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The girl shook her head even faster: "I...I don't know them."

“You heard that,” the man in the white shirt turned back to the woman, “deliberately disturbing public order in a major public place, the facts are clear… well, come with us.”

"No, no, no..." The woman panicked completely.

The question was only asked a few words before it was fast-forwarded to "Come with us." This was definitely not a trip back to some happy hometown! The woman's face paled even more: "I...I really didn't mean that, sir. We...we...we just took up a seat...I'll give it up, I'll give it up right now...Mom, please get up!"

The old lady had already opened her eyes. Upon hearing this, she quickly and shakily stood up and gave up the seat that had caused the dispute.

"I apologize...yes, yes, I apologize!" At the same time, the woman with the wavy hair turned to the girl, speaking rapidly like a machine gun, her face full of apology, "Little girl, I'm sorry, it was my fault! Just now, auntie...no, no, I was wrong, I shouldn't have taken your seat! Please be magnanimous, don't hold it against me..."

She bowed repeatedly as she spoke.

The man in the white shirt looked on coldly.

The little girl had never seen anything like this before. Her face turned bright red, and she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. She could only instinctively grab the suitcase handle.

"Little sister, please forgive me, please..." The woman's voice trembled with tears as she bowed even more earnestly. "My mother... my mother's health is really not good... I... I was just afraid something might happen to her, and I was confused for a moment... really, please, please forgive me this time, okay?"

She even reached out to pull the girl, but the girl instinctively dodged away.

Embarrassed, the girl could only nod and whisper, "I...I forgive you."

"Sir! Look!" The woman was overjoyed and turned to the man in the white shirt. "This... young lady has forgiven me! Um... right, I should also apologize to everyone!"

As she spoke, the woman turned around, bowed deeply to the entire carriage, and said, "I'm sorry! It was my fault! I shouldn't have acted recklessly and disturbed everyone's rest. I'm so sorry! I will definitely be more careful in the future!"

Straightening up again, the woman looked hopefully at the white shirt.

“It’s good that you admit your mistakes and correct them,” the man in the white shirt said approvingly. “Alright, you’ve apologized. Now, come with us.”

The woman's smile froze.

"Sir...I...I was really wrong, my sister has forgiven me...Everyone...I've apologized to everyone too." The woman's voice trembled as she made her last struggle, her eyes fixed on the white shirt, hoping to see a hint of softening on that cold face.

"An apology is all it takes?" The man in the white shirt snorted, his voice low but clear enough to carry throughout the carriage. "If things aren't going well, just back down and say sorry... If someone forgives you, it's because they're kind and generous. What, are honest people just meant to be bullied by you? Are rules a joke?"

"Holy crap..." "No way?" "Did you hear that?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a buzzing sound immediately filled the carriage.

Having grown accustomed to the old ways of appeasement and assigning blame to both sides, the general public had never heard such a cathartic statement from an imperial official.

"Sir...I...I..." The woman was speechless, her face turning red and white in turns.

"Are you leaving or not?" The man in the white shirt stopped talking nonsense, his patience clearly exhausted.

"I...I..." The woman's lips trembled, her feet seemingly rooted to the ground.

"Cuff him." The man in the white shirt stopped looking at her and waved his hand decisively.

As soon as the order was given, the two special agents standing behind the woman immediately moved.

They moved swiftly and professionally, grabbing the woman's arms with the precision of two iron clamps, one on each side, and twisting them behind her back.

"Ah!" the woman cried out in pain, only then realizing the seriousness of the situation.

The woman finally panicked, or rather, she finally became completely panicked!

With so many people in the carriage, the situation is already this strict. If someone gets taken away, that would be terrible!

Yes, the woman did have some quick wit, but that was about it.

When the situation became truly critical, beyond the realm of the experienced "crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide," her mind was finally dominated by the most primitive and instinctive reactions.

"Help! The police are beating people!" she screamed, twisting and struggling desperately in an attempt to elicit sympathy and support from those around her.

"Click".

The crisp sound of a metal clasp rang out, and the gleaming bracelet was delivered.

The cold, hard touch didn't stop the woman; instead, it spurred her to accelerate to even more outrageous gears.

"Help! Murder! Rape by the fast class!!!"

As soon as he shouted those words, the entire carriage fell silent, and even the faint noises coming from other carriages seemed to disappear.

All the passengers, including the train conductor and crew, were stunned and could hardly believe their ears.

The man in the white shirt instantly turned ashen-faced, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

Given his status and the ups and downs he's weathered over the decades, when has he ever received such a frank and openly expressed benefit?

His lips trembled, and for a moment, he was too angry to even give an order; he could only forcefully wave his arm.

