Chapter 443: New and Old Grudges Settled Together

Chen Shaokang was competing with Aunt Huang, demanding that bag of crucial evidence—the illicit money!

The arrogant voice from outside suddenly rang in his ears: "Chen Kang, long time no see, you've grown some skills, you bastard!" It was really harsh to the ear.

Stepping out, I saw Zheng Sanshui swaggering in flip-flops, wearing flashy beach shorts, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, acting as cocky as a hotshot.

Chen Shaokang focused his gaze on Zheng Sanshui's left leg.

His left leg.

It had been broken by Lao Ba before.

Looking at his gait now, the detention center staff must have given him special treatment; otherwise he couldn't have recovered so neatly.

An arsonist and murderer was actually released just like that!

Thinking of the Zheng family's protection rackets, Chen Shaokang seethed with hatred, resenting his lowly position for being unable to catch those law-breaking beasts.

Zheng Sanshui!

Chen Shaokang glared at the arrogant Zheng Sanshui, suppressing his anger, and coldly issued an order: "Police business—please don't obstruct official duties, get out at once!"

Police?

Zheng Sanshui, as if hearing a huge joke, spat the toothpick from his mouth onto the ground with a 'pah'.

He strode with a step that showed no regard for kin.

He swayed up to Chen Shaokang.

He jabbed Chen Shaokang's chest with that greasy finger: "Damn your mother! What kind of cop are you? A suspended stray dog, my dad's about to smash your rice bowl, and you're still here—garlic!"

"……!!!"

Chen Shaokang gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and stared at Zheng Sanshui without a word.

Zheng Sanshui chuckled lightly: "What? Not satisfied? You clung to that outsider's thigh and forgot your own worth? In my eyes, you're always a dog!"

"……!!!"

Those words were like a dagger, instantly piercing Chen Shaokang's bottom line.

Initially Zheng Canghai used his protection-racket power to suspend him, then pressured him to bow to the Zheng family and act as their sellout, but he refused to compromise!

Now this bastard dares to rub salt in his wound to his face!

"Keep your mouth clean!"

Furious, Chen Shaokang swept his arm aside, knocking away the dog's paw that kept poking his chest.

"Hey, you dare to fight back? You've grown a temper."

Laughing, Zheng Sanshui suddenly shoved Chen Shaokang with a palm.

That palm strike came out of nowhere.

Plus, his foot happened to be on the spilled pig oil.

Chen Shaokang momentarily lost his balance; his foot slipped with a 'hiss', sending him stumbling back a few steps, his rear leg slamming into a huge jar.

With a 'crack', the jar fell and shattered.

Officer Chen!

Aunt Huang also found her voice, shouting angrily at Chen Shaokang: "You pay for my jar!"

"……!!!"

What the hell kind of people are these? Chen Shaokang couldn't be bothered with Aunt Huang.

He fixed his gaze on Zheng Sanshui: "Zheng Sanshui! You dare assault an officer!" Then, in a flash, he drew the shiny handcuffs from behind his waist, the cuffs clicking with a crisp sound as he lunged to clamp them onto Zheng Sanshui's pushing wrist—damn, last time I could arrest you, this time I can too!

"Fuck! You really dare to cuff?!"

Zheng Sanshui jumped back, yanking his hand away; the cold handcuff teeth scraped his wrist, leaving a red mark under the skin.

This completely ignited Zheng Sanshui's brutality.

Zheng Sanshui roared at the doorway: "Are you all dead outside? Damn it! Get in here and beat him to death!"

Before his voice faded, three muscular men in tight black vests burst in.

Having suffered losses before, Zheng Sanshui had obviously upgraded his entourage; these three guys each looked like human tanks, all powerhouse hunks.

The three exuded killing intent.

At a glance, you could tell they were professional enforcers raised by the Zheng family.

Chen Shaokang's heart gave a thump; he silently cursed, fumbled at his waist—damn, he'd come out unarmed today.

Almost at the same moment.

A sandbag-sized fist, whistling through the air, smashed squarely into his left cheek!

"Ugh!"

If you slowed the film, you'd see that with that cry, Chen Shaokang's cheek was knocked askew and his facial flesh shook violently.

He could barely stay on his feet.

Chen Shaokang staggered, lost his balance, and crashed into the edge of the table.

Zheng Sanshui shouted excitedly from the side: "Damn your mother, you haven't eaten, have you? Beat him to death! If you cripple him, it's on me!"

The thug who had just thrown the punch lunged forward and grabbed Chen Shaokang's collar.

He pinned Chen Shaokang firmly to the tabletop.

Without mercy, he rained several punches onto Chen Shaokang's head.

Against such overwhelming force, Chen Shaokang had no chance to resist; after a few blows his eyes went black and his mind went blank.

Waiting for the burly gunman.

Chen Shaokang slumped to the floor like a limp sack of mud, his head beaten into a pig's lump—his eyes couldn't open, only swelling and bruising remained.

"You dead dog! You think you're hot shit? Get up and cuff me!"

Zheng Sanshui stepped forward and kicked Chen Shaokang hard, again and again—though Chen Shaokang could barely struggle, each kick was harder than the last.

He didn't kick with all his strength, as if unable to fully vent his anger.

A bodyguard stepped forward and urged: "Brother Shui, the Dragon King gave orders—you just got out, don't cause trouble. That's enough, don't cause a death; the situation is tense now."

This damn dog's life is tough! Won't die! Curse your mother!

The moment the foul words left his mouth, Zheng Sanshui kicked Chen Shaokang hard again; Chen Shaokang, lying on the ground, was now practically a dead dog.

What is dignity? It's too luxurious; I dare not even imagine it.

Zheng Sanshui squatted down and, teasingly, slapped Chen Shaokang's swollen cheek: "Chen, listen up—today is just a small appetizer. If you dare to oppose my Zheng Family again, watch out—I'll destroy you! You! Your! Whole! Family!" Each word struck like a poisoned blade.

"!!!"

Chen Shaokang struggled to lift his eyelids, wanting to see how sinister Zheng Sanshui's smug, villainous face was, but in the end he couldn't see anything clearly.

His eyes were so swollen he could only slit them open a crack.

Zheng Sanshui rose and warned Aunt Huang again: "Aunt Huang, listen up! If you don't want your son to die in prison, shut your mouth! Otherwise, your whole family will die!"

"I... I'll shut my mouth..."

Aunt Huang trembled with fear and wet her pants.

Previously, Aunt Huang's fear of Chen Shaokang was limited, because she feared not his violence but his police identity.

Now her fear of Zheng Sanshui is limitless, because he truly dares to kill her whole family.

After Zheng Sanshui left, Aunt Huang looked at Chen Shaokang lying on the ground and panicked, not knowing what to do, worried that if he died in her home she wouldn't be able to explain it.

After wavering back and forth, she still called a few people over and sent Chen Shaokang to the hospital.

Half an hour later.

Chen Shaokang was pushed into the emergency room by a nurse.

When this news reached Lin Dongfan's ears, he had just sent Jian Sining to the hotel entrance; today Jian Sining was going back to the province to interrogate Huang Tao.

Seeing Lin Dongfan finish the call, Jian Sining's face darkened terribly, and she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Nothing, Zheng Sanshui has been released."

Lin Dongfan put away his phone, acted as if nothing had happened, opened the car door for Jian Sining, and invited her to get in.

And he urged Jian Sining: "When you go back, urge Secretary Wang. Tell him: Chen Shaokang is already critically injured and hospitalized; if he isn't promoted, he will die in Haishan."