Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Often, when people are guessing the process, they are completely wrong, but the conclusions they draw are completely right.

Wu Shu thought the same way. He guessed that the other party surrendered because he had encountered a danger that would silence him, so he turned himself in.

Silencing him was the right thing to do, and turning himself in was also the right thing to do, but Fan Da was the only one who was forced to turn himself in, something he hadn't expected.

But none of that matters. Since the other party knows the inside story, he has a way to make them spill everything.

A police officer has his own discipline, but he also has his own methods.

"Master Shu, how about I just find two of my underlings, put on a show, and then go in and interrogate him directly?" Dai Kun asked anxiously.

He was now very afraid that Wu Shu would send him in personally, since, judging from the intelligence of his men, there was a high chance they would mess this up.

"Do you think you own the police station?! You're sending someone in, and you can't even guarantee you'll get them to their cell!"

Even if you get in, what are you planning to do? Beat him half to death?

"Then tell me what to do, I'll listen to you." Dai Kun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice became even more submissive.

As long as the other party doesn't have that intention, that's fine.

"Go to the North City Detachment."

Upon hearing Wu Shu's words, the driver didn't dare to embellish the situation any further and immediately turned the car around and headed towards the North City Branch.

"You'll see that...that one in a bit."

"Qin Zheng?" Dai Kun prompted.

"Yes, him, you said that..." Dai Kun listened intently, afraid of missing a single detail.

It wasn't until I finished listening that my eyes lit up – brilliant!

He then looked at Wu Shu with admiration.

'My brother-in-law was right, people's brains really are different!'

As soon as the car came to a stop, Dai Kun, with a delighted expression, prepared to get out and offer his "advice."

"Remember, this is your own idea."

Upon hearing this, Dai Kun suppressed his inner turmoil and cautiously asked, "Master Shu, why...?"

But before he could even ask the question, Dai Kun met Wu Shu's cold gaze.

His heart tightened, and he immediately dared not ask any more questions.

He turned around, grabbed his bag, and jogged toward the police station, looking exactly the same as when Fan Da turned himself in.

It seemed as if someone was "chasing" them from behind.

When the driver was alone with Wu Shu in the car, he felt extremely uncomfortable, fidgeting and shifting his position.

I could only look at the people on the side of the road to distract myself.

At this moment, a man with the word "ruthless" tattooed on his body was leading two thugs.

He kept picking out apples from an old lady's stall.

The three of them picked up an apple and tasted it, but each only took a bite and spat it out.

And they kept picking the next one.

The three of them were laughing and joking, completely oblivious to the pitying look in the old man's eyes as he sold apples.

The driver curled his lip in disdain. These low-level thugs, after all these years, they haven't changed their tricks at all.

First, they make sure the other person can't stand it, then they use the excuse of the floor being dirty and messy to collect "sanitation fees."

They don't ask for much money, mostly just three or five yuan.

"Old woman, there's a worm in your apple!" The man with a buzz cut and a fierce tattoo glared at the old woman.

Startled by his glare, the other man panicked and stammered, "Young man, my...my apples...are all clean..."

"Clean? You sold apples with worms, and now my brother is sick from eating them! What are you going to do about it?!" The buzz-cut man had barely finished speaking when...

The younger brother next to him chuckled and clutched his stomach, repeatedly crying out, "Ouch, my stomach hurts! Ouch, the apple's poisoned!"

Another thug couldn't stand it anymore, shoved the other guy, and laughed, "Damn it, are you having a stomachache? Watch me put on a show for you!"

As he spoke, his expression began to writhe, and then he roared with a ferocious look, "Ah! My stomach hurts so much! This apple must be poisoned!"

"Damn! You act just like Blind Ke!"

Ignoring their exaggerated acting, the man with the buzz cut threw two more apples on the ground and yelled at the old woman, "Pay up! Still watching!"

The old woman shuddered at the shout, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked around helplessly.

Seeing that the other person was scared, the man with the buzz cut became even more arrogant.

He said smugly, "Stop looking, you're selling apples at a stall."

"Without even a license, they've gotten themselves into trouble..."

"hey-hey."

The man with the buzz cut made a clear threat in his words; his parents were street vendors.

Setting up a street stall requires a permit to cover the road space.

If you're selling food, you'll need two licenses and must "operate with the licenses displayed."

My parents spent a long time getting all the paperwork done.

Judging from the other person's embarrassed state, you can tell that they don't understand these things at all.

So, this group of people used this method to specifically collect "sanitation fees" from unlicensed businesses.

Some people don't even dare to report to the authorities, which allows them to succeed repeatedly after getting a taste of the benefits.

The two thugs behind the buzz-cut man immediately started winking and flattering him, saying, "Big brother, you're so cultured, it would be a waste if you didn't become mayor!"

The man with the buzz cut, flattered, said smugly, "Of course, otherwise how could I be your boss?"

"Hey! Old woman! Hurry up, or I'll flip this over!" The thug said, seeing the other woman constantly fiddling with the mandarin duck handkerchief but refusing to open it.

I felt a surge of anger.

It's just a few dollars; you'd think it was a death sentence if you didn't know better.

"How much do you want? Can you leave me some money...some money for my husband's medicine?" The old woman looked at the three men with teary eyes, her wrinkled hands...

He just wouldn't open the few loose bills wrapped in the handkerchief.

The driver couldn't stand it any longer. He decided to get out and do something about it. He rummaged around in the passenger seat for a while with his right hand and finally pulled out a short stick. He tested its weight in his hand.

After finding the length to be just right, he prepared to get off the bus and teach those thugs a lesson.

But at this moment, Wu Shu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, spoke up.

"See that tattooed guy over there?"

The driver didn't know what the other person was going to do, so he nodded subconsciously.

"Hit it."

The driver froze upon hearing this, nearly dropping the cane in his hand. He glanced at the North City branch, then whispered, "Master Shu, this is..."

He was thinking, "This is right in front of the police station! A little lesson is enough; there's no need to run the other person over!"

"I said, ram it! Didn't you understand me?" The ferocity in Wu Shu's eyes was like a tangible knife.

He kept slashing at the driver's face.

The driver felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a large hand!

He gritted his teeth, shifted the gear lever, and slammed his foot down. The car roared and shot off like an arrow released from a bow!

It hurtled towards the three of them at an extremely high speed!

The three thugs were casually tossing the old lady's faded handkerchief on the ground, licking their fingers and counting how much money she had.

Upon hearing the roar of the car engine, I instinctively looked towards the Santana.

Upon seeing the car heading straight for the three of them, the buzz-cut man's face immediately turned pale with fright! But he reacted quickly, immediately rolling to either side on the spot.

The remaining two also hurriedly retreated, one hand touching the wall behind them before they closed their eyes and placed their hand in front of them!

It's like being able to stop a car with your bare hands...