Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1306 - 1356: Seriously Injured

Li Yifei didn’t see anyone else along the way after that. The road had no forks anymore, and it wasn’t a good road—uneven and full of holes. It seemed the destination wasn’t far ahead.

Li Yifei’s guess proved correct. When he arrived in front of an old, run-down factory building, his phone rang again.

"Now get out of the car, enter the yard, and go into the room on the left. Inside, there’s a computer on a desk, and on its desktop, there’s a bank account number. Transfer the money to that account. Look up; the place is surrounded by cameras. If you try anything funny, we’ll know right away, and your son will die immediately." freewёbnoνel.com

"Where’s my son?" Li Yifei had already noticed the cameras upon entering, but what struck him the most was the chaotic way they were installed. Even an average security professional could tell there were countless blind spots. If he wanted to sneak in, it would be far too easy to evade those cameras.

"Once you’ve transferred the money, you’ll naturally see your son."

Li Yifei spoke resolutely, "No, I must see my son first, or I absolutely won’t transfer a single penny to you."

There was a moment of hesitation on the other end. "You’re really impatient, huh? You can’t even wait for a moment?"

"This isn’t about patience. If I don’t see my son, I won’t believe you actually have him."

"Fine, then let me show you. Your son is inside the factory. You can only crawl up to the doorway to take a look. We know Clan Leader Li’s skills are remarkable, but you’d best not break in; the consequences... hahaha."

Li Yifei walked straightforwardly toward the factory. The door was locked, but there was a small window on it. Through it, he could still see inside. By this time, dawn was breaking, and the interior lights were dim, creating an eerie glow. Faintly, he could make out a small hanging basket suspended from the factory’s gantry beam, though what was inside remained unclear.

"How can I know that’s really my son?" Li Yifei asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah, how could you know? To prove it... I can’t. If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome not to save him. Clan Leader Li, if you hope to see him up close now, that’s absolutely impossible."

"Fine. Let me ask you: what identifying features does my son have? You’ve taken him for so long, surely you wouldn’t be clueless about this?"

"Of course I know. The kid has a small birthmark under his arm. It’s barely noticeable unless inspected closely. Quite the hidden gem, considering how careful we’ve been while watching over him all this time. If not for that, it might’ve been overlooked entirely."

Li Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly. "Alright, I’ll transfer the money."

"Clan Leader Li truly is a decisive man. Go ahead."

Li Yifei stepped into the independent room on the left. On the desk, as expected, there was a laptop. Logging into his account, he transferred ten billion yuan to the designated account.

"Excellent, the money’s been received. Clan Leader Li, you may now go to pick up your son. Wishing you both safety and peace."

Li Yifei let out a cold snort. "Thanks for the kind words." He then walked briskly to the factory door and gently pushed it open.

"Clan Leader Li is truly cautious. We only want the money, not lives. Otherwise, your son would’ve been dead long ago."

"Really? Then you’ve already got the money—why are we still talking?"

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot to tell you: in ten seconds, the rope holding your son’s basket will snap. He’s about to fall and die. Hahaha!"

As the other party spoke, the basket began descending from mid-air. Furious, Li Yifei cursed, "Bastards!" He leaped toward the basket without hesitation.

In a farmhouse two hundred meters away, several people stared fixedly at the monitoring screen. When they saw Li Yifei lunging toward the basket, the group erupted into excited cheers. Moments later, the images on two monitors were suddenly engulfed by flames, and within seconds, the feed was lost.

"Oh yeah! We got him!" The group cheered jubilantly.

A man in his thirties sneered, "Golden Eagle? Clan Leader Li? What bullshit. We killed him so easily it’s laughable."

A woman in her fifties gnashed her teeth, saying, "Golden Eagle, I hope you’re not dead just yet."

"Why’s that?" The younger man asked in confusion. "Don’t you want to kill Golden Eagle?"

The older woman’s face twisted, her expression savage. "I want him to feel the pain of losing a son! If he dies now, he won’t know that agony."

"Heh... I see what you mean. But Golden Eagle is too powerful. If he doesn’t die, he’ll be a danger to us."

