Just as he reached the foot of Sheshan, he glanced toward the side and suddenly shouted, "Stop the car!."

The chauffeur immediately stopped the car. Yang Sen rolled down the window and looked outside only to see two bear-like and st.u.r.dy looking men who were around 1.8 meters tall. They strutted into the entrance of a restaurant.

Even though Yang Sen wasn't familiar with these two men, he had seen their photos numerous times. As a matter of fact, most of the people in the mountains were of this size. Additionally, with the rays of sunlight reflecting off their bald heads, one could even recognize them from behind.

What are they doing here? Yang Sen wondered to himself as he saw them strutting over to the flagpoles near the entrance of the restaurant. They pushed and pulled on it using their bare hands, causing the steel flagpoles that were several centimeters thick to snap.

The duo's appearance was already quite terrifying to begin with. Naturally, they attracted quite a bit of attention when they approached the restaurant.

A security guard, who originally wanted to step forward and question them, stopped in his tracks out of fright after seeing this.

The two men then took off, each holding a flagpole, but they didn't leave from the main entrance. Instead, they leaped over the wall with the flagpole that was over ten meters long. Soon, they were gone with the wind…

Everyone at the restaurant was dumbstruck at what had just happened.

One group of tourists, who had just alighted from their tour bus, had their eyes almost pop out of their sockets after witnessing this.

"Oh my G.o.d!" Gasping sounds repeated continuously.

That spot, which originally had three flagpoles, was only left with one standing. A person who couldn't believe what he just saw stepped forward and tried to push against the flagpole. It was definitely made out of metal and not wheat!

Soon after, Yang Sen's phone rang.

"I saw it. Go handle this matter. I'll go up the mountain." He answered the call as he watched the duo disappear into the horizon.

"Such speed! It's at least 60 kilometers per hour!" The driver couldn't help but exclaim as he stepped on it and chased after them.

They weren't driving, they were actually running!

Traveling 60 kilometers in one hour was equivalent to one kilometer in a minute and 100 meters in six seconds. Even Olympic sprinters weren't that fast. Furthermore, they continued running at that speed for more than a kilometer.

"Stay on their tail," Yang Sen said.

Even though it already broke the world record, it was still acceptable if they ran at this speed for 100 meters or slightly further.

However, it was truly scary that they were able to maintain this speed all the way to the villa, which was a distance of several kilometers.

This proved that they would definitely be able to sprint much faster and would be able to travel 100 meters in three, two, or even one second.

This kind of speed was truly terrifying.

Was this the strength of the soldiers from that place? Even if they were elite soldiers, such strength was too terrifying.

Yang Sen knew from the start that they were soldiers. After all, with that imposing manner from having experienced countless wars, he could tell with one look. What he didn't know was the level those soldiers were at.

He had already examined those people with a probe, and the strength they had in their bodies was equivalent to 34 local special forces soldiers. Their scores were between 1,000 to 1,300, which was almost like a miniature Hulk.

By the look of it, they also didn't have any shortcomings regarding their speed at the moment.

Crossing paths with enemies who possessed such terrifying speeds in such complicated terrain would be simply disastrous.

They would appear right beside you from 100 meters away in just a second or two. Unless it was on flat terrain at an extended distance, their enemies would definitely not be able to react in time. In complicated terrain like cities, the distance between them and their enemies would usually only be around several meters.

Before their enemies could even react in time, these men would already have appeared beside them and killed them with one blow. They didn't even need weapons since just their bodies were already extremely strong weapons.

Eventually, it was still the two of them who followed their tracks that discovered them.

It was also no wonder that those secret agents died in just a short period of time.

Then came the question… How were those gunshot wounds on their bodies inflicted? Even if they came fully equipped, Yang Sen didn't think that those secret agents could have injured so many people at such close proximity.

Yang Sen sat in the car and followed far behind those two men. There were cars that occasionally pa.s.sed by, and the drivers were dumbstruck to see those men carrying steel flagpoles and running faster than cars!

When Yang Sen arrived at the villa, the flagpoles had already been erected inside.

In the middle of the villa, the two men stuck the flagpoles more than two meters deep into the ground.

From the restaurant to where they currently were, Yang Sen was certain that these men had indeed arrived after running at such speeds over a long distance of around six kilometers. They ran at a constant speed, and it seemed like they still had energy left in them.

However, he didn't have time to think about such things at the moment. He was drawn to the situation in the courtyard.

Ren Baqian stood there with more than ten men. One burly man, whose body had been bound, was being tied to the rope of the flagpole.

Dressed in red, Qi Zixiao stood behind all of them with a cold look and had her arms crossed.

Surrounding them and watching were members of the Messier 87 department.

Standing in front of those men, Ren Baqian ordered, "Raise the flag!"

Soon after, some very familiar music was played.

"Stand up, all victims of oppression, for the tyrants fear your might

Don't cling so hard to your possessions

For you have nothing if you have no rights

Let racist ignorance be ended, for respect makes the empires fall

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"F*ck!" The people of the Messier 87 department were stunned when they heard this music.

What are they doing?

The Internationale? Furthermore, it was the rendition by the Tang Dynasty?

"Raise the flag! What are you waiting for? Raise it slowly with a ceremonial feel—it must be dignified!" Ren Baqian said to the lady standing at the bottom of the flagpole who was wearing an oversized pair of jeans and a white t-s.h.i.+rt.

"Follow me. Salute."

Swoos.h.!.+

The men followed Ren Baqian and lifted their arms with their fingers pointed toward their temples. They felt joy from other people's misfortune and watched as that burly man, who was tied up and had a cricket ball stuffed in his mouth, rose up on the flagpole along with the music… Swaying in the air… Fluttering in the wind…

"F*ck!" The people from the Messier 87 department were even more startled. They actually treated him like that?

From afar, Yang Sen almost spat. What were they doing?

Running downhill to the restaurant to get two flagpoles and frightening a bunch of people just to raise a flag… and then to raise a person instead…

"End of the ceremony." Ren Baqian lowered his hand.

Subsequently, the people behind him slowly put their hands down. Many of them felt that it was pretty fun, so they put their hands up and down, then up and down again.

"Mr. Ren, what are you…?" Yang Sen rushed forward and asked.

"Flag raising! Can't you see? I feel that they are lacking in patriotic education from the official moral guidelines!" Ren Baqian turned his head and looked at the completely tied up Xu Wei as he hung from flagpole.

Next, Ren Baqian stretched out his hand and said, "Please come in so that we can discuss further."