"Stop talking nonsense. Just stop when I tell you to. The police are investigating a case..."
The member of the joint defense team shone his flashlight into the car again, the light lingering on Qin Xuanbing's face for a while. Just as Zhuang Rui was about to get angry, the man stretched out his hand and said, "Take out your driver's license, vehicle registration, and ID card for inspection!"
"Young Master Yan, are these the two cars you're talking about?"
In a car not far from Zhuang Rui, with its lights off, sat Yan Kai and a policeman in uniform.
Chapter 593 Intentional Injury
The two cars were only seven or eight meters apart. Yan Kai used the headlights to clearly see Zhuang Rui in the driver's seat and immediately said, "Yes, that's them. Lao Fan, if you get this done, I won't treat you unfairly..."
To be fair, Young Master Yan wasn't entirely naive; at least he knew how to make a promise. This Old Fan was the deputy director of the town's police station. Young Master Yan didn't know him personally, but through introductions from some of his cronies in Zhonghai, he somehow managed to find Old Fan.
As the saying goes, a local official is more powerful than a distant one. Don't underestimate Lao Fan just because he's not a high-ranking official; he's an expert at doing these disgusting jobs.
"Young Master Yan, don't worry, I'll definitely handle this for you. They'll be locked up for at least three to five days..."
Old Fan, at just over thirty years old, has managed to become the deputy director, overseeing dozens of joint defense teams. He's just quick-witted and gets by purely through cleverness.
Old Fan was originally at home preparing dinner with his wife, but he received a call from a big shot in the bureau, so he immediately ran out.
It doesn't matter if he and his wife miss a meal, but if it delays his career advancement, that would be a big deal. Hearing from someone in the bureau that the young man in front of him was someone important, Lao Fan was very respectful. After finishing his lunch around 4 p.m., he gathered a group of people to set up a checkpoint here.
In a small town like this police station, there are only four or five regular police officers on staff. The rest are members of the joint defense team. The people Lao Fan brought out this time are all locals who work in the joint defense team at the station.
However, Lao Fan was still a little uneasy. He asked Yan Kai several times on the way and only felt relieved after learning that the people he was dealing with were just a few people in the antique circle.
If it were some well-known chicken-blood stone merchants, Lao Fan wouldn't have dared to come. Although those people aren't involved in officialdom, they're rich. These days, money and power are absolutely equivalent. If he takes care of them now, what will he, a mere director, amount to when they settle scores later?
Yan Kai was on his way today. He first took Lao Fan and a bunch of joint defense team members out for a good meal and drinks in town before setting up the checkpoint here. As the saying goes, even an emperor doesn't starve his soldiers.
"These are the two cars. First, confiscate their ID cards..."
Sitting in the police car, Lao Fan picked up the walkie-talkie and gave an order. He spoke in the local dialect, and even if Zhuang Rui heard it, he couldn't understand what was coming from the walkie-talkie.
Old Fan was a cautious man; he knew the saying "when gods fight, ordinary people suffer." So, he decided to stay out of the fray. If the other side was also powerful, he'd still have some room to maneuver.
"What are you doing? A traffic cop or a criminal investigator? Do you have law enforcement authority?"
Zhuang Rui was furious when he saw the auxiliary police officer with his hat askew and an electric baton at his waist. He wanted a driver's license and vehicle registration? He remembered that traffic police hats were white, right?
"You...you don't care if I'm a traffic cop or a criminal investigator, hurry up and show me your ID, don't delay us from carrying out our mission..."
The man was taken aback by Zhuang Rui's words. In this small town, they always walked with their shoulders held high. This man, used to being arrogant, easily became ignorant of his own limitations. Although he thought Zhuang Rui's car was nice, he didn't take Zhuang Rui seriously.
"Get out of the way, don't delay my journey..."
Zhuang Rui smelled alcohol on the man's breath and, too lazy to waste words with this idiot, rolled up the window of the Hummer, stepped on the gas, and drove past him. After playing the role of Liu Xiahui for several days, Zhuang Rui was in a hurry to get back to Zhonghai for a romantic getaway.
"Hey, hey, stop him! Stop this car!"
The joint defense team had never seen anyone ignore him before. Before they knew it, Zhuang Rui's car had driven seven or eight meters away, and even the white BMW behind it had followed. The man quickly shouted loudly.
As he shouted, the men who had been standing by the roadblock ran toward Zhuang Rui's car. These men were fearless. "We're on a mission. Do you think you can just run someone over?"
They won. This uniform is still sacred at times. Zhuang Rui didn't dare to crash into it and could only stop the car. However, he was already furious. These members of the joint defense team in front of him didn't seem like decent people at all. They were clearly looking for trouble.
"Damn, this kid's pretty arrogant. Guys, let's pull him down..."
After stopping Zhuang Rui's car, a tall, burly man reached out and pulled on Zhuang Rui's car door. They were used to being arrogant in this small town and had seen many merchants who came here to buy chicken blood stones. They were all very polite to them. This was the first time they had seen Zhuang Rui's attitude.
