Chapter 477: Walked In and Saw Chang Wei Beating Lai Fu

"So it really is that guy!"

Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao also recognized the people opposite them, and were instantly shocked.

But right after, they figured out what was going on.

The contest was merely a ruse; the purpose was to stage this scene.

"Gao, truly impressive!"

Ma Qing'an gave a thumbs‑up: "Lu Yang knew that reasoning with the Night Tiger crew wouldn't work; even if they won, they might not comply. He set up this whole scheme in advance—truly a masterstroke!"

Gao Feng, full of admiration, said: "Unpredictable—he's getting more and more unpredictable! Lu Yang's move is definitely in the stratosphere; I never expected the final killing move to be right here."

Pan Yuan: "I thought it required the brigade leadership to step in and negotiate to resolve it; I didn't expect him to shoulder the whole thing alone and solve it effortlessly."

He Zhen Tao said calmly: "When I first enlisted, I could tell this soldier wasn't a pond fish; at the first sign of change, he's a dragon!"

At the same time, Zhang Jiaheng, now back in his Military Police uniform, clutched Lu Yang's hand with anguish.

"What on earth happened?"

"Comrade Military Police, this is our camp, but these guys have seized it; we tried to reason with them, and they started beating people!"

Lu Yang turned, blinked, and Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao, the two drama kings, began clutching their arms and waists, showing pained expressions.

The others quickly, albeit belatedly, sat on the ground; some, being overly theatrical, simply rolled around on the floor.

The sudden scene left Huang Honghui and the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion soldiers completely stunned.

Damn!

This is pure frame‑up, huh?

Kang Changyi, who always has a big role, rushed to Zhang Jiaheng, the Military Police, in front of him.

He opened his mouth, about to shout that all thirteen members of the Qi family were dead, paused, and quickly changed his words.

"We tried to reason with them, they wouldn't listen, and then they started violently driving us away."

"Handsome, dashing Military Police comrade, you must uphold justice for us and secure a fair outcome."

Zhang Jiaheng looked at Kang Changyi's antics, and a smile tugged at his mouth.

He could only pretend, picking up the camera and clicking click click, taking a few more photos.

Beside him, the companion was just a private, evidently newly assigned to the Military Police, a rookie sidekick, scribbling swish swish swish onto his notebook.

Huang Honghui, fearing a misunderstanding that could cause trouble for the unit, hurried up to explain: "Comrades Military Police, don't listen to their nonsense; we didn't strike anyone, we were just engaging in a simple contest."

Zhang Jiaheng lifted his chin slightly, looking down from above: "A spar? A spar, and you're using weapons, even breaking a staff—this is called a spar?"

"This, this…"

"I walked in and saw you chasing Captain Lai Fu with a staff—no, I mean chasing this captain!"

Zhang Jiaheng raised his voice sharply, his anger flaring: "The troops forbid any form of private fighting. Moreover, what you did isn't private fighting at all, it's bullying—extremely malicious and serious! The evidence is in the camera; denial won't help!"

Huang Honghui shook his head wildly, not daring to wear such a big hat: "It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding; we booked this venue first, they came later. Isn't this just a disagreement during negotiations, prompting us to look for a solution?"

"Give us some face; we're the Second Brigade Sea Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion. Our Battalion Commander has dined with your team leader."

"Sea Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion?"

Zhang Jiaheng had indeed heard of that unit; it's quite famous.

The more renowned the unit, the greater the credit, and the more it helps him secure a foothold in the Navy Military Police.

He realized this was a precious opportunity Lu Yang specially gave him, even calling him over with a "newcomer package"; Zhang Jiaheng felt deep gratitude.

A leader who lifts you up and goes out of his way to deliver results—where else can you find such a person? One would have to devote a lifetime to protect them.

Zhang Jiaheng slapped the brim of Huang Honghui's hat and scolded sharply: "Sea Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion, so impressive? Trying to curry favor with me here? I stand upright and won't swallow your tricks."

Huang Honghui was fuming: "You…!"

Zhang Jiaheng slapped his hat brim again: "What 'you'? Occupying someone's camp—does that make sense? Striking people—does that make sense?"

He stepped over them, pointing at the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion members, and shouted: "None of you may leave; everyone must stay for registration!"

He looked at the private Military Police beside him: "Call the unit, report to the Garrison Command; the issue is severe, the nature extremely malicious, we must have the tri‑service Military Police handle it!"

"Yes!"

The private Military Police ran back to the vehicle to fetch the phone.

Huang Honghui's complexion turned as ugly as if he'd swallowed a dead fly.

He never imagined the situation would deteriorate to this point.

If they actually summon those silver‑hat officers from the Garrison Command, the problem would become serious.

Perhaps the entire Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion would be reported and criticized; no awards or selections left.

Even though Huang Honghui explained at length, it was no help; yellow mud in the crotch is still dung, and even jumping into the Yellow River won't wash it away!

By now he can't deny he's been duped; the whole dispute stemmed from camp ownership, so the only way to defuse it is to slip away quickly.

Huang Honghui turned and gave his soldiers a signal.

Then the Night Tiger crew sprinted toward the Shushe lou, packing their luggage to make a run.

Fearing being chased, they even abandoned the transport vehicle in the camp and, without using the main gate, simply scaled the wall to leave.

