruffian subordinates, helpless as chicks, Hu Feng's legs turned to jelly. He repeatedly wiped the sweat from his brow. "I... I..."
Chen Fan stepped forward and said coldly, "You said that even if the King of Heaven descended, it wouldn't matter, and you were going to demolish this place, claiming these beautiful mountains and clear waters were too wasteful for these lonely souls?"
"I..."
Large drops of sweat trickled down Hu Feng's forehead.
" my comrades and brothers shouldn't have been buried here. They should have lived well, enjoying the respect of the entire society, making countless people bow in reverence when their merits were mentioned!"
"But for various reasons, they ended up buried here."
"While the green mountains are honored to hold the bones of loyal heroes, they also demand that scoundrels and traitors kneel and pay their dues. Otherwise, how would the world know who they were and what they had done?"
Hearing these plain words, Hu Feng shuddered.
"Bury him alive, lest he continues to claim these green mountains and clear waters are being wasted!"
These simple yet殺氣騰騰 words caused Hu Feng's composure to crumble. His legs gave out completely, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
"It... it has nothing to do with me. I was just following orders. Young Master Chu told me to do it. I was just working for him. The permits, the permits were handled by him, it has nothing to do with me!"
His numerous subordinates trembled. Seeing their once arrogant young master kneeling and begging, none found it amusing. Instead, they felt a sense of shared misfortune.
They had thought this was an unclaimed graveyard, where insignificant outsiders were buried.
Who would have thought even military helicopters would be dispatched?
The background of the person opposite was beyond their imagination.
Who knew what kind of people were actually buried in this graveyard, and with such immense backing, why were they buried here?
"Oh?"
Chen Fan looked at Hu Feng and said, "You're just a hired hand? I wouldn't have guessed, quite capable for your age!"
"My father... my father is Hu Baiqing, he has some influence in this area," Hu Feng said quickly. "But this was truly led by Young Master Chu. The permits he obtained covered two mountains in this vicinity, along with over thirty thousand mu of land nearby!"
"I didn't want to dig up anyone's grave; it's too wicked. But Young Master Chu was in a hurry. I was wrong, I'll never dare again. Please spare me, spare me!"
Hu Feng pleaded.
Chen Fan said indifferently, "That depends on whether the martyrs whose peace you disturbed will forgive you?"
Hu Feng was stunned.
As if divinely inspired, he struggled to his feet and said, "I will kowtow and apologize."
He staggered towards the graves.
First, he knelt before Old Liang's tomb and kowtowed three times with a thud.
Then, he shouted loudly, "I'm sorry for disturbing your peace. Please forgive me!"
A flicker of surprise appeared in Chen Fan's eyes. This young master Hu was quite perceptive.
"One person is not enough to show sincerity. Have all these people kneel."
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze and said chillingly.
Qi Wu immediately nodded and turned to issue his command: "Attention all personnel, make them kowtow to the heroes!"
Thus, the members of the Iron Blood Battalion swiftly moved, driving everyone towards the graves to kneel.
Some refused and were struck on the head with rifle butts, bleeding profusely, and were forced to submit.
After finishing his kowtows, Hu Feng subtly glanced at Chen Fan's side. Seeing no reaction, he looked on with bitterness and proceeded to kowtow and apologize to each grave.
Getting up, kneeling, and bowing down repeatedly, his body, weakened by alcohol and lust, was drenched in sweat.
Chen Xiaozhu watched this scene, her expression growing complex.
Only now did she understand why Luo Zhigang had been so devoted to this Chen Tianjiao.
For these tombs, he didn't hesitate to mobilize an elite squadron. It was evident he had not forgotten Zhigang and the others.
Perhaps his three-year absence had been due to his own difficulties?
Hu Feng, drenched in sweat, had knelt seventy-two times and kowtowed over two hundred times, his body utterly exhausted.
He approached Chen Fan and said, "All of this was truly Young Master Chu's idea. I was merely the executor. Young Master Chu wants to build a resort in Qingyan Town, and all the connections have been made!"
"Who gave him the permits?" Chen Fan asked in a deep voice.
Hu Feng quickly shook his head, his face a mask of misery. "I really don't know!"
"Call him and tell him to come over!"
As Chen Fan's words fell, a convoy of military vehicles sped into view, blocking the road.
From the military vehicles, more figures clad in army green leaped out.
There were no less than two hundred of them.
Seeing the even larger contingent arrive, Hu Feng was petrified.
"Make the call."
Chen Fan commanded indifferently.
Hu Feng fumbled for his phone, his hands trembling, and then looked expectantly at Chen Fan.
"Tell him the truth, tell him to come here!"
Hu Feng dialed the number.
Soon, the call was connected. He shrewdly put it on speakerphone.
"Chu... Young Master Chu."
Hu Feng's voice trembled.
"Hu Feng, come to the Golden Parrot Clubhouse, VIP suite."
"Young Master Chu, I, I'm having some trouble here... that..."
Hu Feng struggled to find the words, his voice stuttering.
The Young Master Chu on the other end grew impatient. "I'm entertaining friends here. We'll discuss whatever it is when you get here. *Beep*..."
He actually hung up the phone.
Hu Feng was on the verge of tears.
"Take him with you. To the Golden Parrot."
Chen Fan, too lazy to spare Hu Feng another glance, gave the order and began walking down the mountain.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned, and walked back to Chen Xiaozhu's side.
Chen Xiaozhu now appeared nervous and apprehensive.
Earlier, she had also berated Chen Fan quite harshly.
"Are you coming with me?" Chen Fan said. "I'll give you an explanation, and I'll give Zhigang, Old Liang, Old Yue, and all the others an explanation."