Without further ado, two more special agents stepped forward, and together with their original teammates, the four of them worked together, almost lifting and carrying, to forcibly drag the woman, who was still kicking and screaming wildly, toward the connecting area between the carriages.

"Help! Everyone, quickly film this! A gang is about to gang rape a woman! Mom! Mom! Help me!!"

The woman was screaming hoarsely, her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared all over her face, looking like a madwoman.

"You beast! My daughter!!" There was no need to cry for help. Seeing her daughter being forcibly taken away, the old woman, who had been trembling when she got up just now, was instantly given a shot of adrenaline and burst out with amazing vitality.

With an agility far beyond her years, she suddenly leaped up from the side and rushed to the white shirt in a few steps. Her face was full of resentment, and her withered hands were bent like claws. She raised her hand and scratched the white shirt's face hard!

"You heartless bastard! You bully women and children! We, your mother and daughter, will fight you to the death!"

Fortunately, the men in the white shirt were indeed well-trained elites.

In a flash, two special agents quickly moved in.

A small stun gun in one person's hand flashed blue light and accurately struck the old woman's arm as she lunged at him.

"Ugh!" The old lady trembled violently, her movements instantly stiffening and becoming numb.

Almost simultaneously, another agent raised the pepper spray he had been holding and sprayed it all over the old woman's face without hesitation.

She let out a series of violent coughs and screams, then fell backward, where she was easily held down by the special agents behind her.

Hey, that's why they say the old man is still quite blessed.

Beside them, two other students from the fast class had already pulled out sticks.

Looking at the old woman on the ground, tears streaming down her face, and then at his own collar, which was askew from quickly dodging, the man in the white shirt twitched his face and coldly squeezed out four words through gritted teeth: "Take her with you."

The uniformed officers carried or dragged them out of the carriage.

"Snapped……"

"Clap clap..."

"Clap clap clap..."

It's unclear who started it, but a round of applause erupted in the carriage.

60. Take care of yourself.

While the white shirt was being disgusted by these two monstrous creatures...

Hundreds of kilometers away, in Yunshan City.

Dark clouds loomed over the largest council hall on the top floor of the government building.

The oval-shaped rosewood conference table was already full of people, and in front of each attendee was a copy of the "Implementation Plan (Draft for Comments) on Further Promoting the Upgrading and Renovation of the Drainage and Flood Control System in Our City and County".

“Everyone is here,” said the prefect of Yunshan, who was sitting in the main seat, gently pushing aside the heavy plan in his hand.

He was about fifty years old, with a calm face, and at this moment there was an unyielding solemnity between his brows... well, if you looked more closely, you could also find a bit of worry. "The original agenda has been postponed. There was a problem, so we're changing the topic at the last minute."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prefectural magistrate standing right next to him on the left immediately chimed in: "We have reliable information..."

The prefectural magistrate's gaze slowly swept over the heads of various bureaus, departments, and offices present. "The provincial government... may have an important leader who will take time out of his busy schedule to visit our city this afternoon to take a look around."

The officials and clerks, who had just sat down and hadn't even opened their documents yet, all showed surprise upon hearing this and quickly exchanged glances with each other.

Reliable sources! This afternoon! An important leader!

Take a look around, take a stroll...

Most importantly, there wasn't even a proper inspection target!

These things combined together...

Those present were all officials who had been immersed in the system for many years, and they all knew perfectly well: this was a surprise attack...

Sure enough, to the right of the prefect, the magistrate in charge of the treasury and many key departments coughed lightly, his tone slower and more somber than that of the prefectural magistrate:

"The fact that our leaders are showing concern is a sign of their respect for us, and it also serves as an encouragement. We should take this opportunity to reflect deeply and identify our shortcomings."

"Since the beginning of this year, the city's economy has been operating smoothly overall, but the growth momentum of some core indicators still has considerable room for improvement compared with the requirements of the overall development of the province and the annual targets."

"It's not just about economic data... In key areas such as maintaining stability, optimizing the environment, ensuring people's livelihood, and safeguarding the bottom line, there are still some shortcomings in our work that need to be addressed, falling short of the expectations of our superiors, the expectations of the people, and the high standards we have set for ourselves."

Every sentence, though lacking direct criticism, was a sharp rebuke.

After the prefect finished speaking, he turned his gaze back to the entire room, his voice not loud, but carrying the force of a final decision:

"Therefore, although this trip by the leaders is an informal research trip, we must attach great importance to it in our thinking and be extremely responsible in our actions, regarding it as a comprehensive test and powerful supervision of our overall work performance and the state of our cadre team."

At this point, the prefect paused briefly, his eyes sharpening: "All relevant government departments, especially those responsible for emergency response, petitions, urban construction, municipal affairs... and those in the main urban areas, must immediately get to work! The chief officials will personally oversee the work, and the assistant officials will specifically monitor it!"

