HDRDTH -Chapter 112 Iron Mountain Lean!

On the television, tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers were moving in perfect unison—shoulders dropping, hips twisting.

“Ha! Iron Mountain Lean!”

A thunderous roar pierced through the screen and echoed across the living room of the Jinshuiwan No. 1 villa.

The half-eaten fried dough stick in Yu Xian’s hand dropped onto the dining table. A mouthful of hot soy milk sprayed straight out.

Su Wanyi walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fried eggs and quickly handed him a couple of tissues.

“Little Yu, drink slower,” Su Wanyi said, glancing at the TV. “This military calisthenics is actually kind of interesting. Looks pretty lively.”

Lively.

The corner of Yu Xian’s eye twitched violently.

Su Zi, wearing gray overalls and holding a basketball, ran downstairs.

“Uncle Yu! I’m on TV!” Su Zi’s eyes sparkled. She immediately performed a textbook-perfect dribble between her legs. “Uncle Chu called me this morning! He said I’m the tactical enlightenment instructor of the entire army, and they’re even going to award me a First-Class Merit Medal!”

Yu Xian felt like the blood vessels in his brain were about to explode.

He grabbed the phone from the sofa and dialed Chu Feng.

The call connected instantly.

“Mr. Yu! Great news!” Chu Feng’s voice was so excited it sounded like he was on a stimulant. “During yesterday’s morning training, the entire army broke through human shoulder-back power limits using the ‘Iron Mountain Lean’ movement! Close-combat destructive power has tripled!”

Yu Xian took a deep breath.

“Chu Feng, listen carefully,” he said through gritted teeth, word by word. “That song is called ‘You Are So Beautiful’. It’s a stage dance from an idol talent show. It is not a military combat exercise used for killing people.”

There was a two-second silence.

Then Chu Feng’s sharp intake of breath came through the phone.

“Idol? Talent show?” Chu Feng’s voice quickened instantly. “I understand! Your meaning is that every soldier should treat war as an art form to be practiced! On the battlefield, they must become cold, idol-like harvesters of enemy lives!”

“Chu Feng, you f*cking—”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Yu!” Chu Feng cut him off loudly, his tone resolute. “The military region has already decided to rename the special forces to the ‘Trainee Battalion’! Your four-step tactical system of ‘Singing, Dancing, Rap, and Basketball’ has already been written into the latest infantry training manual!”

Chu Feng began reciting:

“‘Singing’ is sonic communication jamming!”

“‘Dancing’ is irregular evasive maneuvering!”

“‘Rap’ is high-frequency tactical command delivery!”

“‘Basketball’ is spherical micro-nuclear throw simulation!”

Beep—

Yu Xian hung up immediately and turned the phone off.

It was hopeless.

Their brains were completely tangled beyond repair.

“Da Fu!” Yu Xian shouted toward the door. “Prepare the car! Bring that nine-yuan fiberglass fishing rod! We’re going to Wild Boar Gully!”

Wang Dafu rushed in from the yard carrying a canvas bag, looking excited.

“Dad, the whole army is practicing our routine! Why are you still unhappy?”

“Shut up,” Yu Xian said, slipping on his plastic slippers. “If I stay at home any longer, I’m afraid tomorrow they’ll ask me to paint fingernails on missiles.”

At the abandoned quarry of Wild Boar Gully in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

Weeds grew waist-high, and stagnant water barely rippled.

Yu Xian sat on a broken stool, pinching a lump of mud in his hands. He rummaged through it and pulled out a thick black-red earthworm.

Hook. Cast.

The float landed steadily on the water.

Yu Xian let out a long breath.

His heartbeat slowed. His breathing stabilized. He closed his eyes, trying to return to the “absolute silence” state he had found yesterday.

Only here—by this abandoned water pit where not even birds bothered to shit—could he feel like a normal person again.

Ten minutes passed.

The water was as still as a mirror.

Then—

RUMBLE—

A deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.

Four pitch-black heavy helicopters roared in, skimming the treetops. The rotor wind swept across the quarry like a hurricane.

