Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Don’t Act Rashly

"Lu Hang, since they've already sent people, why don't we inform Commander Zhang and have him bring men to deal with them? Otherwise, if your family gets alarmed, it might tip them off," A Jian suggested.

After some consideration, Lu Hang shook his head. "No, they haven’t done anything yet. If we act rashly or suddenly have more people at home, they’ll get suspicious. Then we’d just be playing into their hands."

Lin Nannan agreed with Lu Hang. Right now, anything they did would just make them look weak—it was better to lay low for now.

"From now on, someone should always stay at home. You two can crash here for a while..." Lin Nannan thought for a moment before adding, "Let A Ming and A Yuan return to school. Safer than sticking around here."

The rest of the Lu family would be fine, but A Ming was a loose cannon, and A Yuan couldn’t keep her cool. Having them here was just asking for trouble.

Lu Hang shook his head again. "They went after Qian Qian, for crying out loud! Let alone A Ming and A Yuan. Those two wouldn’t see it coming. Against deliberate schemes, they wouldn’t hold up. It’s better to keep them close where we can protect them."

Lin Nannan rolled her eyes but kept quiet.

She had to admit Lu Hang was right—keeping them close was the smart move.

After some discussion, they still couldn’t find a good excuse. In the end, they had to cook up a reason for A Da and A Jian to stay...

"Tell the village chief their temporary lodging isn’t suitable and ask for help from the neighbors. Then have Dad step in and take charge of the matter," Lu Hang suggested. Since these people had entered through official channels, they might as well do the same. Letting people talk might just scare them off.

Lin Nannan thought the same. No point sneaking around—let them sweat it out.

The fact that they had moved into the village with legitimate paperwork showed they wanted to act but were hesitant, not wanting to stir the pot. If the Lu family always had people around—and not just one or two—they wouldn’t dare make a move.

She shared her analysis with Lu Hang and whispered, "A Yuan and A Ming are clued in a little, but Grandma is old, Mom was frightened before, and Auntie is timid. There’s no need to tell them, but Dad and second uncle should know. They can stay with Grandma and the others, leaving those creeps no wiggle room..."

"That won’t work!" A Jian immediately objected. "If they’re left with no options, they’ll go berserk!"

Lin Nannan grinned. "Good—let them lose their heads!"

"Don’t act rashly!" Lu Hang groaned. He understood all too well—she was planning to bait them herself.

Sticking her tongue out at Lu Hang, she provocatively taunted, "Being angry won’t help. I’m the only one in the family who’s left alone."

A Jian and A Da exchanged complicated glances. Lu Hang’s infamous reputation as a devil in the military was no joke, yet here he was, totally whipped by his wife. No one would believe it if word got out.

"They’re armed!" Lu Hang reminded her helplessly.

He had some understanding of Lin Nannan’s temperament—she couldn’t stand those sneaky bastards and wanted to eliminate them immediately.

So, after arranging for the safety of the entire family, she began stirring trouble.

Her little herb-picking trip was basically painting a bullseye on her back. Who else would they go after but her?

"I’ve got heat too!" Lin Nannan bragged. "My weapons are no worse than theirs."

Lu Hang had to agree. Even if modified, Lin Nannan’s weapons were formidable.

"I’ll go with you," A Jian offered.

"No, I don’t need you!" Lin Nannan refused, hiding her disdain.

Not just A Jian, but even Lu Hang and the others sensed the concealed contempt in her tone. The three exchanged glances but said nothing.

They knew Lin Nannan was capable, but those people had come prepared. They were afraid she’d get cocky.

"Don't worry, I know my limits!" Lin Nannan paused briefly before adding, "If someone follows me, they’ll definitely be on guard."

A Jian, brushed off, looked helpless. "Lin, this is too dangerous."

"No, it’s not," Lin Nannan said firmly. "They only sent a handful, and even if they all come, they wouldn’t dare act together—it’d be too obvious. They’d only come at me one or two at a time, and I can handle them."

Seeing she’d made up her mind—no stopping her now, Lu Hang knew he couldn’t hold her back but wasn’t entirely convinced either.

If they wanted to probe us, they’d give them time to do so. But afterward, A Jian and A Da would tail her in shifts, just in case.

Lin Nannan had no choice but to agree.

Truthfully, she thought the best solution would be to dose Lu Hang with the restorative agent, instantly curing his paralysis, then lure the enemy in and take them all down at once—uncovering any hidden conspirators in the process.

But she couldn’t do that.

Lu Hang caught the flicker of regret in her eyes but didn’t pry. He let it slide. He knew his wife had many secrets, but since everything she did was for the good of the Lu family and himself, he didn’t press further.

Having A Jian and A Da stay over required Lu Fang’s involvement, so they had to inform him.

After they returned, Lin Nannan found an excuse for Lu Fang and Lu Zheng to meet with Lu Hang. She didn’t stick around for the details, but the gist was the same.

…

Meanwhile, as Lu Hang dealt with the crisis, Zhang Shengguo drove home with the items Lin Nannan had made instead of returning to the military base, beelining for his old man.

"Dad, look at these!" It was already late when he arrived. Knowing his father was in the study, he knocked and entered after receiving permission, then laid out the items he’d brought on the table, gesturing for his dad to take a closer look.

Zhang Dabang studied the unattractive, oddly shaped guns on the table, then glanced at his son, who had rushed back overnight. Calmly, he said, "Spit it out."

"These were cobbled together from gun scraps…" He gave a brief explanation, detailing the unique features of each gun before fixing his father with a steady gaze. "The craftsman told me that with more precise machinery, they could create even better, lighter, and faster weapons…"

"Is that true?" Zhang Dabang had already been surprised upon realizing the guns were assembled from scraps, but his son’s next words made him lose his composure. "Are you serious?"

Given his high position, he understood better than anyone what superior weapons could mean.

They had suffered humiliation due to outdated arms, often forced to endure in silence. If someone truly existed who could revolutionize their weaponry, he’d roll out the red carpet for them.

"Don’t these speak for themselves?" Zhang Shengguo shot back.

Zhang Dabang’s pulse jumped before he finally gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is this person?"