Chapter 1398
One slap destroys an SUV!
Don't listen to him!
He's talking nonsense!
"The people of Xuejia Village cannot be bullied like this!"
"Stop them! We can't let them take the Party Secretary away!"
Seeing that things were not going well, Xue Jingshan's core confidants immediately started shouting at the top of their lungs, trying to incite emotions again.
They knew that once Xue Jingshan was taken away, their good days would be over.
Sure enough, some villagers who were closely related by blood or had deep-rooted interests were incited again, their faces regaining their fierceness, and the crowd began to surge forward once more.
Luo Fei's eyes sharpened, knowing that he had to resort to his final measures to completely crush any remaining hope and arrogance in their hearts.
"Stubborn to the end!"
His roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly drowned out all the noise.
This roar seemed to contain some strange power, making the villagers in the front row feel numb in their eardrums and their minds tremble, causing them to involuntarily stop in their tracks.
Immediately afterwards, to everyone's astonishment, Luo Fei strode to the roadside—where a black SUV, driven by villagers who had come to block the road, was parked. The vehicle was heavy and looked quite sturdy.
Luo Fei stopped in front of the car, turned to face the crowd, and slowly raised his right hand.
His gaze swept over the villagers, whose faces still held resentment and ferocity, and his voice was as cold as iron.
"This is my final warning. National security agencies are performing their duties; their authority is sacred and inviolable! Anyone who dares to take another step forward will be met with violent obstruction—"
His right hand slowly closed, forming a palm shape that seemed unremarkable yet subtly emitted a strange force field fluctuation.
"Their fate will be just like this carriage!"
Before he finished speaking, Luo Fei's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He lowered his waist and his right palm suddenly struck forward with a speed that, while not particularly fast, contained a terrifying rhythm!
Before the palm even arrived, a fierce and unparalleled gust of wind had already reached the scene, blowing the dust from the front of the car backward.
"BOOM!!!!!"
A deafening bang, hardly the sound of a bare hand striking metal, but more like a heavy bomb exploding in a confined space! A dull, heavy, and destructive force!
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, an unforgettable scene unfolded.
Luo Fei's right palm landed firmly in the center of the SUV's thick, sturdy hood.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
next moment--
Centered on the point where Luo Fei's palm struck, the sturdy hood steel plate twisted and collapsed instantly, like a biscuit struck by an invisible giant hammer! It wasn't just an ordinary dent; it created a terrifying palm print crater tens of centimeters deep with twisted and rolled edges! The steel plate around the crater undulated and tore violently like waves!
This is not finished!
The terrifying force did not stop at the hood, but was transmitted wildly through the frame to the entire body!
"Creak—crack—Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of teeth-grinding metallic twisting, cracking, and popping sounds erupted one after another!
The entire SUV suddenly sank downwards, and a clear cracking sound came from the chassis! All four tires, which had been fully in place, burst simultaneously, as if explosives had been implanted inside them! Rubber fragments flew everywhere! The heavy rims deformed and twisted instantly under the immense impact!
At the same time, all the car windows—the windshield, side windows, and rear window—whether tinted or not, were instantly covered with a dense network of cracks, like a spider web! Then…
With a "crash," it shattered completely, turning into countless tiny shards of glass that poured down, reflecting a dazzling array of light in the sunlight!
Just one palm strike!
After striking with his palm, Luo Fei withdrew his hand, took a step back, and his breathing became steady, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
Before him lay the once intact, massive black SUV, now a twisted, deformed pile of scrap metal, its glass shattered and limp on the ground! The front of the vehicle was almost completely collapsed, the body was severely twisted, and the four wheels were bent and burst, completely losing any semblance of a vehicle.
silence.
A deathly silence.
The wind blew across the village road, stirring up a few fallen leaves and dust, making a soft rustling sound.
There were no other voices.
Hundreds of villagers, including Xue Jingshan's confidants, Gao Linfeng and his criminal police officers, and even the experienced Ghost Team members, were all frozen in place as if they had been petrified.
They stared wide-eyed at the pile of SUVs that had instantly turned into scrap metal, then slowly shifted their gaze to the young bureau chief who had withdrawn his hand and was now calm.
