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In the eyes of the veteran, he couldn't distinguish between city management officers and soldiers; it was just because their uniforms were similar that he mistakenly thought they were soldiers.

"I'll bow to your mother." The city management officer kicked the veteran's hands away, "I do you a favor, who'll do me a favor? Get lost, truly anger me, and I'll stomp even your medals to bits!"

The surrounding onlookers burst into laughter as well, feeling no sympathy for the veteran's plight. Such things happened too often; they were played out in every small or large place in Huaxia.

Seeing it frequently, they became numb, and thus they laughed carelessly in their indifference.

"I beg you all, I just have this one elderly partner." Tears welled up in the veteran's eyes, and he looked towards the onlookers: "Please, help me, give me some money, and I can sell these medals to you!"

The surrounding crowd initially felt a bit uneasy, but someone sneered and said, "Look at this old man, his trickery skills are top-notch, just trying to use our sympathy to sell medals, that's his purpose. Don't get fooled by him."

"Screw! You truly have no sense, get lost, damn it!"

A city management officer, burning with rage, directly kicked the wooden boards and drew his baton.

The veteran's face was filled with panic, and another city management officer came over: "Not listening, huh? I'll stomp even your medals!"

"No, I'm a soldier too, I was with the 7th Division, 18th Army Group back in the day, my commanding officer was Chen Liren."

"Get lost, damn it!"

The city management officer directly lifted his foot to stomp the veteran, but the veteran raised his hand to block it.

"Help me." The veteran, his face full of tears, looked towards the surrounding onlookers, but not one stepped forward.

"Old man, you're really blind, I'll beat you to death today, let's see who dares to intervene!" The city management officer, filled with rage, raised his baton.

But at this moment, a calm voice came from the crowd: "I'll handle this."

The city management officer paused, scanning the crowd with a sinister smile on his face.

The people around Ren Feng hurriedly made way, exposing Ren Feng.

Ren Feng ignored the surrounding crowd and slowly walked toward the veteran.

"Screw you, you dare to interfere with my business?" The city management officer was enraged, and immediately swung his baton at Ren Feng.

The surrounding crowd shook their heads, thinking this young man was seeking death by involving himself in something he shouldn't. Now he's doomed.

But unexpectedly, Ren Feng merely lifted his right hand, caught the baton, and with a push forward, the city management officer couldn't stand steady and backed up several steps.

The other city management officer narrowed his eyes, drawing his baton, both standing menacingly on the side.

"Young man, I advise you not to meddle in this kind of affair. This group affects the city's appearance, there's a policy document from above." The city management officer spoke up.

Ren Feng ignored them, squatted down instead, and gently asked the veteran, "Sir, do you have anything to prove your identity?"

Seeing someone willing to help, the veteran was moved to tears. After gathering his thoughts, he trembled as he took out a small notebook from the pocket on his chest.

The notebook was worn out, yellowed, and tattered, held together with transparent tape.

Ren Feng opened it and found it was a party membership certificate from the Liberation War era, signed by someone named He Guoxing.

Clearly, this party membership certificate was genuine, unequivocally confirming He Guoxing's identity as a veteran.

The dozen or so medals displayed next to him were also genuine.

"Boy, did you hear what I just said?" The city management officer frowned, but he was hesitant to take action against Ren Feng due to the latter's seemingly deep, unfathomable skills.

"Qiang, this kid is really blind, hit him until he sees!"

The other city management officer said coldly.

"Sir, I'll handle this situation for you. Rest assured, your old companion will be fine."

Ren Feng said softly, solemnly returning the certificate to He Guoxing.

Then, he stood up, looking at the two city management officers with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Honestly, he's not someone who likes to meddle, in the Mercenary Realm, those who meddle are courting death.

In the profit-driven world of mercenaries, everyone contended continuously; everyone had enemies and foes, even if there was no enmity, a conflict of interest would turn them into enemies.

To cut off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents, so in the Mercenary Realm, no one meddles in others' affairs, at most they mind their own business.

But this incident was different. Ren Feng wasn't planning to intervene initially; if it were a typical street vendor conflict with city management, he wouldn't get involved, but because the old man was a veteran, he had to.

Because he was a veteran.

How difficult is it for veterans?

They crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, winning wars with their flesh and blood, dedicating their lives to the battlefield. Without them, there would be no Huaxia Country today.

It's their sacrifice that allowed for the peaceful life of the new generation.

As a Huaxia Country native, Ren Feng holds natural reverence for veterans. Moreover, being a Mercenary, he understands the brutality of war, where the person beside you one minute is blown to pieces the next.

Now, however, veterans like He Guoxing can't even secure the most basic living standards, reduced to begging. It's undoubtedly a disgrace.

More disgraceful is the fact that it seems the new generation has forgotten this reality, indulging in disrespect and endless ridicule towards veterans and soldiers alike.

So, Ren Feng had to intervene, with a burning anger inside him. As a Mercenary, he could empathize deeply with He Guoxing's helplessness and desolation.

"Boy, looks like you're severely blind." The more aggressive city management officer was already gripping his baton, ready to teach this oblivious kid a lesson.

Ren Feng looked at them coldly, without speaking.

"Qiang, ****!"

A city management officer shouted, and the two stormed towards Ren Feng.

The surrounding crowd was terrified; wouldn't this young man be beaten to death?

Ren Feng didn't move a muscle. When the two city management officers charged in, he finally raised his hands.

Their lifted batons never came down. They froze and, when trying to move, found they were unable to.

Ren Feng clutched the batons, expressionless. Suddenly, with a backward tug, both batons flew out, and before they reacted, Ren Feng's hands firmly struck their bodies!