The water surface was whipped into half-meter-high waves.

Yu Xian’s float was blown straight onto the shore, hanging on a dry reed.

The helicopters hovered and landed outside the quarry.

Doors opened.

Dozens of men in black suits and sunglasses filed out. They moved with extreme precision, laying down a twenty-meter red carpet directly in the muddy ground.

The carpet ended exactly three meters behind Yu Xian’s stool.

An elderly foreign man, leaning on a golden nanmu cane, stepped out of the helicopter with the help of two bodyguards.

Mitsuo Sato—the chairman of Sonic Entertainment Global Council, and behind-the-scenes patriarch of a major Japanese conglomerate.

He pushed the bodyguards aside.

He stepped to the edge of the red carpet and looked at Yu Xian, who was sitting in the mud wearing a pilled old undershirt.

Then Mitsuo Sato slowly knelt.

Plop.

He did not step on the expensive red carpet. Instead, he knelt directly in the foul-smelling mud.

“Mr. Yu,” he said, pressing his forehead into the muddy water, voice trembling. “I, Mitsuo Sato, represent the Great Japanese Business Association to offer my apology.”

Yu Xian didn’t turn around.

He held the nine-yuan fiberglass rod, staring at the murky water disturbed by the helicopter wind.

“You blew away my nest,” he said calmly, his tone unreadable.

Mitsuo Sato trembled violently.

Nest?

His mind raced.

In Chinese fishing terminology, a “nest” referred to a resource aggregation zone.

He’s talking about the Asia-Pacific economic circle!

He’s warning that our helicopter intrusion has disrupted his capital layout in the region!

“Deepest apologies!” Mitsuo Sato lifted his head abruptly, mud streaming down his wrinkled face. “We will immediately withdraw from the Chinese market! All Sonic Entertainment assets in China will be transferred to Star Emperor Entertainment free of charge!”

Yu Xian turned around.

He looked at the old man kneeling in the mud and frowned slightly.

“Who are you?”

Mitsuo Sato swallowed hard and pulled out a document from his suit pocket, holding it high above his head with both hands.

“The ten billion US dollars transferred last night to your account ending in 8848… was from me,” he said in a strained voice. “That was our buyout-for-life payment. This is Sonic Entertainment’s 51% global equity transfer agreement. Please accept it and stop cleansing our intelligence network.”

Yu Xian remembered.

That scam message from last night that woke him up.

They actually sent the money.

“Oh.” Yu Xian turned back around and resumed digging for worms. “I’ve received the money. Take your helicopters and get lost. Don’t disturb me watching my float.”

Mitsuo Sato felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Watching the float?

Floating capital in global markets!

Understood! This transcendent strategist was personally about to short Wall Street! He didn’t want them interfering!

“Yes! We’ll leave immediately! We won’t disturb your global net operation!”

The helicopters quickly took off and vanished into the sky.

Wild Boar Gully returned to silence.

Yu Xian sighed and cast his bait back into the water.

“Every damn day, a bunch of lunatics,” he muttered.

The surface gradually calmed again.

The float stood steady.

One second. Two seconds.

Suddenly—

The fiberglass rod in Yu Xian’s hand bent into a terrifying “U” shape without warning.

No tentative bobbing.

No pauses.

Just an overwhelming, dead weight force yanking hard from below.

Yu Xian’s expression changed drastically.

This feeling—

It wasn’t a fish.

It was that same damn “iron lump” again!

“Dad! Another submarine?!” Wang Dafu shouted, grabbing the landing net and stepping back.

The water began to churn violently.

Not bubbles—but a full-scale boiling motion.

Mud at the bottom was being violently stirred. The entire half-football-field-sized pit turned pitch black. A thick, ancient stench filled the air.

Yu Xian gripped the rod tightly, his feet carving deep trenches in the mud.

“Today, even if I drill through the Earth, I’m going to see what the hell you are!” he roared, muscles bulging.

And at that moment—

From the reeds on the opposite bank, a frantic voice suddenly rang out.