"I know that. I’m still going to see how many pieces he’s blown into. I want his corpse chopped to bits and fed to the dogs."

"Someone’s coming out of the factory!" shouted a man still watching the monitors.

The group turned to look at the screen and saw a bloodied person staggering out before collapsing to the ground, motionless.

"That’s Golden Eagle! He’s not dead yet!" the young man exclaimed in shock.

"But... it looks like he’s close. He must’ve suffered devastating injuries," a man in his sixties said gravely.

"Let’s go check on him," the older woman said excitedly. "I’ve got a few choice words I want to say to him, haha."

"Isn’t that too risky? Golden Eagle is extremely dangerous," someone cautioned.

"Risk what? Look at him—he’s practically fallen to pieces. With all the fighters here, what’s there to fear? Let me torment him properly. I want him to suffer even more before he dies."

The younger man hesitated briefly before agreeing. "Fine, let’s go take a look."

There were seven people in total, clearly led by the thirty-something man and the fifty-something woman. The rest were evidently their subordinates. Together, they headed toward the factory.

Soon, they arrived at the factory. By this time, the building was thoroughly destroyed by the explosion and ablaze, making it impossible to enter. But they hardly cared to go inside; instead, they quickly located Li Yifei.

Li Yifei lay facedown on the ground in the yard, his clothes heavily damaged and covered in blood, seemingly dead.

"Go take a look," the younger man ordered.

A burly man cautiously stepped forward, moving slowly and with utmost vigilance. Despite Li Yifei’s apparent condition, he dared not be careless—Golden Eagle’s reputation was well-earned. Even if Li Yifei was hanging on by a thread, he could still kill effortlessly.

Everyone held their breath, hearts pounding as they watched. The younger man tensed his legs, ready to flee at the first hint of danger.

The burly man finally approached Li Yifei. He lightly kicked him, then instinctively leapt backward as if struck by terror. The kick had clearly been made with reckless courage.

Yet Li Yifei didn’t move an inch. After a while, seeing no response, the burly man kicked harder. Still no movement.

This emboldened him slightly. He stepped forward again and flipped Li Yifei over. However, right then, Li Yifei coughed abruptly, sending the burly man bolting in a flash like a startled bird.

The rest, who had been standing far from Li Yifei, were equally spooked. They immediately turned tail and ran out of the yard without hesitation.

Such was the power of Li Yifei’s name—just a cough from him was enough to terrify them all into retreat.

It wasn’t long before they regrouped at the courtyard wall. There, they noticed Li Yifei still lying in the same spot, unmoving.

The group gathered together, and the younger man whispered, "I think we should forget this and leave. This is too dangerous."

The older woman raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous? He’s on the brink of death!"

The younger man’s face twitched nervously. "But... if he has even the slightest strength left, he could still easily kill us."

"Ha! If he could act, why didn’t he chase us just now? Clearly, he’s barely breathing!"

"You... what if you’re wrong?"

"Coward. If you’re too scared, I’ll go myself."

The younger man’s face twitched again before gritting his teeth. In a low voice, he led the group back toward Li Yifei.

Earlier, when the basket began to fall, Li Yifei sensed immense danger. But just as Su Mengxin had said, he couldn’t simply watch his son die. No matter what, he had to save him. However, at the moment his hand touched the basket, a massive shockwave erupted—it was rigged with explosives.

Before Li Yifei could extract his son from the basket, he was hurled away by the blast.

Previously, such an explosion would have surely killed him. But now, with his enhanced strength and innate vital energy, as soon as he touched the basket, he activated the protective flow of his True Qi throughout his body. It saved his life, allowing him to escape the inferno.

His injuries, however, were severe. He had no ability to resist in his current state. If the attackers made a move now, he would be powerless to stop them.

Little did they realize, those precious moments allowed Li Yifei’s innate vital energy to circulate rapidly within him, repairing his injuries little by little. Though not fully healed, he had regained enough mobility. But in order to ensure success, he remained motionless, waiting for them to approach—waiting for the chance to strike. The debt of killing his son would be repaid in blood!