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Zhang Qiliang let out a breath as he watched the girl's figure disappear behind the broken wall.

To be honest, Zhang Qiliang has no particular prejudice or likes or dislikes towards animals or pets.

In other words, as a terrifying upright ape, Zhang Qiliang discriminates against all other animals equally, especially those beasts that pose even the slightest threat to humans.

At the same time, the woman's shrill voice on the phone at the second-floor window came to a pause. She seemed to finally remember something, and her gaze casually swept across the open space below.

"Ximi? Where has that dead dog run off to again..." she muttered, her gaze aimlessly sweeping across the open space, past the pile of junk, past the mottled ground... and then, she froze.

A few seconds of deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a ripping, unbelievable scream ripped through the air above this desolate area:

"Simi—!!! My dog!!!"

The second-floor window was suddenly pushed open wider, and the middle-aged woman in her pajamas leaned halfway out, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the motionless, brownish-yellow body lying on the ground. The color drained from her face, replaced by a furious purplish-red.

Zhang Qiliang slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly meeting the woman's fiery stare.

The woman saw him, and his calm expression.

In an instant, all the doubts and astonishment turned into irrefutable accusations, pointing the finger directly at this unfamiliar young man.

"You! Was it you?! What did you do to my Ximi?!" The woman's voice became shrill and distorted, her finger trembling as she pointed at Zhang Qiliang.

Considering that this woman had scolded the Rottweiler earlier, Zhang Qiliang decided to give her a chance: "Killing stray dogs, what, you have a problem with that?"

"Bullshit!!" The woman exploded instantly, spitting at us from a distance of several meters. "What stray dog?! That's my Ximi! My pet! It has a name! Can't you see the collar around its neck?! You blind bastard! You dare kill my dog?! Do you know how expensive Ximi is?! You pay for it! You pay for my dog!!"

“If it has an owner,” Zhang Qiliang nodded slightly, “then it means the dog was allowed to injure someone?”

"Letting the dog run wild? Ximi is the best behaved! It was just playing with that little girl! Who told you to meddle?! Who do you think you are?! You're crazy! I'm calling the police! You wait! I'll call the police and have you arrested right now! Intentionally damaging other people's property! Intentionally causing injury! You'll be going to jail!!"

10. On-site teaching

"Look, you've made a mistake again..."

Zhang Qiliang raised his head with a smile: "Intentional injury, is that it?"

The moment he finished speaking, Zhang Qiliang stretched out his leg again, swinging it like a battle axe, and struck the side of the Rottweiler's corpse with the back of his foot.

"Bang—!!!"

A thunderous roar suddenly resounded!

The next moment, the heavy dog ​​carcass, weighing over a hundred pounds, was thrown out of the ground as if by a catapult, drawing a low and swift parabola, heading straight for the open window on the second floor!

It moved so fast that it left only a blurry, brownish-yellow afterimage in the air!

The woman upstairs's pupils constricted as she witnessed the entire event—the man downstairs kicked the dog, its carcass flying up and crashing towards her—every detail was crystal clear, but her body couldn't keep up with the lightning-fast speed.

The scream had barely escaped halfway from his throat...

"Boom! Crash—!"

The dog's carcass smashed solidly through the window glass, its momentum undiminished, like a heavy bundle filled with sand and gravel, slamming hard between her arms and chest as she hastily raised them to block!

"Ugh—!"

An irresistible force struck, causing the woman excruciating pain in both arms. It felt as if her internal organs had shifted, and she was thrown off the ground, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the floor behind her. She rolled half a circle before coming to a stop.

Shards of broken glass mixed with dog hair and dust fell down, covering her completely.

The excruciating pain and suffocation made her vision go black and her ears ring.

My face was cut by shards of glass, leaving several small cuts that stung painfully. My nose also seemed to have been hit, leaving it sore and achy. Warm liquid trickled down my lips, tasting of rust.

I have a dull ache in my chest and a sharp, stabbing pain in my ribs; I don't know if it's a fracture.

She curled up on the ground, panting heavily, unable to recover for a long time. She struggled in pain and dizziness, trying to get up using both hands and feet.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something even more terrifying—

The young man downstairs had somehow arrived at the foot of her self-built house and was looking up at her with a leisurely air.

Seeing her poke her face out in terror, her face covered in blood and dust, the young man smiled again.

Then, without squatting down to gather strength or making any running start, he simply bent his legs slightly in place and then pushed off forcefully!

