Chapter 2816

In the bathhouse, two men in sleeveless vests with blue tattoos on their arms were holding rubber batons, leaning on the counter and telling dirty jokes to two pretty girls.

Just then, the bathhouse door was kicked open with a bang, interrupting the two guys' flirting; anger surged instantly from their stomachs to their heads, they glared, and one of them arrogantly cursed.

"Fuck your mother, you kicked the door in, can you guys..."

As this guy was cursing and looked up, he saw two police officers enter; in the blink of an eye, over a dozen police rushed in. He didn't dare blink anymore, because more police kept pouring in from behind, and they were all holding guns.

"Clack!" The rubber baton fell to the ground; this guy very proficiently put his hands on his head and squatted down.

The other guy, whose hand holding the rubber baton felt as if scalded, flung it away with a whoosh, then went even further—he fell to his knees with a thud, then clasped his hands over his head and crawled forward, lying flat on the ground.

Zhao Hongyi entered and immediately had someone take control of the bar, then pulled out the phone line; after searching and finding no walkie-talkie, he ordered: "Old Wu, you take a small team and guard the lobby; Old Qian, you take the second team to the back door—no one is allowed to leave."

"The rest of you, follow me." Zhao Hongyi waved his hand and led the people upstairs.

Wu Jun looked at the two guys—one squatting, one lying prone—and snorted with laughter, then kicked the prone guy with his foot: "You damn, this move is very practiced—you haven't been to the palace much?"

The prone guy strained to lift his head, giving Wu Jun a fawning smile: "Police comrade, I'll cooperate fully; please, sir, go easy on me when you beat me—hit me a little lighter."

Wu Jun couldn't help but laugh again: "You little bastard, you really know how to read the room."

"Being aware of the times makes a hero." This guy grinned proudly: "Police comrade, am I not very literary?"

"What the hell literature!" The squatting guy said disdainfully: "That's a line from a video I watched last night."

"No way!" The prone guy cursed: "I can still remember movie lines, but you damn can't even remember them."

The squatting guy shifted sideways, then kicked the prone guy in the butt with his foot: "Memorizing lines doesn't add two taels of meat, the boss doesn't pay extra wages—what's the use of memorizing this crap?"

"Who says it's useless?" The prone guy protested: "I just used it a moment ago; when we get to the station later, I'll definitely get beaten less."

Wu Jun didn't stop them, and the more he watched, the happier he got. These two idiots definitely have something wrong with their heads—I don't know which genius hired these two "Heng and Ha" generals as security.

At this moment, the third floor was still quiet; Li Honghai and Zheng Mingyu seemed to have taken Nine-Revolution Divine Pills, rampaging in all directions, beating the enemy's two female generals into constant retreat, shouting for them to surrender.

Suddenly, the two stopped fighting at the same time, grabbed their ears, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from outside. It sounded like the second floor—shouts, screams, and chaotic footsteps—but then it quickly fell silent.

Immediately after, heavy and chaotic footsteps came up to the third floor, followed by bang bang bang—kicking on the doors.

"Police inspection—no moving, hands on head, squat down."

Zheng Mingyu's face changed drastically; if he got caught, he'd be utterly screwed for life. Mainly, his family's tigress would definitely tear him apart.

Zheng Mingyu's face turned pale as he scrambled to his feet; just as he found his pants and was about to pull them up his legs, the private room door was kicked open with a bang, and three officers in police uniforms, holding guns, rushed in.

"Don't move—hands on head, everyone squat down."

The two women screamed, grabbed their clothes to cover their bodies, then squatted on the ground.

Zheng Mingyu tried to stay calm: "I'm Zheng Mingyu, and I'm ironclad friends with Bureau Chief Liu of your precinct—just pretend you didn't see me; afterward, I'll definitely not shortchange you."

"Cut the crap—we don't know any Bureau Chief Liu; cooperate honestly, or don't blame us for being rude."