Every face was filled with extreme horror, terror, disbelief, and a deep-seated awe.
Is this...is this even human?
A body of flesh and blood, the power of a single palm strike—how could it have such power?!
All hostility, all wishful thinking, all arrogance vanished completely under this palm strike. In its place was a fear of absolute power, born from the instinct of life, and utter submission to the one who wielded this power.
The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Only heavy, suppressed breathing could be heard.
The villagers' breathing seemed to stop at that moment.
The twisted and deformed steel ruins before us reflected a cold and dazzling light under the sun, like a silent yet deafening thunderbolt, striking everyone's perception and courage.
That wasn't special effects, it wasn't magic; it was a scene of destruction that happened right before my eyes, created by a single palm strike.
Several villagers who were originally close to the SUV instinctively took several steps back, as if the pile of scrap metal would burn them, or that the seemingly thin young man would slap them a second time.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt tires, dust, and an invisible aura of "fear."
Even Gao Linfeng and his veteran detectives, who were used to seeing bloody and violent scenes, felt their throats go dry, looked at each other in disbelief, and their eyes were filled with indescribable shock.
They had seen guns, knives, and all sorts of brutal tools of crime, but had they ever seen flesh and blood unleash such inhuman destructive power? This was completely beyond their conventional understanding of "force."
A thought involuntarily flashed through Gao Linfeng's mind.
If that palm strike were to hit someone… He shuddered and dared not think any further.
He finally understood why the higher-ups valued this young Director Luo so much, and why he led such a unique team.
These are no ordinary investigators!
The young men of Xuejia Village, who had previously surrounded the police car with a menacing air, now seemed to have had their souls collectively ripped out.
The hoes, shovels, and sticks in their hands were no longer weapons to be wielded, but rather burning burdens. Holding them was awkward, but putting them down felt shameful. They stood frozen in place, their eyes darting away, not daring to meet Luo Fei's calm yet extremely oppressive gaze.
The SUV, now reduced to scrap metal, stood like a silent monument in the middle of the village road, making a silent declaration.
Any force that dares to stand in the way will meet the same fate.
Just then, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a leather jacket, stumbled out of the crowd. His face was deathly pale. He ran to the pile of scrap metal, circled it twice, looked at his unrecognizable car, his lips trembling, and finally cried out in a sob.
"My...my car! My brand new car! I haven't even finished paying off the down payment yet!"
The shouts, filled with genuine heartache and regret, seemed particularly abrupt in the deathly silence of the scene, yet they also instantly diluted the heavy atmosphere of fear, adding a touch of absurd humor.
Luo Fei turned his gaze to him, his face showing no remorse or embarrassment, and instead simply nodded.
"Your car? Do you have the model, purchase price, and receipts?"
The man was taken aback, not expecting Luo Fei to ask such a question, and answered subconsciously.
"There are...there are contracts and invoices in the car...and now they're probably..."
He glanced at the completely deformed driver's cab, and felt like crying.
"Heavenly secrets".
Luo Fei called out without turning his head.
Tianji, who had been standing to his side and behind, wearing glasses and with a calm and scholarly demeanor, immediately stepped forward.
"Boss."
"Note down his identity and vehicle information. After verification, compensate him in full at market price, through special funding channels, and process it as soon as possible."
Luo Fei gave the order, his tone as calm as if he were handling a routine official expense.
"Yes."
Tianji agreed and walked over to the still-dazed car owner, beginning to inquire about the details.
Luo Fei then turned his gaze back to the dense crowd, raising his voice once more so that it clearly reached every corner.
"You all saw it! Obstructing national security agencies from performing important official duties will have consequences! That slap just now was punishment for this vehicle's obstruction of law enforcement! It was also the final warning!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces filled with fear, confusion, and lingering dread, his tone resolute.
"Now, I'll say it one last time."
Put down all that clutter in your hands and disperse immediately! Those who need to go home, go home; those who need to work, go to work! Xue Jingshan and Xue Shihao are suspected of serious crimes, which are intolerable under the law! You can't protect them by relying on clan ties or brute force! Anyone who dares to take another step forward or make any further obstruction—”
His gaze swept over the pile of scrap metal, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Next time, it won't be the other car."