"Whoosh!"

The young man's body seemed to be equipped with a powerful spring, instantly lifting him up from the ground at an astonishing speed!

Upon reaching the height of the second-floor windowsill, the young man casually placed his hands on the windowsill and the protruding part of the exterior wall, and with a fluidity and speed that defied the laws of physics, he darted directly into the second-floor room, landing steadily on the floor in front of her, the broken glass crunching under his feet.

Behind the window of another self-built house in the distance, a shadow that had been peeking out suddenly shrank back, and the window was gently closed.

The woman froze completely, unable to even scream in pain, only boundless fear gripping her heart.

Looking at the bloodstains on the woman's face, the young man nodded with apparent satisfaction: "See, that's what you call intentional assault..."

As he spoke, the young man's eyes showed no rage or excitement, only calmness and composure.

This sent a chill down the woman's spine more deeply than any ferocious expression.

She was so frightened that she forgot to cry, and all that remained was her body trembling uncontrollably, like a candle flickering in the wind.

This is not over yet.

Seeing the woman sprawled on the ground, only able to gasp for breath and unable to utter a complete sentence, Zhang Qiliang bent down and grabbed the back of her pajamas by the collar.

The fabric felt like paper in his hands, and the woman felt like a light, floating doll, lifted off the ground by him with one hand.

Then, he swung his arm—

"what--!!!!"

The woman felt dizzy and her vision went completely distorted. He threw her out of the broken window like a piece of trash!

The wind howled shrilly in my ears, and the hard concrete ground below rapidly magnified!

The scent of death is overwhelming!

Just when she thought she was about to hit the ground, an irresistible force came from the back of her pajamas collar and pulled her backward!

"Uh!"

The downward momentum was abruptly stopped, and the woman was suspended in mid-air, headfirst, less than a foot from the ground, swaying precariously.

The collar was so tight it hurt her neck, almost suffocating her. The extreme fear caused her lower body to heat up, and she completely lost control of her bladder.

“Now,” a calm voice came from above, “I’ll teach you what it means to have a dog with an owner.”

Zhang Qiliang, carrying the woman with one hand, glanced around the living room on the first floor and quickly noticed a string of things hanging behind the door—an old-fashioned long iron chain made of thick iron rings, about the thickness of a thumb. In the urban village, many families would use this to lock the security door downstairs at night.

He carried the woman back to the street and threw her on the ground like a rag doll.

The woman was so terrified that she didn't even have the strength to get up and run away.

Then, Zhang Qiliang took off the heavy iron chain, picked it up in his hand, and weighed it in his hand, making a clanging metallic sound.

He walked over to the woman, quickly wrapped one end of the chain around her neck twice, then, holding the other end of the chain, his gaze fell on a sturdy concrete utility pole not far away.

The next moment, Zhang Qiliang exerted force with his arm, and the iron chain drew an arc, making a heavy whooshing sound, and quickly wrapped around the middle of the utility pole several times.

Then, gripping one end of the chain, Zhang Qiliang's arm muscles bulged slightly as he began to tighten them forcefully.

"Crunch... crunch..."

A sickening metallic scraping and taut sound rang out.

The thumb-thick iron rings were forcibly straightened and tightened under terrifying force, each ring bearing enormous stress, deeply embedded in the surface of the cement utility pole, even drawing out fine powder.

Finally, Zhang Qiliang gripped both ends of the chain with both hands, let out a low shout, and twisted and buckled with all his might!

With a clang, the joints and entangled parts of the chain were deformed and jammed by inhuman force, the interlocking links snapping together to form an incredibly strong knot.

Zhang Qiliang released his grip, but the iron chain remained motionless, taut like a bowstring, firmly locking the woman's neck to the concrete utility pole.

The length of the chain was just right, forcing the woman to squat shamefully on the street, unable to go inside or break free.

"Have you learned it?"

Zhang Qiliang stared at the woman and asked her a question. As if by reflex, the woman quickly nodded repeatedly.

Finally, Zhang Qiliang straightened his sleeves and slowly disappeared into the shadows of the deeper, more winding alleys of this old city.

Behind a few windows, a figure could be vaguely seen shrinking back in a panic, drawing the curtains tightly. Further down the alley, there seemed to be scattered gazes sweeping quickly across the dim light before disappearing just as fast, not daring to linger.

For a moment, only that figure chained to the side of the street remained, uttering a faint, intermittent, mournful cry in the rising wild wind.

