Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—"

The piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached, tearing apart the streets of Jingzhou CBD.

Several police cars with flashing red and blue lights were almost floored when they braked suddenly and came to a stop in the plaza of the Lingxiao Building.

The car door was pushed open with a "bang".

Zhao Donglai, the director of the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau, wearing a peaked cap and with a stern face, led seven or eight fully armed police officers as they quickly got out of the car.

"Director Zhao! You've finally arrived!"

Upon hearing this commotion, Chen Dashao, who was lying in the mud, felt as if he were hearing his own father calling out.

He scrambled out of the stinking puddle, covered in mud, and stumbled toward Zhao Donglai.

"Arrest them! Arrest them right now! Cuff all these gangsters!"

Young Master Chen's high-end custom trench coat, worth over 100,000 yuan, now smells worse than a rag.

He pointed at Shen Pojun, who stood as steady as a mountain on the steps, spitting as he spoke, half a broken tooth sticking out, looking both pitiful and comical.

"Zhao Donglai, I am a member of the Chen family in the capital!"

"These thugs not only broke my bodyguard's arm, but they also threw me into a puddle in the street! This is fucking attempted murder!"

Young Master Chen grew more and more confident as he shouted, puffing out his chest.

In his view, once the iron fist of the system arrives, no matter what kind of conglomerate you are, you will have to obediently kneel down and call him grandpa.

Back in Beijing, which branch bureau chief wouldn't bow and scrape before him, offering him cigarettes and lighting them for him?

Zhao Donglai frowned, took a half step back in disgust, and dodged the mud splattered at him by Young Master Chen.

A few months ago...

If Zhao Donglai knew that the heir of the Chen family in the capital had been beaten up in Jingzhou, he would be terrified.

Without hesitation, they would arrest a few people to quell this man's anger.

But now?

Even if Zhao Donglai had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to lay a finger on Master Yan's head at the entrance of Lingxiao Building.

What kind of international joke is this?

Even Party Secretary Sha Ruijin and Party Secretary Li Dakang now have to be mindful of the attitude of those in this building.

You, a pampered young man from out of town, dare to act wildly in Handong? Do you really think Lord Yan is a pushover?

I understand everything perfectly well, but I still have to go through the formalities.

Zhao Donglai adopted a serious, businesslike demeanor and coughed with a stern face.

"Quiet! The police are handling cases; you don't need to tell me how to do things."

Zhao Donglai glanced at Young Master Chen, then turned to look at Shen Pojun on the steps.

"Captain Shen, what exactly is going on?"

Zhao Donglai's tone was very polite, even carrying a hint of negotiation.

"Why make such a commotion in broad daylight? It's such a bad influence."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Chen immediately became agitated.

"Zhao Donglai, are you blind? Can't you see all my injuries? What are you asking? Just arrest him!"

"Young Master Chen, please calm down."

Shen Pojun scoffed and slowly pulled an ultra-thin tablet out of his suit pocket.

He strode down the steps and handed the tablet to Zhao Donglai.

"Director Zhao, our Lingxiao Consortium has always abided by the law and never caused trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble either."

Shen Pojun tapped the screen with his long, slender fingers.

"The whole story, from beginning to end, is here. You'll understand as soon as you see it."

The tablet screen lit up instantly.

A shockingly clear surveillance video was immediately played.

This is not ordinary camera footage, but rather a holographic VR-level ultra-high-definition camera unique to the Yunxiao system.

In the picture.

Young Master Chen, accompanied by more than a dozen Blackwater bodyguards, arrogantly stormed into the lobby.

He pointed at the front desk and started cursing, then waved his hand, and the bodyguard kicked the huge amethyst feng shui ornament to pieces.

Immediately afterward, despite Shen Pojun's warning, the bodyguards not only did not stop, but instead drew their alloy batons and launched the first attack.

The camera captured even the ferocious expression on the bodyguard's face clearly.

Shen Pojun's security personnel only retaliated the moment the other side's stick came down.

"Director Zhao."

Shen Pojun pointed to the mess of amethyst fragments scattered all over the screen.