"broken……"
Sitting in the car next to him, Lao Fan felt a chill run down his spine when he saw his men rushing forward, cursing and swearing. He recognized the Hummer and saw that it had the Zhonghai license plate, so he knew that even if the people inside weren't officials, they must come from wealthy families.
These days, if you don't know a few people in official circles, you're only fit to sell fish balls on the roadside. Nowadays, you need someone to take care of you in business. If you say that a Hummer with a Zhonghai license plate doesn't have connections, Lao Fan definitely won't believe it.
If I really beat them up, I'll probably be out of a job as deputy director. As for the big shots in the bureau? They'll definitely deny that he ordered it.
Thinking of this, Lao Fan quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Enforce the law in a civilized manner! Enforce the law in a civilized manner!"
Young Master Yan gave Old Fan a dissatisfied look. If I wanted to enforce the law in a civilized manner, why would I have called you here?
The group of guys who rushed forward waving batons didn't notice the voice on the walkie-talkie. The alcohol they drank that night had clouded their judgment, and they were thinking about showing off their skills in front of their boss.
"Damn it, they don't listen to orders..."
Old Fan panicked. Even if these people didn't have any connections, he couldn't resort to violence. If something went wrong, he would definitely be the one to take the blame.
When Lao Fan first started working, he once saw an internal police notice that mentioned a bodyguard who worked as a bodyguard for a national leader. He went home to visit his family and stopped a theft at the train station. In the process, he injured the thief and was taken to the police station by the police for assault. The man was originally from the disciplined forces, so he obediently went with them.
Who knew that the police system at that time was a mixed bag? Some people had some unclear relationship with thieves, and they were handcuffed as soon as they entered the police station.
Due to military discipline, the man never revealed his identity. Who knew that he would be beaten to death by a group of people in the cell that night? This incident caused a huge uproar, and some leaders in the city were implicated. The person directly involved was sentenced to various punishments (this is a true story). Although Lao Fan promised the leaders in the bureau that he would handle the matter, the leaders' words were very vague, and he dared not risk his political life for it.
Most importantly, Zhuang Rui and his group were driving Hummers, not riding bicycles. If they had been riding the latter, the auxiliary police would have beaten them up first, and perhaps Lao Fan wouldn't have been in such a hurry.
But when Lao Fan got out of the car, he was stunned. What he saw was not the people in the car being dragged out and beaten, but seven or eight people lying on the ground. By the light of the car headlights, Lao Fan was sure that he was not seeing things. Those seven or eight people were his men.
"Old Fan, did you see that? They're violently resisting law enforcement, pulling out guns! Damn it, no matter how good they are at fighting, can they outrun a bullet?"
Yan Kai was extremely excited. He could assault a police officer without even needing a reason to deal with Zhuang Rui and the others. He didn't care that he would be discovered, so he rolled down the car window and started shouting at the top of his lungs.
Old Fan didn't see what happened clearly, but Young Master Yan, sitting in the police car, witnessed Peng Fei's skills once again.
Just as the auxiliary police officer was pulling open Zhuang Rui's car door, Peng Fei jumped out of the BMW. Without saying a word, he went up and delivered a low kick to the man's knee. Then, facing the oncoming men, he quickly and easily took down all the small fry.
Peng Fei was not a member of the security bureau. He always believed in attacking and attacking again. On the battlefield, if you wait for others to attack, you will lose the initiative.
Zhuang Rui is now not only his sugar daddy, but Peng Fei also regards Zhuang Rui as his older brother from the bottom of his heart. He also knows that these people are similar to thugs. If Zhuang Rui is dragged out, he will definitely be beaten. So he hit him hard, and you can tell from the pained cries coming from the ground.
"Damn it, it's that troublemaker again..."
Upon hearing Yan Kai's voice, Zhuang Rui immediately understood what was going on and turned around to say, "Xuanbing, don't get out of the car, I'll go out and take a look..."
"Brother Zhuang, get in the car quickly, I'm fine..."
Peng Fei had just heard Yan Kai shouting for money when he saw Zhuang Rui come down and immediately stood in front of him. Young Master Yan was right; he could fight, but the policeman was more than ten meters away. If he had a gun and his marksmanship was accurate, he wouldn't have been able to dodge it.
"What the hell are you yelling for? Damn it, you're going to kill me..."
Old Fan was incredibly annoyed. Damn it, he even pulled out a gun. Just by looking at the bodyguard's skills, he knew that the young man who came down behind him was no ordinary person. If he were just a small antique dealer without any background, would he hire a bodyguard who could take on more than a dozen people?
"We received a report from that gentleman saying that someone was intentionally assaulting someone, which is why we set up a roadblock here. You refused to be checked first, and now you've assaulted a police officer. Please cooperate with my work and show me your ID cards..."
Old Fan's words were perfectly reasonable, leaving no room for criticism. The police responded to the report, so it shouldn't be considered wrong, right?
Chapter 594 Level
"examine?"
