Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

It's the same old routine again. Zhou Xiong felt his head buzzing and his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath, unable to bear the suffocating environment and his mother's pointless crying any longer. He turned and quickly walked out of the reception room, wanting only to find a quiet place to clear his mind.

"Hey! Where are you going! Come back here! Zhou Xiong! How dare you leave!" Quan Zhenyu shouted and jumped up behind him.

However, Zhou Xiong didn't get far. Right at the entrance of the detention center, two men in plainclothes with serious expressions stopped him and showed him their identification.

"Comrade Zhou Xiong, we are from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. Please come back with us to cooperate with the investigation."

Zhou Xiong froze, his face turning deathly pale.

The last shred of hope was completely shattered.

He knew it was over.

The He family, or rather the forces behind He Wanqing, have made their move.

Moreover, it was so swift and decisive, leaving absolutely no room for maneuver.

He didn't even have the right to struggle; at this moment, he could only hope that the other party would leave him a way out and not let him be doomed forever.

Quan Zhenyu chased after them and just saw her son being led into the car from behind.

She was startled at first, then, like a hen being strangled, she let out an even more piercing scream:

"Son! My son! Why are you arresting my son!"

What law did he break?! My God! The police are arresting people arbitrarily! Is there no law anymore?!

She lunged forward, trying to pull at the two disciplinary committee staff members, her sharp fingernails flashing in the air.

"Madam, please calm down! Do not obstruct official business!" the staff member warned sternly.

"Official business? What bullshit official business! My son is the bureau chief! How dare you lowly people arrest him? Let him go! Let him go!" Quan Zhenyu completely lost her mind and began to hurl insults without thinking, even trying to headbutt people.

"If you continue like this, we will take coercive measures against you for obstructing official business and assaulting a police officer!" another staff member said sternly, his face cold.

The chilling word "arrest" finally pierced Tong Zhenyu's frantic nerves.

She froze, staring into the policeman's emotionless eyes, a chill rising from the soles of her feet.

She stopped attacking, but instead plopped down on the ground, slapping her thighs and wailing loudly:

"My life is so miserable—the police are bullying this uneducated old woman—God, please open your eyes—"

However, no matter how much she cried and wailed, all she received in response were the indifferent or disgusted looks from those around her and the police's merciless expulsion.

When she was finally "asked" to leave the police station and dumped on the roadside like a tattered sack, she looked at the unfamiliar city with its bustling traffic and hurried pedestrians.

She then truly realized that her usual tantrums and unreasonable behavior, which had worked so well in the countryside, were worthless here.

A mixture of confusion, fear, and resentment.

She suddenly remembered that her daughter had mentioned "He Wanqing" before.

Correct!

It's all that bitch's fault!

My son must have been arrested because of her!

She's going to settle the score with that bitch!

My daughter said that woman's company is nearby!

Quan Zhenyu, covered in dust and dirt, got up, hailed a taxi, and gave the address of "He's Group".

Along the way, she watched the numbers on the meter ticking away, her heart aching with worry.

As they approached their destination, her eyes darted around, and she immediately adopted a fierce expression.

As soon as the car came to a stop, she screamed:

"This short distance costs over a hundred? You're an unlicensed taxi!"

"Robbery! Everyone come quick! A heartless driver is ripping off passengers!"

The driver, a middle-aged man with an honest-looking face, was clearly unprepared for this situation and was momentarily stunned, awkwardly explaining:

"Auntie, this is a metered fare. The distance is long, and there's waiting time..."

"What do you mean by 'metering'?! I think you tampered with it!"

"Are you trying to bully this old woman because she doesn't know anything?" Quan Zhenyu's voice was even louder, attracting the attention of many people.

Some people have already started taking out their phones to film.

The driver's face turned bright red, he was both anxious and angry:

"How could you talk like that!"

"So what if I say that? You drivers."

"You lowly people, you despicable scum, all you know how to do is cheat and swindle!" Quan Zhenyu's curses became increasingly vulgar, her spittle almost landing on the driver's face.

She is well aware of the power of combining "vulnerable groups" with "unreasonable arguments," especially in the internet age.

Although she didn't understand, she instinctively felt that this would put pressure on the other person.

The driver was trembling with anger. Looking at the raised phones around him, and thinking about the possible cyberbullying and platform penalties, a deep sense of frustration and fear welled up inside him.

His lips trembled, and finally, under the relentless insults and the stares of the onlookers, he said dejectedly:

"...Stop filming, stop talking...You, you give me twenty yuan, that'll be it..."

The fare was 108 yuan, but they only charged 20 yuan.

It's not even enough to cover the cost of gas.

Quan Zhenyu, like a victorious rooster, arrogantly tossed down twenty yuan, and before getting off the bus, she spat at the driver:

"Pah! You lowlife! You dare to mess with me? You deserve to be a lousy driver your whole life! You're a lowly person! A dead commoner!"

This statement completely ignited the anger of some bystanders.

The crowd glared at her angrily, and some couldn't help but speak up in condemnation:

"How can you be like this? It's so unreasonable!"

"Exactly! They're bullying honest people!"

Quan Zhenyu, however, remained completely unfazed. With her hands on her hips, she retorted with even more vulgar, shrewish, and louder profanities.

She spent her entire life struggling in the lower rungs of society, honing her skills in "street swearing," possessing a rich vocabulary and employing vulgar and offensive tactics.

The passersby, mostly educated, were stunned and embarrassed, momentarily speechless and forced to retreat by her "random punches".

Seeing this, Quanzhenyu became even more smug and was about to continue expanding his gains.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of a sleek, high-quality black sedan slowly driving toward the entrance to the building's underground parking garage.

Although she didn't recognize the car logo, the car's imposing presence and the driver's respectful manner as he waited for the gatekeeper to lift the barrier gave her the intuition that the person inside was no ordinary person.

In a flash, a crazy idea seized her.

My daughter once said that He Wanqing is the boss of a big company, so she must drive a nice car!

This car...maybe it is!

Without time to think, Quan Quanyu was dominated by anger, fear, and his fierce nature.

Suddenly bursting with speed beyond her years, like an out-of-control cannonball, she slammed into the front of the car that was about to drive into the garage!

"Squeak—crunch—!!"

The ear-piercing screech of brakes, sharp enough to make your teeth ache, tore through the noise in front of the office building.

The black sedan's tires left two charred marks on the ground, and it finally came to a stop in a dramatic fashion, less than half a meter away from the old woman with outstretched arms and a ferocious face!

Inside the car, He Wanqing was jolted forward by inertia, but was pulled back firmly by the seatbelt.

She looked up, still shaken, her heart pounding in her chest.

Through the windshield, I met a pair of murky eyes filled with madness, resentment, and a willingness to risk everything.

A middle-aged woman wearing a gaudy floral shirt and with messy, curly hair.

Like a character straight out of a street farce, he stood with his arms outstretched, blocking the front of the car, every wrinkle on his face etched with a reckless arrogance.

He Wanqing frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing through her mind—a staged accident?

still is……