11 Strange Police Incidents

At around 3:40 p.m., the express police station on Mingde Road in the western district of the provincial capital received a report that someone in Dongfeng Lane had been chained to a utility pole.

The call was made by a nearby resident using their own mobile phone, reporting that someone in Dongfeng Lane was chained up and the situation was strange.

In the background, the woman's hoarse and terrified cries could be faintly heard, the content of which was incoherent and included words such as "kill the dog" and "throw it off the building".

Although the caller found the description bizarre, the keywords "illegal detention" and "personal injury" were enough to trigger the response procedure.

A few minutes later, the police car arrived at the entrance of Dongfeng Lane.

Veteran Zhao Jianguo and young Sun Haoran got off the bus and walked into this old neighborhood.

Even from some distance away from the self-built house, they saw a crowd gathered, and the buzzing of pointing and whispering could be heard.

The scene was more eye-catching and bizarre than expected.

A middle-aged woman wearing pajamas and with injuries on her face was tightly chained to a concrete utility pole by a heavy iron chain as thick as a thumb. The chain was wrapped around her neck, and the other end was fixed to the pole, taut and straight.

The woman could only squat by the roadside in an extremely humiliating posture, on the verge of a mental breakdown, sometimes crying and cursing and sometimes pleading.

The arrival of the fast-track class caused the onlookers to retreat slightly, but the discussions became even noisier.

"Oh dear, it's really locked! What kind of grudge could they have?"

"I heard it was her dog that started the trouble..."

"But you can't lock people up like animals! It's terrifying!"

"Lock her up... she looks quite refined, but she's really ruthless."

"Someone tried to help with the chain just now, but they couldn't budge it at all. It's weird!"

Zhao Jianguo and Sun Haoran quickly parted the crowd to check on the woman's condition.

Upon seeing the fast-paced man, the woman became agitated again, incoherently accusing the "bespectacled madman" of killing dogs, throwing her from the second floor, and locking her there with her own iron chain.

She had glass cuts on her face, bloodstains in her nostrils, and was clutching her ribs in pain as she spoke, possibly indicating a rib injury.

"Madam, calm down, let us help you untie it first." Sun Haoran reassured her while he and Zhao Jianguo inspected the iron chain.

The chain, about the thickness of a thumb, was made of old-fashioned iron rings, but now it was wrapped in a complex and tight knot on the telephone pole. The rings were interlocked and squeezed together in an unbelievable way. It was not an ordinary lock at all, but more like it had been forcibly twisted and fused together by a huge force.

The two pulled hard, trying to find an opening, but the chain wouldn't budge, instead causing the woman to scream in pain again.

“No, we can’t open it.” Zhao Jianguo was experienced and could tell at a glance that the tools at hand were useless.

While instructing Sun Haoran to maintain order and conduct preliminary questioning of key witnesses, he used a walkie-talkie to call for backup, specifically requesting that the fire department bring heavy demolition tools.

While waiting for the fire department, Zhao Jianguo conducted a preliminary survey of the scene.

The core of the situation on the first floor is naturally the locked woman and that strange iron chain.

He looked up at the broken window on the second floor and decided to go up and take a look.

Upon entering the second floor of the self-built house, an even more shocking scene came into view:

The carcass of a large Rottweiler lay on the bedroom floor, its neck broken at an odd angle, clearly killed instantly.

There was a huge dent on the side of the dog's body, with glass shards and wall debris scattered around it;

Dog hair hung from the edge of the broken window. Combined with several fresh footprints on the exterior wall below, which were quite high up and could not have been left by ordinary climbing, as well as the wall plaster scattered on the ground below the windowsill, Zhao Jianguo roughly reconstructed a horrifying scene in his mind—a heavy dog ​​carcass had been thrown up from downstairs in some way, smashed through the window, and hit the female homeowner inside.

What terrifying power and precision that would require!

Fragmented descriptions from onlookers—"his strength was terrifying," "he went up to the second floor in a flash"—matched these physical traces, piecing together a vague yet extremely oppressive image of the attacker: young, wearing black-rimmed glasses, silent, possessing terrifying explosive power and physical strength.

The fire truck arrived quickly.

Even professional firefighters were surprised after inspecting the chain; they rarely saw such a degree of metal deformation and locking mechanism.

Heavy hydraulic shears were brought in, and under everyone's watchful eyes, the jaws gripped the most critical twisted node.

"Ready—cut!"

"Crack! Explosion!!!"