Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 894: Firmly Believing He Is Right

Kong Shenghui saw Director Huang standing there awkwardly, so he quickly said to diffuse the situation, "We’ve already confirmed that there’s no danger inside, but Zhitao insisted there was a bomb, so he went in alone."

Gao Mantang’s face darkened with anger. He glanced at Kong Shenghui and said, "Have some people left the military and started thinking their wings have hardened, no longer putting this old man in their eyes?"

Kong Shenghui broke into a cold sweat upon hearing this. Although he was no longer in the military and wasn’t under Gao Mantang’s command, standing in front of his old superior still brought an indescribable sense of pressure.

Moreover, Gao Mantang doted on this grandson of his. No matter what mistakes Gao Zhitao made, he would always step in to resolve the situation.

Now that Gao Mantang was here and saw his grandson in potential danger while everyone else stood indifferent, it made his blood boil.

"Men, surround this place for me!" Gao Mantang shouted.

The dozens of soldiers behind him quickly moved into position, taking over various strategic points and sealing off the entire building.

These soldiers were elite professionals handpicked specifically to protect Gao Mantang.

Each of them carried submachine guns, nothing the police could compare to.

Originally, they had intended to call it a day, but now that was out of the question.

"If anything happens to my grandson, all of you bear responsibility, especially you!" Gao Mantang pointed directly at Director Huang.

Hearing this, Director Huang was so terrified he almost wet his pants. No one knew better than them just who Gao Mantang was.

Gao Mantang was a veteran general who had participated in defense campaigns and claimed countless lives. In the military, he was infamous for his iron fist.

Crossing him meant he would spare no effort to ensure you could never recover.

The surroundings fell silent; everyone was frozen, unsure of what to do.

Kong Shenghui felt he might have gone too far. After all, Gao Zhitao was his nephew, someone he watched grow up. When Gao Zhitao most needed his help earlier, he failed to step forward.

Instead, he chose to trust Director Huang. On this matter, he felt deeply remorseful.

"Old Chief, the wind outside is strong. Why don’t you sit in the car while I handle the situation here? I promise I won’t let Zhitao get hurt," Kong Shenghui said out of concern for Gao Mantang’s health.

Gao Mantang didn’t reply but kept his unblinking gaze fixed on the building’s entrance.

He wasn’t sure whether his grandson was telling the truth, but anyone who dared bully his family was absolutely unacceptable.

The Gao family’s people must not be bullied. This is the stubbornness of an old soldier.

Regardless of whether Gao Zhitao was right or wrong, today he would stand up for his grandson.

Seeing that waiting any longer wasn’t an option, Director Huang finally shouted to the surrounding policemen, "What are you all standing around for? Get in there and help!"

The policemen snapped out of it, dropped their current tasks, and prepared to head inside.

But they managed only a few steps before being stopped by the surrounding soldiers. Their mission was to protect the old general, and no one—police included—was allowed to approach.

The policemen were angry but helpless, their eyes collectively turning to Director Huang.

Director Huang sneaked a glance at Gao Mantang, who stood there stoic with his hands clasped behind his back, saying nothing.

The minutes ticked by. Eleven fifteen came, and still, there was no movement inside.

Gao Zhitao was turning the place upside down. He searched every corner that could lead downward but still hadn’t found the entrance.

The first floor had been thoroughly inspected, yet he did not doubt Xiang Yu. When Xiang Yu was captured, the trust in his eyes convinced Gao Zhitao that Xiang Yu could be trusted.

Looking at his watch, it was already eleven thirty. If he procrastinated any longer, it might be dangerous. He had to pick up the pace now.

"Where the hell is it?" Gao Zhitao thought frantically as he kicked a box in frustration, sending it flying into the wall.

At that moment, he noticed something seemed off about the wall. Rushing over, he saw it clearly—it was a stereoscopic painting. Behind the painting was a door.

Seeing the door nearly made Gao Zhitao jump with joy, but it was locked.

Without hesitation, he kicked it twice, forcing it open. Entering through the door, he descended into utter darkness.

His mind focused entirely on the bomb; fear didn’t even cross his mind.

Reaching the bottom, he used his phone as a flashlight and found the power switch, turning the lights on.

As the lights flicked on, he stood there stunned. The space wasn’t large, filled with dust everywhere. But in the center lay numerous bombs of various types.

Some were embedded in the walls, and some were simply placed directly on the floor. Wasn’t there supposed to be one bomb? Why are there so many?

The bombs weren’t hidden—they were blatantly displayed. Picking one up, he saw a countdown timer on it. Less than twenty minutes remained.

The situation was desperate; there was no time to think. He grabbed one and rushed out as fast as he could.

In his haste, he nearly tripped on his way up.

Outside, Gao Mantang stood waiting with an angry expression. The surrounding policemen and onlookers were all watching intently.

Everyone was unsure of what would happen next, and their emotions were mixed.

Kong Shenghui felt guilt-ridden; after all, Gao Zhitao was the old chief’s grandson. He should have stopped him earlier.

The matter had escalated so far. If Gao Zhitao emerged empty-handed, the old chief’s pride would surely take a hit.

Kong Shenghui had tried to get the old chief to step aside out of respect and concern for his dignity.

Right now, Kong Shenghui was certain Gao Zhitao was messing around. Time had dragged on so long; he even suspected Gao Zhitao might just be fooling around inside.

Director Huang, standing there, cursed Gao Zhitao in his mind a thousand times over. This spoiled brat, relying on his general grandfather and his dead-and-gone father’s legacy, swaggered around recklessly. Now look—he made himself a laughingstock and dragged his grandfather down with him.

"Chief, Zhitao might not be coming out anytime soon. Why not take a break while I wait here?" Kong Shenghui quietly suggested to Gao Mantang.

Gao Mantang understood Shenghui’s good intentions but still shook his head. He was determined to wait for his grandson to come out.

As the time approached ten minutes to noon, people’s patience began to wear thin. What was going on? It had been a lengthy morning, and nobody had eaten; everyone was stuck there.

Some of the policemen were getting irritated and started complaining.

"What’s wrong with our deputy director? Stirring up trouble for no reason."

"Keep your voice down. Don’t you see his grandfather over there?"

"Hah, all riding on daddy’s coattails."