125: When the police arrived, the soldiers saluted.

"This young man is too fierce, isn't he?"

"Exactly. He single-handedly defeated over a hundred people. The opponents had no power to fight back."

"Do you think this young man is from the military? Otherwise, how could he be so strong?"

"I think it's possible. The three elders seemed to have contacted their comrades. This young man should be a soldier who arrived early."

The villagers of Changsheng Village looked at the young man standing before them, as if a War God possessed him, blocking all dangers, and began to discuss.

"Are you all alright?"

Jiang Chuan, having dealt with all the gang members, glanced at the Fat Middle-aged Man, and quickly went to the three elders, asking with concern.

"We're fine. This old man can still hold on. Young man, thank you."

"You must be from the military, right?"

The three elders had already been helped up by the villagers. Although a lot of blood had flowed, making them look gruesome, their injuries were not very serious because the three elders' physical fitness was indeed very good.

"I am not from the military. I came here because a Little Brother called me for help."

Jiang Chuan explained his identity with a smile; he was not a soldier from the military.

"Brother Jiang."

Someone behind Changsheng Village shouted excitedly, and Steel Gun King walked out from the crowd.

"Little Steel."

Jiang Chuan also smiled and greeted him.

"Gouwa, is this the friend you said could help us?"

"Gouwa, your friend is indeed very strong."

After Jiang Chuan and Steel Gun King greeted each other, the villagers understood that Jiang Chuan was the external aid Steel Gun King had invited.

"Gouwa?!"

Jiang Chuan chuckled as he heard Steel Gun King's nickname and sized him up.

Steel Gun King also noticed Jiang Chuan's gaze, his old face flushed, and he wanted to explain but was powerless.

"You damn guy, do you know who I am!"

The Fat Middle-aged Man watched Jiang Chuan ruin his plan, and angrily glared at Jiang Chuan, scolding him.

"If you didn't speak, I would have forgotten about you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan coldly looked at him, walking step by step towards the Fat Middle-aged Man.

"What do you want to do?"

The Fat Middle-aged Man felt the murderous aura emanating from Jiang Chuan, retreated in fear, accidentally fell to the ground, and asked in terror.

Bang.

Jiang Chuan didn't speak. The Fat Middle-aged Man endured Jiang Chuan's wrath, punches raining down on his body.

Jiang Chuan naturally held back his strength, otherwise, in his anger, he might have beaten the opponent to death.

Wah wah wah!

Jiang Chuan brutally beat up the Fat Middle-aged Man. The surrounding villagers cheered happily. Suddenly, everyone heard police sirens.

"You damn fools, you're dead. I'll make sure you wish you were dead!"

The Fat Middle-aged Man heard the sirens, spat out a mouthful of foul blood, and said venomously.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Chuan heard this, looked at the Fat Middle-aged Man, and said nothing.

"Did you call the police?"

"Yes, I called the police at the very beginning, but I didn't expect them to be so slow."

The villagers also answered immediately.

"Everyone, hands on your head and squat down."

There were dozens of police officers, all fully armed, and their cold voices reached everyone's ears.

"What's going on?"

"Why are these police telling us to squat down?"

"Could these police also be people called by this dead fatty?"

The villagers' faces turned ugly when they heard this.

They hadn't expected the Official Authorities to send people to help this fatty.

"Comrades, have you made a mistake?"

One of the three elders stepped out. He was covered in medals, and his forehead was stained with blood.

"This is...?"

The arriving police officers were instantly shocked when they saw the medals on the elder's chest.

They had undergone strict screening to become police officers, so they naturally understood what these honors represented.

"Captain, do we really have to arrest this elder and the people behind him?"

"Captain, the medals on this elder represent that he is a meritorious servant of our country!"

"Captain, this order is wrong; we will not continue to execute it."

The arriving police officers looked at all the medals on the elder's chest and roughly understood the situation. They couldn't bring themselves to arrest a national hero, an old veteran of the war of resistance.

The elders naturally heard the words of these police officers, and their disappointed eyes gained something more.

This world was, after all, still what they had expected it to be in the past.

"You damn guy, immediately arrest them for me, or I'll make all of you strip off your clothes."

The Fat Middle-aged Man struggled to get up, his eyes venomous and full of hatred as he looked at Jiang Chuan, growling.

"Who are you, and what right do you have to command us?"

A young police officer heard the Fat Middle-aged Man's words and coldly scolded him.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to? Do you believe I can make a call right now and have you lose your job immediately?"

The Fat Middle-aged Man was furious that a mere police officer dared to speak to him like that, and he angrily wanted to strike directly.

Slap.

The young police officer slapped away the Fat Middle-aged Man's outstretched arm and immediately used a standard grappling technique to control him.

"Ah!"

The Fat Middle-aged Man had already been beaten up, and the young police officer's action aggravated his wound, causing him to scream in pain.

Before one wave settled, another rose. Just as the young police officer was grappling the Fat Middle-aged Man, military vehicles arrived one after another.

"What's going on? Why are military vehicles here too?"

"I don't know either. We just received a mission to suppress rioting villagers."

The police officers looked at the arriving military vehicles, utterly bewildered, and began to discuss in private.

"Everyone, get out of the car."

A loud voice reached everyone's ears, and then hundreds of fully armed soldiers were seen dismounting from the vehicles.

After all the soldiers dismounted, the leader was a very young soldier. From his rank, it could be seen that he was a Battalion Commander.

"Sir, save me! These rioting villagers and the Official Authorities are conspiring to kill me."

The grappled Fat Middle-aged Man instantly became joyful upon seeing a group of soldiers arrive. He hadn't sought military connections, but now that the military had arrived, he assumed they were there to help him, so he immediately asked for assistance.

The Battalion Commander ignored the Fat Middle-aged Man's plea and solemnly approached the elder.

"Iron Fist Regiment, Steel Gun Battalion Commander, Jiang Huaiying reporting to the Old Squad Leader!"

Jiang Huaiying brought his soldiers to the elder and loudly spoke to the elder before him.

"Iron Fist Regiment, Steel Gun Battalion Political Instructor, Sun Jun reporting to the Old Squad Leader."

"Iron Fist Regiment..."

At this moment, the soldiers led by Jiang Huaiying saluted the elders, expressing their highest respect!