426: Chapter 426 A Commoner

Wang Jing said that the elegant, sword-carrying middle-aged man who had visited the perimeter of the villa last time had come again the night before last.

Han Jingyang's temper flared up instantly.

"What the hell?"

"They don't even live here, yet they keep coming to peek."

"What the hell is there to peek at?"

"Are they really not going to leave me any personal space at all?"

But besides being angry, there was nothing he could do.

Unfortunately, Wang Jing said the man was very strong, with an overwhelming sense of oppression that left her without even the courage to take a photo; hiding in the flower shears, she felt like she could be killed at any moment.

This was very frustrating.

He didn't know if the person was a friend or foe, and there was no clear image information. The opponent was so strong, yet didn't intrude or attack, just wandered around the perimeter.

"What should I do?"

"Stay at home every day and wait for the person to show up?"

"Or just leave it alone?"

"Try divination?"

Han Jingyang rummaged through his numerous items; he certainly had quite a few divination tools, but the highest-ranked one was only Grade 5, which might not yield a result.

His items were strong, but not necessarily invincible. Previously, several skills had failed against Tian Chunming, and later, his Tracking skills had also failed against Huang Jianshe. What did this mean?

Although his items were strong, they had a limit.

The stronger the target's strength, the easier it was for his item attributes and skills to fail.

Divination tools were no exception.

The person Wang Jing mentioned was exceptionally strong; the probability of divination failure was high.

Since that was the case, he might as well save the skill.

Although he had many items, he couldn't waste them recklessly; using them to show off, look cool, or make girls happy was better than throwing them down the drain.

Since there was no good way to deal with it for now, he could only pretend not to know anything, even if it was a bit stifling.

Anyway, the other party hadn't shown any obvious hostility yet.

"Sleep!"

Forget about it.

Han Jingyang wrapped his arms around Shi Xiaoya and rushed into the bathroom, where they enjoyed a lovely bath together in the huge tub.

After washing up comfortably, he held Shi Xiaoya's exquisite, suet-jade-like body and sighed contentedly: "This is the life."

"But I think you quite like fighting and killing."

"If not for being forced into a corner, who would want to fight and kill? I was forced, it was all forced."

"Give me a break. Although it was others who provoked you first, your counterattacks were too swift and fierce. In others' words, your stress response is too intense. Now that I think about it, the number of people you've killed in these few short months might be more than He Dingkun or even Zhang Dahai have killed in their entire lives."

Han Jingyang was very calm: "But they bullied the weak, harmed the common people, and sucked the lifeblood of the masses; they never treated ordinary people as human beings. I, on the other hand, am the exact opposite. I stand on the side of the billions of common people. I only have a few family members, and my property is limited; I can't afford to have anyone coveting them. Whoever covets my few loved ones and my meager assets, I will risk my life to fight them. I believe the vast majority of common people have the same thought, but they lack the ability to fight back. When they encounter people like He Dingkun and Zhang Dahai, no matter how angry they are, it's useless. I am different; I have the ability to fight back. Understand?"

Shi Xiaoya nodded thoughtfully.

Han Jingyang patted Shi Xiaoya's back, shifted his waist, and slowly exhaled: "So, standpoint determines everything, not wealth, knowledge, or social status. Some people are in high positions with vast knowledge yet still stand on the side of the common people. Others are just commoners themselves yet constantly think on behalf of capitalists; their words and actions are naturally completely different. I am the same. Don't look at how I have everything now—wealth, beauty, fame, strength, and social status—but in essence, I am still an ordinary person. I have always been just a small commoner with a bit of money, and my way of speaking and acting is still that of a commoner. Understand?"

Shi Xiaoya realized: "A lack of security."

"You could say that. The risk-resistance ability of commoners is too weak. In this world, there are crises everywhere; they must be extremely careful at all times and use all their strength to fight when encountering danger just to survive with difficulty," Han Jingyang sighed: "That's why I never thought about showing mercy to people like He Dingkun and Zhang Dahai, because I'm worried that my mercy would be exchanged for their even more ferocious counterattacks."

"That's true, too," Shi Xiaoya also lifted her swan-like neck and sighed at length: "Based on my understanding of He Dingkun, if you don't kill him, he will definitely attack you with the most ferocious means. He won't test you by slowly escalating; he will go all out to take you down immediately, like a tiger in the jungle—it doesn't move easily, but once it does, it aims for a kill to avoid the unnecessary consumption caused by a long chase."

"So, He Dingkun and I have two different ways of thinking, but our ways of solving problems are the same, right? It doesn't matter who is right or wrong; it's all about strength."

Two ways of thinking.

One is extremely aggressive; if they set their sights on something, they must get it, by any means necessary.

The other is extremely defensive; if anyone dares to covet their things, they will also fight back by any means necessary until the danger is completely eliminated.

The former is often dominated by desire.

While the latter is dominated by an extreme lack of security.

Han Jingyang was the latter before, and he will be in the future.

He will never become the former, but his ability to protect himself will become stronger and stronger.

The next day, he woke up.

After freshening up.

Han Jingyang drove Liu Jing and Yang Jinyuan back to the village.

The road was clear and unobstructed. Along the way, he could see tractors chugging back and forth, transporting building materials like bricks, sand, gravel, cement, and steel bars; these were all being delivered to his home, because they were the only family in the village preparing to build a house.

When they arrived home, his place was bustling with activity. Two trucks were parked at the entrance—one box truck and one flatbed—which belonged to the villagers.

Furthermore, men, women, and children from the village were gathered at the entrance as if it were a festival, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, chatting and laughing while helping out.

Their family's connections in the village were decent, but not to this extent.

To put it bluntly, it was because their family had become well-off now.

They were about to build a new house.

They were about to live in a big villa.

Their son was a master who could sign and calculate.

Even Li Laowu, whom everyone in the surrounding ten miles feared, had to give face to the old Han family's son.

Since such a capable person had emerged in the village, how could the villagers just sit idle?

Even if they couldn't curry favor, getting on familiar terms was good, so they wouldn't be embarrassed to ask for help later.

Therefore, just because the Han family was moving, almost every villager who was free at home had come.

Seeing Han Jingyang return, they greeted him from afar, smiling so enthusiastically and brightly; if it weren't for the village chief Han Jiansheng scolding them, they would have surrounded Han Jingyang long ago.

Han Jingyang handed a cigarette to Han Jiansheng and lit it with a lighter, then strolled over to the other villagers, handing out cigarettes and chatting. He was all smiles, without any airs, calling everyone "uncle," "elder," "brother," "aunt," or "sister-in-law" so sweetly.

Just as he was chatting, a Volkswagen drove over and stopped in the distance. Someone got out and scrambled over to him, then dropped to their knees with a "thud" and kowtowed vigorously.