Zhuang Rui sneered, pushed aside Peng Fei who was blocking his way, and said, "Shouldn't you show your identification first when you're on a mission? Also, that guy reeks of alcohol. I heard that civil servants are prohibited from drinking alcohol during work hours..."
Upon hearing this, Lao Fan gasped, his mind clearing considerably. This young man was quite sharp, directly hitting his weak spot.
He was rendered speechless by Zhuang Rui's words. Who told these little bastards to be so reckless with alcohol? The seven or eight of them drank six or seven jin of baijiu that night. Not to mention them, even he himself was reeking of alcohol. If this matter were to be taken seriously, he would indeed be in the wrong.
Seeing a hint of panic on the policeman's face, Zhuang Rui continued, "These days, there are plenty of highway robbers and bandits. Those security guard uniforms are everywhere; you can buy them anywhere. Who knows if they're real or not? We were acting in self-defense. Is there anything else? If not, we're leaving..."
"Hey, hey, you can't leave. Here's my police ID. That gentleman reported you for intentional assault, and we need your assistance in the investigation..."
When Lao Fan saw Zhuang Rui and the others about to leave, he was extremely annoyed. He was at home preparing a meal, but what bad luck had he had to get dragged into this mess?
Old Fan has now realized that Young Master Yan is the type to stir up trouble, and the person he's looking for trouble with is a tough nut to crack. This matter might just escalate into something big.
However, Lao Fan didn't dare let Zhuang Rui and the others leave just like that. Otherwise, with so many wounded soldiers on the ground, plus the orders from his superiors, he would be finished.
After showing his police ID, Lao Fan decided to take Zhuang Rui and the others back to the station and report to the bureau chief. As for how to handle the situation, he would not interfere, so as not to cause trouble for the underlings.
"Old Fan, why waste words with them? Take out your guns and see if they still dare to be arrogant."
Young Master Yan, who had been hiding in the back car, couldn't hold back any longer. He opened the car door and jumped out. Although Peng Fei was good at fighting, he couldn't very well hit him in front of the police, could he? He was now fearless.
"Police officers don't need you to teach them how to handle cases!"
Old Fan wanted to distance himself from Young Master Yan to avoid being accused of colluding with Yan Kai. Hearing Yan Kai's words, his brows furrowed even more.
"Hey, Lao Fan, you..."
"Alright, as a witness, you get in the car first, we'll go to the station together..."
Fearing that Young Master Yan might bring up the drinking incident again, Lao Fan quickly turned around and gave Yan Kai a look. Yan Kai then realized what was happening and silently returned to his car.
Although Zhuang Rui didn't witness Lao Fan and Yan Kai's subtle actions, he sensed something from their conversation. It would be truly strange if there wasn't something fishy going on between the two of them.
"Brother Zhuang, what should we do? Should we just go back to Zhonghai..."
It was obvious that this policeman and Yan Kai were in cahoots. Peng Fei's idea was to drive directly back to Zhonghai and then immediately fly to Beijing. He didn't believe that a local cop could chase someone all the way to Beijing.
"That's not good. Let's go to the police station with them first. By the way, Peng Fei, are those people alright?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhuang Rui shook his head. He hadn't done anything wrong, and running away would only make people think he was guilty. However, the few members of the joint defense team who had been knocked down by Peng Fei were still standing up unsteadily, and Zhuang Rui was afraid that Peng Fei might have really hurt them.
"It's nothing, you just drank too much..."
Peng Fei pursed his lips. Although he hit harder than usual, he would never hurt anyone.
"Alright, Officer Fan, you drive ahead, we'll follow behind..."
Zhuang Rui said something to Lao Fan, then turned and got into the Hummer. Lao Fan was helpless; his men were incompetent, and he didn't dare to draw his gun. He felt really frustrated being a policeman.
Everything that happened outside could be heard clearly inside the car. After getting in, Zhuang Rui didn't explain anymore and said directly, "Xuanbing, it seems we can't go back to Zhonghai anytime soon. Why don't you, Uncle De, and Brother Wei go to town first and find a hotel to stay in?"
"No, I'll go with you..."
Qin Xuanbing shook her head.
Zhuang Rui disagreed, saying, "With Peng Fei following along, he won't suffer any losses. What's the point of you, a girl, following along..."
"No, I'm going with them, just in case they..."
"Zhuang Rui, let's go together. It's that Yan family brat causing trouble..."
Uncle De interrupted the young couple's argument. He knew some big business owners in the Changhua-Lin'an area, such as Qi Zhu's father, who bought Zhuang Rui's antique beaded flowers. Qi Zhu had a high reputation among Zhejiang merchants, so settling such a small matter should be a piece of cake for him.
"Alright, Zhuang Rui, drive and follow, I need to make a call..."
Zhuang Rui had no choice but to listen to Uncle De, so he started the car and followed the beat-up Changhe police car.
"Hey, Lao Qi, this is Lao Ma from Zhonghai. I'm in Changhua right now. I can't come to see you today, but I'll definitely visit in a few days. It's like this, there's something I need to ask about a nephew of mine..."