The speaker was precisely Li Qi, captain of the Second Company, Second Battalion of the Wool Factory Security Department; Zhou Andong had personally instructed them before the operation. This mission mainly aimed to arrest a criminal named Li Honghai, who might have someone named Zheng Mingyu with him. If they encountered these two, they should not talk much—immediately notify Captain Zhao.

"You damn don't want your own skin anymore?" Li Honghai, naked, pointed arrogantly at Li Qi's nose and shouted: "Fuck your mother, do you know who I am? Believe it or not, one sentence from me, and I'll have you selling sweet potatoes at home?"

"Slap!" Li Qi raised his hand and slapped Li Honghai hard across the face: "Your mother's—plenty of people can strip my clothes and make me go home selling sweet potatoes, but it's definitely not you and that Zheng-something Ming's dog basket."

Li Honghai had half his face swollen from the slap, stars flashing before his eyes, his head buzzing nonstop. He swayed left and right where he stood, then finally collapsed with a thud, sitting on the ground.

Zheng Mingyu was frightened and stepped back two paces, but quickly calmed down. As the saying goes, a scholar meeting soldiers—reason doesn't work; he didn't want to expose his identity, but at this moment, he couldn't avoid it. If he were truly arrested, it would really be over.

"I'm Zheng Mingyu, I'm in supplies..."

"Bang!"

Zheng Mingyu was cut off mid-sentence; Li Qi kicked him hard in the belly with a heavy, dull thud. Zheng Mingyu let out a piercing scream, hit the bed, then flopped to the ground with a thud.

"Damn, daring to violently resist the law." Li Qi gave a sinister laugh: "Handcuff them all for me."

Two factory security clerks exchanged a glance, heh-heh laughed, took out handcuffs, and cuffed Zheng Mingyu and Li Honghai. After they gathered in the factory, the factory manager had quietly instructed them: when they found the people, first give them a beating.

Since it was the boss's order, Li Qi and his men didn't care what identities Zheng Mingyu and Li Honghai had. In their hearts, heaven is big, earth is big—no one is bigger than their factory manager.

Zheng Mingyu clutched his belly with both hands, his body bent like a cooked shrimp, sweat pouring from his head and face from the pain. He had never dreamed he would ever get beaten.

At this moment, his anger had burned away all his rationality—no scruples left; even if arrested, it didn't matter. He now had only one thought: to skin the three dog things who insulted, humiliated, and beat him, then process their whole families together, making them wish they were dead.

"You're finished—I will definitely make you regret living in this world."

"Are you threatening me?" Li Qi gave a glance to a nearby clerk, then squatted down, smiling narrowly, and swung his hand down hard.

"Slap!" Zheng Mingyu's head was jerked violently to the side; a big tooth flew out of his mouth, bloody.

"Damn!" Li Qi shook his slightly numb hand: "Before you make me wish I were dead, I'll first make you taste what it's like to wish you were dead."

Zheng Mingyu's eyes widened round with fear: "You... you... you you you what are you going to do?"

Li Qi hehehe laughed sinisterly, straddling Zheng Mingyu: "Didn't I say? First, let you taste what it's like to wish you were dead."

Li Qi raised his palm and swung left and right; the factory manager's instructions must be carried out properly, steadily, without discount. This chance to serve the factory manager—after this, there probably won't be another.

After all, he's been this company captain for over four years; if he handles this well today, he might catch the factory manager's eye—maybe the company captain could be promoted, get a section chief position. If the factory manager is pleased, he could become the factory manager's confidant—let alone a section chief, even a department head would be within reach.

The more Li Qi thought about it, the more excited he got; his raised palm swung harder and harder. Zheng Mingyu could still shout at first, but after his whole face was punched into a pig's head, he could only lie there and groan.

As for Li Honghai, he had originally wanted to say a few harsh words, but when he saw Zheng Mingyu beaten so badly he didn't even recognize him, he was smart enough to lie there playing dead, not moving a muscle.

In his heart, he kept shouting: crazy, crazy—this police officer is really crazy. Now, it's no longer about whether this guy can go home selling sweet potatoes; it's about how many years this madman could be sentenced to.