These words were more effective than any lengthy discourse. The destruction of property was already so terrifying; if that force were applied to people… no one dared to imagine the scene. The instinct for survival completely overwhelmed blind enthusiasm and so-called "loyalty." Someone threw a shovel to the ground with a clang, and then, like a chain reaction, a cacophony of clanging sounds followed as hoes, sticks, and steel pipes were discarded. The crowd began to shift, shrinking back; many lowered their heads, afraid to look at the center of the field, much less at Luo Fei.
Having completely subdued the situation, Luo Fei didn't waste any more time and turned to look at Xue Jingshan, who was firmly controlled by Teacher Huang and Xiao Qi. At this moment, although Xue Jingshan was being supported and hadn't fallen, his face was ashen and his eyes were unfocused. The inhuman strength that Luo Fei had just displayed and the scene of Fan Chuncheng being subdued like a dead dog had already shaken his psychological defenses to the breaking point.
However, the ruthless spirit he had cultivated over decades of trials and tribulations made him unwilling to give up even in dire straits.
He saw Luo Fei turn around, took a deep breath, straightened his back slightly, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Director Luo... wait a minute!"
Luo Fei paused, looking at him coldly.
"Secretary Xue, is there anything else you would like to instruct? Or rather, which other 'leader' would you like to call?"
Xue Jingshan's throat bobbed, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes—the look of a gambler betting their last chip before losing everything.
"I...I need to make a phone call."
Just one.
He stared intently at Luo Fei.
"After you make this call, then you can decide whether or not you want to take me away."
Luo Fei narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. At this point, for Xue Jingshan to still dare to make a phone call, the other party must be someone of considerable influence, likely his last and greatest trump card. Who could it be? Someone from the provincial level? Or…someone even higher up? He instantly considered many possibilities, and the potential pressure and uncertainties they might bring.
But at this moment, with the die already cast, if they back down, all their previous efforts and adventures may be in vain. The Xue family grandfather and grandson could very well use this opportunity to escape, making it extremely difficult to capture them again.
In a flash, Luo Fei made a decision.
A half-smile appeared on his face, a hint of mockery mixed with a scrutinizing "let's see what other tricks you can pull" attitude, and he nodded slightly.
"Okay. I'll give you that chance."
He hit me right in front of me.
Xue Jingshan, as if grasping at the last straw, whispered to his confidant who was supporting him.
"My phone! Give me my phone!"
A trusted aide frantically pulled an old-fashioned, seemingly unremarkable black cell phone from Xue Jingshan's inner jacket pocket and handed it to him. Xue Jingshan unlocked it with slightly trembling fingers, found a contact with only a number and no name saved, hesitated for less than a second, and then pressed the dial button forcefully.
The phone rang four or five times, and just as cold sweat began to seep from Xue Jingshan's forehead again, it was finally answered.
Xue Jingshan immediately pressed the phone to his ear, slightly hunched his back, and spoke quickly in a low voice, in a tone that was almost humble and urgent, completely different from his previous dignified image.
"Mr. Murong! It's me, Jingshan! Something terrible has happened to me! A director named Luo Fei from the Special Case Bureau of the Ministry of State Security has led a group of men to force their way into the village, arrested Shihao, and now they want to arrest me! Vice Mayor Fan tried to stop them, but they've already knocked him unconscious and subdued him!"
They wouldn't listen to any explanations at all, and their methods were extremely...unconventional! Mr. Murong, you must save me! Only you can do this now..."
His words suddenly stopped, as if the person on the other end of the phone had interrupted him. Xue Jingshan nodded repeatedly, his expression shifting, and finally, as if receiving some kind of instruction, he quickly said...
"Okay, okay! I understand! I'll give it to him right away!"
After speaking, Xue Jingshan took the phone away from his ear, held it in both hands, and handed it to Luo Fei. His eyes were complicated, with a glimmer of hope born from despair, as well as deep fear. He whispered.
"Director Luo, Mr. Murong wants to speak with you."
"Mr. Murong?"
Luo Fei raised an eyebrow; the surname and title sent a chill down his spine. It came from a specific high-level circle. (End of Chapter)