He did a backflip on the spot, legs kicking out. One foot landed on the cop’s shank. With a roar, his whole person flipped over in midair. He flew out three or four meters and fell heavily on the ground, arms clasped around his bruised lower leg, convulsing like he’d suffered an electric shock. It was a force that could break the sky - invincible!

 

Everyone around was horrified to see this.

 

The fat traffic cop backed away a few steps, afraid of to be hurt himself. Looking at the master who suddenly appeared in front of him, he felt like he looked somewhat familiar but he couldn’t quite remember where he had seen him before.

 

"Dali, there you are!"

 

Jia Dapeng’s backer had arrived, so he naturally pressed his advantage, raising the Taser to attack the cop curled up on the ground!

 

TAGADAGADAGA, his whole body trembled. This kind of special police Taser could even cause death if it was poked against someone’s heart for more than five seconds.

 

Zhang Dali had violated the discipline of the Special Police and stolen it for Dapeng, for self-protection. He told him that he could not take it out unless he had to, but Jia Dapeng was in a bad mood. Frustrated, he took it out to intimidate his opponents.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

The traffic cop on the ground was almost knocked clean out by Dapeng’s Taser. Zhang Dali grabbed the Taser and angrily said, "Didn’t I tell you that you can’t use this thing? You’re asking for trouble!"

 

There were other Tasers on the market, but they were different from those used exclusively by SWAT officers. Every SWAT Taser had a code. If this kind of gear made its way into civilian hands and was used wantonly in street fights, it could really do some serious damage. It's a crime, not a joke!

 

"It was a fucking challenge towards me. I wasn’t going to kill him!"

 

Jia Dapeng straightened his untidy hair. He was sweating profusely. Most days he’d get drunk, that made his body weak.

 

"What happened to that old man?" Zhang Dali continued to ask.

 

"He dared to tell me off when I threw a cigarette. He’s outlived his due date; he’s just a pile of cheap bones!"

 

Jia Dapeng spat towards the old man, who was already passed out. His actions were repeatedly criticized by the crowd, but from the beginning to the end, no one dared to actually stand up to him.

 

Zhang Dali's nature was not bad. He was from a small, poor family, eager to live a good life. Having developed a whole set of skills, he was also favored by Director Jia Quan.

Therefore, he desperately wanted to move up in the world through this job and change his fate.

 

He also disliked Jia Dapeng's style. However, he had to put up with it, adapt to it, and even cover up for him on occasion!

 

This was what a bodyguard should do. If he did his job well, he could change his fate with a single word from Jia Quan’s.

 

Similarly, if he didn’t do well, just one sentence could send him back home!

 

"Dapeng, don't do this. Calm down. Didn't you say someone was bullying you? Let's go. I'll take care of this. You're shouldn’t stay here; it's too eye-catching. You’ll get your dad in trouble."

 

Zhang Dali came in plain clothes. A black V-neck shirt, a pair of wide-legged JEEP trousers, and outdoor shoes with wolf claw designs. The lines of his bulging muscles were clearly visible through his shirt.

 

Jia Dapeng was not stupid and he had now vented his anger. The fire in his brain had subsided. The internet and WeChat were ubiquitous these days. If they were really caught on camera and the video was posted on the internet, anyone could find out that he hit the old man. It was going to get his dad in trouble. "Okay, I'll go ahead; call me when you're done."

 

Although the fat traffic cop was extremely averse to watching Jia Dapeng arrogantly leave, he was more afraid of being electrocuted. Even if he couldn’t show off this time, he would still have another chance later, but if he put himself in the thick of it, he stood to lose a lot.

 

Jia Dapeng stared at the traffic cops, snorting disdainfully, "Take care when you go out in the future."

 

After that, he jumped into the Land Cruiser, started the car and whistled at the crowd in front of him. The crowd scrambled out of the way, and the car roared out. He did not expect to hear the loud sirens of police squad cars coming after him. Two police cars appeared,  blocking the road in front of the Land Cruiser!!!

 

VRRRRRMMMM!

 

Jia Dapeng stepped on the throttle and surged forward!

 

Behind the squad cars came a roaring ambulance. The crowd was anxious to get out of the way. The ambulance entered the scene and three or four doctors and nurses in white coats quickly jumped off and rushed to the comatose sanitation worker.

 

Jia Dapeng jumped back out of the car. Seeing it was the real crime-fighting police that blocked his path, he naturally began getting worried!

 

The City Police Station received a report from citizens that someone with a broomstick was beating a sanitation worker in New Century Square. He seemed to be high or drunk. The two police cars had actually arrived 5 minutes ago. Of the eight policemen, only two were official officers. They had a lot of experience, and carefully looked across the street at the cars that the rioters were driving over here. They knew they were worth a fortune.

They would avoid a fight if possible. But if he doesn't control himself well, he would spread out the matter to a certain extent. Now that the Internet spread information so fast, people couldn’t just sit back and watch. Even if you might want to call the person in charge, he couldn’t ignore it. It was all about the badge on their shoulders. To be honest, they were afraid of being reported for inaction.

 

Seeing that the situation was escalating further and further and could no longer resolve itself, the two police cars made use of the gap when the rioters started the car, brushed across the road, and rushed directly to the entrance to the square.

 

Jia Dapeng arrogantly kicked the front of the nearest police car. Of the eight cops, only two were full-fledged police officers on duty, while the others were all auxiliaries, making less than 2,000 Yuan a month.

 

People were not stupid. When something happened, no one would rush forward, especially when it came to Jia Dapeng, who was very strong and completely fearless. Those who dared to kick a police car were either crazy or confident that they had nothing to fear from the cops!!!

 

Zhang Dali, afraid of the situation getting worse, ran over and asked, "Which of you are on regular payroll?"

 

Two cops looked at each other and stepped forward. "What's wrong?"

 

Zhang Dali approached and whispered a few words to them, then took out his mobile phone and called Li Faxian, the director of the City Police Station.

 

Being able to receive the city special police detachment deputy commander's call, Li Faxian was extremely excited. After inquiring about the situation, he immediately told Zhang Dali to pass the phone to the nearest officer and told him, "You are blind. That is the special police deputy commander. The guy with him is the son of the head of the Minucipal Public Security Bureau, Jia Quan! Let them go immediately! In fact, provide an escort for them. Disperse the crowd. If there were any videos taken, request them to be deleted on the spot. Arrest anyone who refuses."

 

After the cop answered the phone, his face turned green, and he said to Zhang Dali and Jia Dapeng with trepidation, "Oh my God. Commander, This was just a big misunderstanding. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

 

The six auxiliary policemen dispersed and drove away the crowd. This incident had to be covered up and not be allowed to cause any trouble to Director Jia.

 

Jia Dapeng nodded contentedly, lightly hitting the nearest cop’s shoulder and saying, "You’re smart. You two know each other. Otherwise, I’d have you take out of this uniform within minutes."

 

"Yes, yes, yes. Mr. Jia, take your time."

 

One of the officers anxiously said, "We will escort you wherever you’re going."

 

"No, it's too eye-catching. I like to keep a low profile," Jia Dapeng swaggered.

 

Zhang Dali did not like this kind of pretentious style, but there was little he could do about it. In this situation, if he did not make use of Director Jia’s name, it would have been impossible to put an end to the matter so effortlessly.

 

At that moment, a white 3.0T Audi Q5 passed by.

 

Zhu Fei was driving the car and Qin Feng sat beside her. They were about to go to the western side of New Century Square to eat boiled fish with bean sprouts for lunch.