Chapter 48 Chapter Forty Eight - Shows of Strength (2/2)

They stayed close to the road, not wanting to risk moving too deep into the field. It was also easier to move their harvest onto the truck as well, which was being protected by Ren Zexian, Tyler and Jonah.

Unexpectedly, they were not the only ones to come to the fields in order to harvest grain that day.

The army trucks surrounded them and the people they carried leapt out of them. Not all were wearing soldier combats and only a few carried guns. In fact, more than half headed for the fields, a few more daring ones sought to claim what was in the arms of Monika and the others. That woman protected what she had harvested with brutality. Her attacker crumbled, grasping that which made him a Male by nature as if it were a fragile treasure.

”Hand over the grain!” One soldier demanded, aiming his gun at them.

”Sarge?” Monika questioned, still grasping the wheat grasses in her arms.

”Sarge?” A soldier emerged from the passenger side of one of the trucks, eyes narrowed as he examined the older man. This person held the arrogance of an officer and was clearly in charge of this large group of soldiers and civilians. However, as lawless as they were acting around the smaller group of survivors, they were still had respect for hierarchy of rank and order found within such. ”Military?” The man questioned Jonah.

”Police,” Jonah replied. The man nodded, but then stated;

”I would still have you relinquish your goods,” He stated. ”I have people relying on this produce for Winter.”

”Understandable,” Jonah responded, amicably, before reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a cigarette. He offered the officer one, who waved it away. Jonah lit his cigarette and took a long drag before saying; ”so have I. It seems we're at an impasse.”

”I don't think so,” sneered a solider beside the officer, but he was forced to stand down.

”Open the truck,” the young officer ordered.

”And if I refuse?” Jonah asked him, with a raised brow. ”Let's just think about this. You have guns, so do we. You have untrained civilians to protect, but we are all ready and able to fight. If you want to gnaw on this bone, boy, you need to realise that you will break a few teeth.”

The officer hesitated. He had been a part of the army for many years, but he'd not truly much experience. His promotion was not one of merit, but of connections that remained after the End. He did not want this mission of his to suffer casualties that were avoidable, but at the same time, he was reluctant to part with any resources. These people were clearly resourceful, who knew what treasures were within? ”We don't just have guns,” the officer said, slowly and called out the name of a person. ”Chang Min!”

”Yes, sir?” An oriental man appeared from the civilians and approached the smug officer and his men.

”Show them what it means to mess with us!” The soldiers stepped back as they said this and the civilians in the field began to creep backward to the rear trucks.

The youthful looking man with long black hair tied in a loop at his nape turned to face them. His lightly tanned arms rose from his side and the ground began to tremble beneath the truck and Jonah's feet. The squad cursed beneath their breath, bracing themselves, but as quickly as the tremors began, they ceased. The soldiers stared at the man incredulously, but he ignored them, eyes wide as he perceived the person calmly standing to the side of the truck, his arms behind his back and his smile gentle as always.

The man called Chang Min fell to his knees in kowtow, tears forming in his dark eyes. ”Master!” He yelled out.