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As a result, all the vehicles—densely packed together, stretching as far as the eye could see—were parked on both sides of Xing'an Road.

Xing'an Road itself is not wide, a standard two-lane design, about seven meters wide.

Now both sides are occupied by vehicles, with a row of cars parked on each side, leaving less than three meters of passage width in the middle.

The width is only enough for one car to pass carefully.

And that's not all.

Many vehicles are not parked properly in the marked parking spaces—in fact, the parking lines have long been blurred and are instead squeezed into any available space.

Some cars are parked with their front ends right next to each other, leaving such a small gap that the doors can't be opened; some are parked diagonally in the gaps, with half of their bodies sticking out onto the road; and some are even parked directly at intersections and turns, making the already narrow passage even narrower.

Several elderly people sat on the stone benches at the entrance of the residential area, basking in the sun and chatting.

“Last night, Old Li’s son came home late and had nowhere to park, so he wandered around for half an hour.”

"That's nothing. The day before yesterday morning, people dropping off their kids at school and those going to work got stuck inside for twenty minutes and almost got into a fight."

"We've complained so many times, what's the use? Who cares about this area?"

"You should say, who can control this mess?"

That's right, who can control this mess?

This is not a problem that can be solved by dealing with a few drivers who park illegally.

Zhang Qiliang can find drivers who honk their horns indiscriminately and shut them up; he can push aside the most obstructing cars; and he can even give every illegally parked car owner a lesson they will never forget.

and then?

Tomorrow, there will still be just as many cars, the roads will still be just as narrow, and people will still have to go to work and school.

Even if A is punished, B and C will still fall into the same predicament.

The problem is structural, and you can't even blame the planning: who knew that in just over twenty years, there would be so many cars in the city!

This is not a problem that the Homelanders can solve.

We need to ask Sun Wukong for help.

Of course, since he was already there, Zhang Qiliang didn't just sit idly by.

That evening, Zhang Qiliang wandered to the vicinity of a compound whose name could not be directly stated, removed two "No Honking, Violators Will Be Fined" signs, and planted them on both sides of Xing'an Road. He also took two security cameras that he had casually taken from the vicinity of the compound, tore them into strips from a plastic bag, and tied them to nearby utility poles.

Anyway, there are relevant departments on duty 24 hours a day near the yard, so it doesn't matter whether there is such a sign or not. As for the camera—whether it is powered on or not, as long as this thing exists, passing vehicles will always be more cautious.

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The second most discussed topic was nighttime disturbances to the neighborhood.

Subject: Modified Motorcycle Night Racing

Latest complaint time: 23:07

Content: Here they come again! Seven or eight high-displacement motorcycles, their exhaust pipes roaring like thunder, are speeding on the newly paved road behind Jinxiuyuan residential area! My child had just fallen asleep when they were woken up again! We've reported it to the police several times, but they run away when the police arrive, and come back when they leave!

Location marker: North side of Jinxiuyuan Residential Area, extension of Fenglin Road

Jinxiuyuan is a newly built residential community in the last two years, located in a development zone on the outskirts of the city.

The area north of the residential area used to be farmland, but now it has been leveled and a two-way four-lane asphalt road has been built – the extension of Fenglin Road.

The road has been repaired, but it has not yet been officially inspected and handed over, so there are no streetlights or traffic monitoring systems installed.

That's why this place became a paradise.

Zhang Qiliang heard the sound when he was still 200 meters away from Fenglin Road—it was a roar that tore through the night sky from a modified exhaust pipe.

Four or five motorcycles sped back and forth on the empty new road, the high-revving roar of their engines echoing repeatedly in the darkness.

He slowed down, turned off the headlights, and quietly turned onto the dirt road beside the road.

After passing a vacant lot piled with building materials, the scene before my eyes came into view:

All four motorcycles were large-displacement street bikes, and the reflective stickers on their bodies shimmered in the darkness.

The exhaust pipe has obviously been modified. The original muffler has been removed and replaced with a short straight pipe, which produces an explosive sound every time the throttle is turned.

The riders were all very young, appearing to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

No one was wearing a helmet; some wore balaclavas, while others simply wore baseball caps.

They sprinted back and forth on a straight track about 500 meters long, and at each end they would violently spin around, their tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground.

On both sides of the road, about 100 meters apart, are high-rise residential buildings in the Jinxiuyuan community.

Many windows were lit, and some were even pushed open, allowing glimpses of people peering in this direction.

Zhang Qiliang watched quietly for two minutes.

Then he bent down and picked up a few small stones from the ground.

Another motorcycle completed its sprint, turned around, and slowly slowed down before returning from the distance, its speed gradually decreasing to around 20 mph.

Zhang Qiliang calculated the lead time, flicking his fingers lightly.

"puff."

With a soft thud, the pebble hit the motorcycle's exhaust pipe precisely.

The motorcycle jolted violently, the engine emitted a strange "coughing" sound, and then a plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust, causing the speed to drop sharply.

The rider hurriedly steadied the handlebars and managed to slide the bike to the side of the road and stop.