Perched on the wall top, the sting made Huang Honghui's face flush red, his features twisted, and he shouted at Lu Yang from afar: "You little brat, this isn't over; you wait for me!"

"If we meet again in drills and I don't beat the crap out of you, I'll damn well make you my surname!"

Ugh~~~~

A burst of mocking laughter answered him.

Ma Qing'an and a few others approached Zhang Jiaheng, eyeing him up and down: "Good fellow, finally you've gotten what you wanted."

Zhang Jiaheng adjusted his steel helmet, chuckling: "Indeed."

He Zhen Tao: "You're still quite imposing; how did you know there was trouble here?"

Zhang Jiaheng: "Brother Lu called me, said he'd deliver me some results, so I rushed over."

What is called "preparing for rain before it falls"? This is exactly that!

Lay out in advance, plan ahead, even the competition items were considered in advance!

Ding Tengfei and the others all know that Lu Yang can use hard Qi Gong; that final stick looked intimidating, but in reality it was just like scratching an itch!

Kang Changyi, with a flattering face, said: "Brother Lu, my admiration for you is like the surging river......"

Lu Yang pushed his face away and said: "Go over there!"

Kong Long was a bit displeased: "Letting them go like that is too cheap for them!"

"Otherwise?" Lu Yang: "All paperwork is complete, no procedural flaws; as long as we can drive them away, that's enough. Our goal is simply to reclaim our own territory; as the saying goes, 'show mercy where you can.'"

The others fell silent; earlier when you jabbed them with a stick, you weren't soft at all.

"Lu Yang is right; take it while it's good, that's enough."

"No need to make it too hostile; there might be future communication."

"Anyway, in the first clash we achieved a complete victory, even made the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion scurry away in disgrace; that's definitely something to celebrate!"

"I propose we have a collective cleanup and see which squad cleans the neatest, tidies up best?"

"Alright!"

The soldiers were enthusiastic; the recent small victory had everyone excited.

It was a small step for them in the Marine Corps, but a giant leap forward.

"Brother Lu, if there's nothing else, may I head back?"

"Hmm, I'm asking you to make a trip."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Zhang Jiaheng chuckled, lowering his voice: "If something like this happens again, call me; the first day in uniform, I can have the Military Police make the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion lose its temper, that feeling is just awesome!"

"After we return, the commander will surely commend me, maybe even make me a benchmark!"

Lu Yang smiled: "Do a good job, aim to swap for a silver hat soon; don't forget what I told you before— the harsher the Military Police act, the higher the promotion."

Zhang Jiaheng nodded vigorously, returned to the vehicle, where a comrade waited in the driver's seat.

"Did you make the call?"

"No, you just winked at me, and I knew it was to scare them."

"Hmm, clever."

"But I don't understand, we captured that major's aggressive footage; logically, handing out a punishment should be easy?"

Zhang Jiaheng explained: "The world isn't just about fighting; sometimes you have to consider human relations. Take a firm hand then ease off, make them fear you, and they'll be more careful later. Punishment isn't the goal; correcting behavior is."

"Some elite troops, relying on seniority and many battle honors, look down on comrades from other units; that arrogance must be crushed."

The private Military Police, eyes full of admiration, said: "Brother, you're amazing; from now on I'll follow you on duty patrols!"

Zhang Jiaheng felt a pang of sadness: All this is Brother's, step by step, the lessons learned!

The vehicle started and slowly drove away; behind a nearby wall, Xiong Yao was calling Zheng Chengfeng.

"How's it going, is the matter resolved?"

"It's resolved, but not by me—by Lu Yang."

"Him?"

On the other end, Zheng Chengfeng sounded very surprised.

He had already learned that the other side was from the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion.

This elite sea‑land unit always holds its nose in the air; it's not easy to deal with.

If Lu Yang could persuade them to leave, why was he so skeptical?

Xiong Yao gave a brief account, leaving Zheng Chengfeng on the other side with a shocked face.

"That kid even managed to bring the Military Police in; he'd already calculated that the talks wouldn't converge?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it; he actually plotted to this extent—truly breathtaking!"

"Wow, incredible; even a top unit like the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion got humiliated and fled in disgrace. Looks like the commander really chose the right person."

"Hey, this counts as taking a grudge against the Night Tiger people."

Xiong Yao voiced his concerns.

Lu Yang and his group were still outmatched.

In numbers, equipment, and capability they were wholly inferior; at best they were a mid‑to‑low‑tier team.

Having offended such a strong, veteran elite squad, in future exercises they'll surely be targeted to death.

Zheng Chengfeng was unfazed: "That's fine; I was just wondering how we'll assess the results in three months."

"You're not thinking of using them as a mock enemy, are you?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Xiong Yao was shocked: "Are you crazy? That's a veteran strong team; at least pick a soft target. Going straight for iron—aren't you afraid of smashing your head?"

Zheng Chengfeng shook his head: "Only by defeating a veteran strong team and quickly spreading our reputation can we prove that the rapid‑response unit concept is correct; despite the opponent's strength, I believe Lu Yang's group isn't to be taken lightly."

"Risk and opportunity go hand in hand; to see immediate results you have to throw in the heavy stuff. I'm increasingly looking forward to how they'll perform next!"