Chapter 341: The Hongmen Banquet—you have to go even if you don't want to!

Go, go, go, hurry up!

Four armed police dressed in white coats bound Lu Yang's hands and feet with zip ties, moved him onto a stretcher, and secured him tightly with straps.

At night, the rehabilitation hospital was quiet; the chubby nurse on duty dozed behind the desk, her head bobbing like a ping-pong ball.

The four armed police hurriedly carried Lu Yang out the door, tiptoeing as they passed the nurse station.

Looking furtive, for fear of waking the sleeping chubby girl, they then headed straight for the safety passage.

Mmm!

Lu Yang's mouth had been stuffed with a towel, his eyes wide open.

He tried to call for help, but couldn't make a sound; he struggled hard, but the straps were too tight, to no avail.

To avoid further suffering, he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Seeing Lu Yang finally stop struggling, the old armed police snorted coldly.

You're being sensible!

They had been ordered to stake out Lu Yang for a while now.

Because he had earned merit and was still injured, they had not dared to act.

They waited until his injury had mostly healed, so he could be discharged in a few days, ensuring there would be no problems.

Only then did they pick a dark, windy night when the guard shift changed and the on-duty nurse was dozing off to make their move.

From the small door of the safety passage, they quickly went to the parking lot, where one person hurried to open the minivan's trunk.

Together they shoved Lu Yang, stretcher and all, into the vehicle.

Mission accomplished, withdraw!

One second ago, the trunk door had just been shut.

The next second, the front passenger door was opened.

Lu Yang, barefoot, crawled out, glanced guiltily at them, then took off running.

The four armed police stood there stunned for a moment, then reacted sharply.

Damn, chase him!

He hasn't even recovered yet, how the hell is he running so fast?

Split up and block him, don't let him get away!

Lu Yang tipped his toes over the wall, sprinting down the main road in his hospital gown.

Adding his panicked look, strangers might have thought a patient had escaped from some mental hospital.

Fortunately, Lu Yang's injury had mostly healed; using his speed advantage, he quickly pulled away from the four old police, weaving through a dense residential area and a maze of alleys to shake them off.

After passing through the dense residential area lay a fitness convenience park, some distance from the hospital.

In the evening, elderly folks would come to dance in the square, but now it was quiet and the lighting was dim.

Lu Yang, barefoot and panting, arrived at the little park, constantly looking back every three steps.

After repeatedly confirming that the gang hadn't caught up, he finally relaxed.

Want to chase me? Try again in your next life!

My iron legs can run on water—this is no empty boast!

Even though he had no shoes, and had earlier stepped on something sticky—whether phlegm or chewing gum—

but as a motorized infantryman, he had high professional readiness and was prepared to instantly transform into a human motorbike.

Sometimes Lu Yang truly admired his own ingenuity, thanks to the nail clippers he kept in his pocket.

Before, it was precisely by quietly cutting the bandages with this that he escaped.

The park lights were dim, with no one around; Lu Yang wandered aimlessly inside.

He couldn't go back to the hospital, had no phone on him, worried about frightening passersby, and couldn't stroll the streets in this state.

So he could only find a bench to make do for the night, first dodging trouble.

Lu Yang had always been on guard against this day coming, after all, paper can't wrap fire.

As long as their intelligence officer wasn't a dummy, digging deep would expose all those matters.

But if Lu Yang returned to his unit, protected by high walls, he would be safe again.

Lu Yang didn't regret what he'd done; every cause has its effect.

Because of his intervention, events sped up—this is a good thing.

He rallied the martyr's widow to carry a plaque and kneel at the military region, bad guys were uprooted, defrauded funds were swiftly recovered in a short time, and countless broken families were saved.

Lu Yang isn't a saint, but he has the awareness of dedication and the lofty belief in serving the people.

If given another chance, he'd have that mother-daughter pair go first, make the Army kneel, then the Navy, finally visit the Air Force Command; since it's a critical hit, it'd be better than striking 9999 every time!

Lu Yang felt around, found a decent bench, and prepared to walk over and lie down.

Wait until tomorrow morning, then figure out how to contact the company commander to have him pick him up and return to the unit.

Whether recuperating or joining training, as long as he's in the unit, that gang won't dare mess with him.

Still, the gang's tattered combat boots left a deep impression on Lu Yang.

The rumor is true: they really just grind physical training, doing nothing else?

No, they have nothing; they're poor, left only with raw recruits—why bother with physical training?

Lu Yang walked to the bench, sat down, confirmed everything was safe, and prepared to lie down and rest.

At that time, the park lights went out one by one, the already dim convenience park becoming even more silent.

Soon after, Lu Yang heard a rustling sound, alertly opening his eyes and sitting up.

In the darkness, pairs of red-glowing eyes emerged from the surrounding bushes, artificial hill, streetlights, and signs.

In an instant, Lu Yang was surrounded by about ten glaring armed police, including the earlier four, one of whom still had tape on his shoe, making him easy to recognize.

Lu Yang was a bit flustered: "You, what do you want to do? I, I warn you, I am a first-class merit, you cannot act recklessly!"

The leading man, shouldering a 1.3, sneered: "How would we act recklessly? You are a hero, we are clumsy oafs, scrounging off you, stinking beggars."

Having finished the task, he brushed off his clothes and left; hiding his merits and fame, Platoon Leader Lu truly takes joy in helping others, finding happiness in it!

Lu Yang gulped, basically confirming that all the good deeds he had done were now known to the other party.

He didn't speak, but his eyes darted around, looking for an escape gap,

Yi Mao San said blandly: "Platoon Leader Lu, we mean no harm; the unit chief just wants to invite you for a cup of tea, to chat, to get to know you, this hero of the Army."

"So, will you get on the vehicle yourself, or shall we come and fetch you?"

Lu Yang: "Can I refuse?"

Yi Mao San shook his head: "The chief has issued an order; we must carry it out, but considering you are a wounded soldier, as long as you don't resist, we will definitely not use force."

Lu Yang knew, this Hongmen banquet he had to attend whether he went or not.

With a first-class merit to his name, the other side probably wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

"Alright, I'll go with you; where is the vehicle?"

"Over there, please."

"Okay."

Lu Yang had just taken two steps when he stopped, lowered his head, and looked at his bare, dirty feet.

"Could you give me a pair of shoes? They hurt my feet, it's uncomfortable."

"You still have the nerve to ask for shoes!?"

Lu Yang seemed to have triggered some keyword, instantly making the surrounding armed police furious and filled with righteous indignation.

"It's all because of you that we haven't changed our gear this year!"

"Every year, we just damn well hope for new shoes and new clothes, you've left us without love!"

"You've made us lose all face, and you still have the nerve to ask for shoes—I've never seen someone so shameless!"

Lu Yang rubbed his left foot against his right, standing there embarrassedly looking at Yi Mao San, as if saying he wouldn't walk without shoes.

Yi Mao San snorted, pointing at the guy whose feet were the smelliest, sorest, and had athlete's foot.

"Take off your shoes and give them to him to wear."

"Company Commander, is that okay?"

That soldier obviously didn't understand Yi Mao San's intention, but after being glared at, he still obediently complied.

Lu Yang also naturally walked over, preparing to take the shoes.

But just as the other person bent down to untie his shoelaces, Lu Yang placed his hands on the other's back and suddenly did a mountain-goat leap.

At first, everyone thought Lu Yang had a mental breakdown, that his brain definitely had something wrong.

Yet seeing Lu Yang after he landed, he shot forward like a cannonball, once again fleeing in a frantic run...