"This group of unidentified individuals broke into a private office area and deliberately damaged property worth five million dollars."

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold.

"Moreover, they were armed and attacked our security personnel first."

"The Ministry of Justice has already defined it online. Here, we call it absolute self-defense."

The evidence was conclusive, and the footage was so clear that even the saliva flying from Young Master Chen's mouth could be seen.

Zhao Donglai didn't even wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He didn't even bother to look at it a second time, and simply handed the tablet back to Shen Pojun, mentally sentencing Young Master Chen to death.

"You're talking nonsense! Your cameras were tampered with!"

Young Master Chen was still stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, pointing at the surveillance footage and cursing loudly.

"Zhao Donglai, don't listen to his nonsense! I'm the victim! If you don't arrest him today, I'll skin you alive tomorrow!"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Donglai suddenly turned around and roared, making Chen Dashao's eardrums ring.

The iron-fisted bureau chief looked righteous at that moment, his eyes sharp as a knife.

"Mr. Chen, the surveillance footage is crystal clear; you cannot distort the truth here!"

"Sorry, the surveillance footage shows that the Lingxiao Consortium members acted entirely in self-defense!"

Zhao Donglai stretched out his thick finger and poked Chen Dashao in the chest without any hesitation.

"On the contrary! It was you who, along with a group of people, is suspected of provoking trouble and intentionally damaging a huge amount of property!"

Young Master Chen was instantly dumbfounded.

He stared with bloodshot eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"What...what did you say? You dare to arrest me?"

"You're the one we're after!"

Zhao Donglai waved his hand and gave a death order to the police officers behind him.

"Men! Cuff them all! Take them back to the station for an emergency interrogation tonight!"

"yes!"

Several fierce-looking police officers immediately pounced on him.

"Snap! Snap!"

The cold, gleaming silver bracelet mercilessly handcuffed Chen Dashao's muddy wrist.

Lu Ze, the top star who had been huddled in a puddle pretending to be dead, was so scared when he saw that the police were serious that he wet his pants.

"Don't arrest me! I'm just a singer! This has nothing to do with me!"

Lu Ze begged for mercy, tumbling and crawling, but was still dragged up by the two police officers like a dead dog.

"How dare you! I'm from the Chen family of Beijing! My father won't let you get away with this!"

Young Master Chen struggled desperately, letting out desperate roars.

Zhao Donglai sneered, stepped forward, and patted his face.

"Young Master Chen, this is Handong, not your capital."

"If you break the law in Handong, even the Emperor himself will be stuck in jail!"

This resounding statement became the final straw that broke Chen Dashao's back.

His vision went black, and he felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest.

With a "poof" sound.

He actually coughed up a mouthful of blood, his legs went weak, and he fainted in despair in that stinking puddle.

"Take him away! Don't let him die here and dirty the Lingxiao Building!"

Zhao Donglai waved his hand dismissively.

The officers acted swiftly, lifting the unconscious Chen Dashao into the police car.

The sirens blared again, and the police cars arrived quickly and left even faster.

The farce was swiftly and decisively suppressed.

The crowd watching the spectacle in the square erupted in enthusiastic applause, giving everyone a thumbs up.

Shen Pojun stood on the steps, watching the police car drive away, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

He turned around and took out an encrypted walkie-talkie clipped to his waist.

"Mr. Zhou, the trash at the entrance has been cleaned up."

On the other end of the walkie-talkie came Zhou Yuan's nonchalant yet chilling laughter.

"Well done, Lao Shen. But these flies in Beijing, you kill one, and there's a whole bunch more."

"Has anyone written from Master Yan? He's all alone in that dangerous place in the capital right now."

Shen Pojun raised his head and looked at the few wisps of clouds on the northern horizon.

He gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, his voice low.

"Just received a message via private line. Master Yan is hosting a banquet at Diaoyutai tonight, and I will be attending alone."

"Oh?" Zhou Yuan's voice instantly rose in pitch on the walkie-talkie, filled with excitement.

"It seems Lord Yan thinks the waters in the capital are too shallow and is preparing to stir up trouble himself. Tell me, which powerful figure do you think will be in big trouble tonight?"