After breaking up with my boyfriend, I made a fortune and rose rapidly in my career.

Chen Ping stood in the center of the circle of more than twenty thugs, his face expressionless.

He didn't look at the glaring steel pipes, but simply unbuttoned the right cuff of his white shirt, and then his left.

Then, to everyone's puzzled looks, he rolled up his sleeves to his forearms, revealing his forearms.

He stood upright, his feet planted on a broken precast slab.

That chilling aura made the thugs at the front subconsciously slow down.

"Damn it! You dare to act tough with me!"

Zhao Ming thought Chen Pingfang was just putting on an act. He spat the cigar from his mouth onto the ground, crushed it out with his toe, waved his hand, and roared fiercely.

"Cripple him! My brother-in-law will take the blame if anything happens! Let him know what Nanzhou is all about!"

After the wall broke, Zhang Chao held his breath, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to steady his trembling hands on the phone.

The camera focused on Zhao Ming's distorted face, clearly recording his words, "My brother-in-law is taking the blame."

Just as the thugs' steel pipes were about to fall, Chen Ping made his move.

Instead of retreating, he crouched down and charged forward.

His figure moved quickly through the ruins, using a crooked load-bearing pillar beside him as cover as he cut into the side of the thugs.

The action is fast.

"Bang!"

He didn't use his hands, but just his shoulder to bump into the man in front, sending him flying backward and knocking down two people behind him.

In the chaos, Chen Ping casually picked up the steel pipe that the burly man had dropped.

In the blink of an eye, the roles of offense and defense were reversed.

All the thugs were stunned.

They couldn't understand how this young man, who looked like a secretary in an office, could be so good at fighting.

Chen Ping held the steel pipe and didn't linger. He moved quickly, and each swing of the steel pipe whistled through the air, accurately striking the opponent's wrist or knee.

"Snap!" "Ah!"

Then came screams of agony. He didn't strike hard, but each blow rendered his opponent helpless, leaving them writhing on the ground clutching their injured joints. In less than ten seconds, three or four people were lying on the ground.

This is a completely one-sided situation.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Ming's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He pulled out a black short crossbow from his back waist, with a bolt already loaded.

He raised his arm and aimed the arrow at Chen Pingfang.

"Watch out!" the elderly workers around cried out in alarm.

Zhang Chao's heart was in his throat; it almost jumped out of his chest.

Chen Ping's eyes turned cold. He quickly reached into his breast pocket with his right hand and pulled out a black fountain pen.

Just as Zhao Ming pulled the trigger and the crossbow bolt shot out with a "whoosh".

Chen Ping tilted his head to the side, and the arrow flew past his ear and embedded itself in the broken wall behind him.

At the same time, the pen in his hand flew out.

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

The pen landed squarely on the web of Zhao Ming's hand as he pulled the trigger.

"ah--!"

Zhao Ming let out a scream, the pain making him shudder, and the short crossbow in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Before he could react, Chen Ping was already in front of him, using a joint lock to twist Zhao Ming's arm behind his back. Then, he used his knee to pin him against the broken wall.

Chen Ping used his knee to pin Zhao Ming's back, immobilizing him, while simultaneously pulling the pen from the back of Zhao Ming's hand and pressing the pen tip against Zhao Ming's neck, coldly saying:

"If anyone moves again, I'll make sure they never speak again!"

The remaining dozen or so thugs were stunned, frozen in place, and dared not take another step forward.

"You...you dare touch me?" Zhao Ming, who was being held down, was still defiant. "Let me tell you, my brother-in-law is Wang Weidong! The vice mayor of Nanzhou City! The local police station is on its way! You're dead."

Upon hearing this, Chen Pingfang did not react.

He pulled an encrypted phone out of his pocket with one hand, and instead of dialing 110, he dialed a private number directly.

The call connected quickly.

"Third brother, you can bring your men in now." Chen Pingfang's voice was calm. "Location: Hongxing Chemical Plant in the East District. There are more than twenty people on site, violently resisting law enforcement, carrying weapons, and attempting murder. In addition, the main culprit admitted that his protector is Wang Weidong, the vice mayor of Nanzhou City. All the evidence has been recorded by my men."

Zhao Ming paused for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into laughter: "Haha, pretending! Keep pretending! The third brother? Recording? You think this is a movie?"

His laughter stopped.

Because police sirens could be heard in the distance.

But the sound was different from the familiar sirens of the local police cars; it was more urgent and piercing.

Less than three minutes later, several black SWAT riot control vehicles drove into the ruins. The doors opened, and a team of SWAT officers rushed out, wearing helmets, carrying submachine guns, and dressed in black combat uniforms.

The team leader was a young police officer with two bars and one star on his shoulder, Qin Gang, who was on secondment to the Criminal Investigation Corps of the Provincial Public Security Department.

"Don't move! Disarm! Put your hands on your heads and squat down!"

Before the thugs could react, they were scattered, their steel pipes were disarmed, and they were all pinned to the ground.

Zhao Ming stared blankly at the "Jiang A" armbands and provincial department logos on the special police uniforms, his face turning pale instantly.

He finally realized that the young man in front of him had never intended to solve the problem through local channels in Nanzhou, but instead had directly called people from the province.

Chen Ping put down his pen and released Zhao Ming. He walked over to the old worker who was sitting on the ground in fright, helped him up, and then went to the dilapidated wall where the relocation notice was posted, and tore the notice down.

He watched as Zhao Ming was escorted into a police car by two SWAT officers, then turned to Zhang Chao, who was running over, and said, "Make three copies of the video. Cut out the parts where Zhao Ming mentions Wang Weidong, and encrypt them."

As the setting sun cast its rays, it stretched Chen Ping's shadow long across the ruins.

He obtained the first crucial piece of evidence to deal with Wang Weidong.

……

The riot police vehicles kicked up dust and disappeared at the edge of the shantytown.

Qin Gang from the Provincial Criminal Investigation Department walked over, handed Chen Pingfang a cigarette, and said admiringly, "Pingfang, you've really made quite a stir. Tonight, I'll treat you to a celebration."

"Let's skip the celebration." Chen Ping waved his hand, refusing the cigarette, his gaze still fixed on the direction where Zhao Ming had been taken away. "This is just the beginning."

He turned to Zhang Chao beside him, his voice calm: "Record the video, make three backups overnight, seal them, and no one is allowed to watch it without my order."

"Yes, Director!" Zhang Chao nodded heavily.

Chen Pingfang didn't say anything more. He walked alone to a taxi parked by the roadside, opened the door and got in, leaving Qin Gang and Zhang Chao with only his back to him.

Instead of returning to the municipal government, the car drove along the riverside road all the way to the viewing boardwalk under the Nanjiang Bridge.