"I want to emphasize this," the prefect said, tapping his finger heavily on the table, "that from this moment until the leaders leave Yunshan, the entire city must ensure that there are no mishaps, no blind spots, and no room for complacency! The city's appearance and environment, window services, construction sites, production safety, data records, public opinion dynamics... including any situation that may occur on the streets and alleys, must all be properly managed, controlled, and answered!"

For government officials, the prefect's requirements were nothing out of the ordinary. However, the sharp, almost clenched-teeth look in the prefect's eyes when he spoke sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Could it be that... this so-called "look around" is actually a special visit to see the prefect?

Amitabha Buddha, Heaven protect us! Even a cornered rabbit will bite, so please, please don't let a cornered tiger bite me...

"Now let's begin assigning specific tasks." The magistrate's voice brought everyone back to their senses.

The magistrate opened a brief outline that had clearly just been prepared and began issuing instructions.

Therefore, the details of these instructions made many experienced officials present feel increasingly uneasy.

"First, ensure smooth traffic flow at transportation hubs and main roads." The magistrate looked at the deputy chief of police and the head of the vehicle and horse administration department. "Immediately upgrade the duty level and increase manpower at railway stations, bus stations, and highway entrances and exits."

"Ensure that the flow of people and vehicles is absolutely efficient and rapid, and strictly prohibit any gathering, stagnation, or congestion."

"In particular, we must strengthen patrols in the station square and waiting areas, and carry out a thorough and ruthless cleanup and rectification of unlicensed taxis and illegal stalls outside the station."

The assistant magistrate paused for a moment while recording the events.

Welcoming leaders certainly requires clearing the environment, but emphasizing "quick passage," "no lingering," and "advising people to leave after a long stay" feels a bit off. It's more like... preventing some unstable element in the crowd, or hoping that a certain moving target will leave these areas as soon as possible?

"Secondly, urban appearance and social control." The magistrate's gaze swept over the officials in charge of market affairs, the deputy magistrate of the arresting department, and the chief of the commercial tax department.

"A high-intensity, quick and effective campaign to improve the city's appearance and maintain order will be carried out throughout the city, especially along transportation routes, in key areas, and in commercial districts."

"The core requirements are 'cleanliness' and 'quietness'."

"Occupying roads for business, mobile vendors, noise pollution, street disputes... any incident that may cause chaos, arguments, or crowds must be dealt with and resolved immediately to ensure that the streets are quiet and orderly... Two hours later, I want to see the streets clean and people are safe and sound."

The Market Commissioner and the Assistant Magistrate of the Arrest Bureau exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

"The streets are quiet" and "people are doing well"?

This demands an excessive level of detail.

While a pleasant environment is essential for welcoming leaders, the fact that even "disputes" and "onlookers" must be extinguished immediately suggests that this level of security exceeds the scope of ordinary security measures, revealing a zero-tolerance attitude towards "any incident."

"Third, window services and emergency duty." This time, it was aimed at all government departments involved in public services and administrative approvals.

"All offices and posts must be in peak condition within two hours."

"Be patient, professional, and provide information all at once."

"The key is to leave no room for anyone to complain or lodge a grievance, and to prevent any conflict arising from inadequate service."

"Emergency response teams and coordination mechanisms are fully activated. In the event of an emergency, we will handle it according to the most efficient procedures. Our primary goal is to control the situation, quell the impact, and report it in a timely manner."

Several people in charge frowned slightly.

"We can't leave any excuses for complaints and grievances," and "Control the situation and quell the impact"—these phrases have too much of a preventative and firefighting feel to them. They don't sound like they're preparing to showcase their achievements; they sound like they're doing everything they can to plug any potential loopholes.

"Fourth, public opinion and information management." The prefect looked at the heads of the Propaganda and Education Department and the Post Office, "Strengthen monitoring, especially local social media platforms and offline rumors."

"We must be highly sensitive to any vague information or video clips that involve our city and may trigger negative associations or hype, and quickly trace and analyze their sources and handle them in accordance with regulations."

"In the next few days, we absolutely cannot allow widespread discussion to occur, and we absolutely cannot allow it to become a hot topic."

"The above tasks must be completed by 1 p.m. today and maintained continuously. Each responsible department should immediately make arrangements and provide hourly reports on the implementation. The prefect and I will conduct spot checks as needed."

Once the magistrate put down the outline, the tiger, pushed to the limit, spoke again.

His voice, though not loud, silenced the entire room: "I'll emphasize it again, this is no ordinary event."

"Many comrades may feel that the requirements are too detailed or even harsh."