"Holy crap! What's going on?" The boy lifted his mask and checked the exhaust pipe with a bewildered look on his face.

The other three cars also pulled up one after another.

"Ah Jie, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, it suddenly lost power, the exhaust pipe seems to be blocked?"

The four teenagers huddled together, looking down to inspect the broken-down car.

The dim streetlights shone down from above, casting flickering shadows on their young faces.

Zhang Qiliang certainly couldn't bring himself to hurt such a little guy.

There's no need to say anything: This is not the age where normal communication is possible!

The footsteps were silent, but the four boys sensed the approach of some kind of presence almost simultaneously.

The group looked up and saw a young man in a dark coat standing a few meters away.

The burly boy, who was the first to react, instinctively tried to push the bike, but his hand had barely touched the handlebars—

The figure moved.

One second they were a few meters away, the next they were right in the middle of the four boys.

The speed was so fast that the retina couldn't capture the complete movement trajectory.

Zhang Qiliang reached out, grabbing A-Jie and another skinny boy by the back of their collars with his left hand, and grabbing the burly boy and the last boy wearing a baseball cap by the collar with his right hand.

His movements were as decisive as picking up a chicken at the market.

Before the four boys could even gasp in surprise, their feet were already off the ground.

The four people, weighing a total of over 200 kilograms, were as light as rag dolls in Zhang Qiliang's hands, and were steadily lifted off the ground.

Zhang Qiliang turned around and strode towards a failed scenic area to the west.

Running all the way.

Zhang Qiliang's running style was completely beyond the teenagers' comprehension.

Their bodies were suspended in mid-air, the night wind blowing against their faces, making it impossible to open their eyes.

The scenery on both sides receded wildly in the darkness—streetlights, tree shadows, walls, and the outlines of distant buildings were all blurred into flowing blocks of color.

All I could hear was the whistling wind and the muffled pounding of my own heart.

They tried to struggle, but the hands gripping their collars were like iron clamps, the force perfectly controlled—enough to prevent them from breaking free, yet not enough to suffocate them.

Someone tried to shout, but as soon as they opened their mouth, a mouthful of cold air was forced in, leaving them only with muffled whimpers.

The path up the mountain stretches out beneath your feet.

Zhang Qiliang's pace did not slow down at all, and he appeared even more steady on the rugged mountain path.

He avoided the main road and chose a steeper path, lightly touching the rocks, tree roots and embankments with his toes, climbing upwards as if walking on flat ground.

The four teenagers went from initial shock to bewilderment, and finally, only a chilling fear remained.

Clearly, the boys had realized that the person carrying them was not a "normal person" in their understanding.

They didn't know how much time had passed—maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, their sense of time blurred by the jolting and fear—before they were put down.

When their feet touched solid ground, their legs buckled and the four of them collapsed into a heap.

Looking around, this is an abandoned viewing platform halfway up the mountain.

The cement floor is cracked, and weeds are sprouting from the cracks.

The unfinished pavilion's skeleton looked like the bones of a monster in the night.

All around was the bottomless darkness of the mountains and forests, with only the lights of the city below in the distance, appearing as tiny as scattered gold dust.

cold.

The mountain wind blew through them without any obstruction, penetrating their thin motorcycle suits.

The sweat that had just been produced from fright was now clinging to my skin, and after a night's breeze, goosebumps immediately appeared.

Zhang Qiliang walked up to the four boys and took their cell phones out of their pockets one by one.

Then, with just two leaps, he completely disappeared from the retinas of the teenagers.

"What...what does he want to do?" the thinnest one asked in a breathy voice, his voice trembling violently.

"I...I don't know..." A-Jie hugged his arms, his teeth chattering.

"If...if no one comes..." the thin boy's voice trembled with tears, "Will I freeze to death?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" the burly young man shouted, but his voice was trembling.

Ah-Jie tried hard to recall the survival shows he had watched: "Hypnosis... Hypnosis first makes you feel sleepy, want to sleep... and then you lose consciousness..."

"Water," the boy in the baseball cap suddenly said, "If you don't bring water, you'll die of thirst."

Are there wild animals on the mountain?

"I don't know... I've heard there are stray dogs..."

Fear festered in the silence.

Every cry of a night bird, every rustle of wind through the treetops, is amplified into a signal of danger.

They all looked down the mountain—the lights looked warm, but seemed as distant as another world.

Time passed second by second.

The cold seeped from the limbs into the torso.

Some people started sneezing, and some started having runny noses.

They huddled closer together, trying to warm themselves with each other's body heat, but their soaked clothes made it barely effective.

"I...I want to go home..." The thin boy finally burst into tears, his sobs particularly clear in the silent mountain.

No one laughed at him.

The other three had red eyes and were biting their lips tightly.

After dawdling for a while without making a sound, the four of them finally figured it out and stumbled down the mountain.

Just run... If you like running, run more.

……

Giving the teenagers a free night hike was just an appetizer.

The teenagers were at most rebellious.

The roar of the engine, the thrill of speed, and the envious glances of peers—these are too tempting for someone at an age with overflowing hormones.

The reason this topic has garnered such high attention is ultimately due to the inaction of certain departments.