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Chapter 103
  "Zhong Xiaowei?"

Liu Yifeng raised his eyebrows: "Who is it? Are you very skilled?"

Yang Chen waved and called Zhong Xiaowei over, who was on guard: "Let me introduce, this is my driver and my bodyguard."

"He was the guy who made three big meals at your wedding banquet today!"

At today's wedding banquet, something happened about a rice king. As the groom's official, Liu Yifeng naturally knew about it.

They had met and greeted each other before.

But he didn't expect that the young man in front of him, who had an ordinary build and looked unremarkable, was the warrior.

And
  bodyguard?

Liu Yifeng looked Zhong Xiaowei up and down.

He's only about 170 tall.

Not fat, not thin, not muscular.

Just the body shape all the way.

The young man seems to be in good spirits.

Just a baby face.

No matter how you look at it, you can’t relate it to a bodyguard!

Bodyguarding is a highly professional profession.

An excellent bodyguard naturally has traces of training that cannot be hidden.

Although Liu Yifeng is in the Political Department of the Provincial Department, and although he is a civilian, he is still a policeman, so he naturally understands these things quite well.

There were seven people at the scene, including the stall owner and the fake policeman.

All seven are strong men.

One versus seven is unrealistic.

Two fists are no match for four legs!

Even if the three men go together, they can't be opponents.

To be on the safe side, Liu Yifeng decided that it would be safer to call the police and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

"fine."

"Let you see my strength as a bodyguard."

After speaking, Yang Chen winked at Zhong Xiaowei.

Zhong Xiaowei nodded in understanding.

The body is slightly bowed.

Then he pounced like a cheetah.

fast.

ruthless.

quasi.

Everyone just saw a blur in front of their eyes.

By the time Liu Yifeng reacted, the fake policeman had been pinned to the ground with one hand by Zhong Xiaowei, unable to move.

All that was left was screaming.

"what are you doing?"

"Let go of me!"

"You are committing a crime, do you know?"

The fake policeman was so angry that he screamed, but the hand on his neck was like a mountain bearing down on him, so he could only howl.

"Assaulting the police?"

The onlookers were in an uproar.

In China.

Generally speaking, the public still supports the police.

So the crowd of onlookers immediately became commotion.

As for the stall owner with a fleshy face and a tattoo on his neck, when he saw that the fake policeman was being controlled by the other party, he immediately became furious, swiped at his companion behind him, and then yelled at Yang Chen:

"Do you want to rebel?"

"Even the police dare to take action?"

"You don't listen to good things, do you?"

"go!"

"Fuck them!"

The stall owner with a sinister face walked up with an empty beer bottle.

Several tattooed men behind him, also holding plastic boards, beer bottles and other items, followed the troublemaking stall owner and rushed up menacingly.

Upon seeing this, Liu Yifeng immediately rushed forward and stopped the stall owners.

"Don't move!"

"He's a fake cop."

"I am the real policeman!"

Liu Yifeng shouted.

Liu Yifeng is a little over 1.8 meters tall, close to 1.9 meters tall.

It's still a bit oppressive.

Adding the sentence "I am a policeman" made the stall owner and others who were about to come forward to fight froze.

"Step aside!"

"Are you a policeman?"

"Take out the ID and show it to us!"

The stall owner causing the trouble was carrying an empty beer bottle, pointing at Liu Yifeng, and said arrogantly.

Today is Liu Yifeng’s wedding day.

He was wearing casual clothes.

It is also impossible to keep the ID on you.

So naturally it cannot be taken out.

Hearing this, Liu Yifeng frowned and said, "I didn't bring my ID. So, I'll call 110 now. Don't be impulsive. Wait for the comrades from the police station to come over."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner causing trouble held the beer bottle and pointed to the side.

"Step aside!"

"Cut the fucking crap."

"You don't have your ID and you're not wearing a uniform. Why the hell should I believe you are a police officer?"

After speaking, he pointed at the restrained fake policeman and incited the rioting crowd behind him: "Everyone has seen it! They attacked the policeman and said they were also policemen."

"I'm a good, enthusiastic citizen!"

"These thugs and bad elements openly attacked the police and pretended to be police officers. My brothers and I acted bravely!"

"You guys want to testify for us!"

What is nonsense?

What does it mean to confuse right and wrong?
  What does it mean for the villain to file a complaint first?
  Fortunately, the people who understood the whole incident chose to remain silent.

However, some onlookers who did not know the truth became angry and raised their fists, saying that they supported the stall owners in safeguarding justice and protecting the police, and that they would severely crack down on the arrogance of these thugs.

With the support of the masses, the troublemaking stall owners became even more arrogant.

Seeing this, Liu Yifeng was also shocked.

If this is not done well, it will be troublesome if it turns into a mass incident.

The top priority is to clarify the facts, reverse public opinion, and achieve a quick resolution.

"Friends and comrades, please keep your eyes open!"

Liu Yifeng roared again.

"That's the fake police officer!"

"I am Liu Yifeng from the Provincial Public Security Department. If you don't believe me, please call 110. When the comrades from the police station come over, everything will be revealed."

This roar is indeed effective.

The onlookers were right when they thought about it.

Call 110 and call the police!
  Won’t we know when the police from the police station arrive?

"You said yes?"

"Bring me your ID!"

"If you can't produce your documents, you're just stalling for time!"

The stall owner who caused the trouble said reluctantly: "Return to the Provincial Public Security Department? I'm still a member of the Political Bureau!"

After speaking, he continued to incite: "He must be stalling for time. By the time the police from the police station come, they will have already fled. Everyone, please bear witness. We are just acting bravely to stop the thugs from attacking the police."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed hard, pushing Liu Yifeng away from him.

Then he picked up the guy, followed by several tattooed men who were also carrying the guy behind him, and headed straight towards Zhong Xiaowei in an aggressive manner.

The stall owner and others all took weapons.

And together with the stall owners, there were six strong men.

Seeing how fierce and ferocious they were, they wouldn't have any scruples at all when they took action.

No matter how powerful Zhong Xiaowei is, how could he be their opponent?

Liu Yifeng became anxious when he saw it.

If this can't be done well, don't cause a murder case.
  There was no time to think too much at the moment, so he stepped forward again and rushed forward to stop them.

But this time, the troublemaking stall owner stopped talking nonsense to him.

All he said was: "You're looking for a fucking beating!"

Then he picked up the beer bottle and hit him on the head.

This time it was cruel again.

and fast.

Accurate again!

After all, Liu Yifeng was a civilian and had no time to react.

Only a "bang!" was heard.

The beer bottle was torn apart, green shards flying everywhere.

Liu Yifeng groaned in pain, and then immediately covered his head.   Then, blood flowed down his hand.

It flowed down slowly.

The stall owner causing trouble kicked him again and knocked him down.
  Yang Chen kept watching coldly.

In fact, with Zhong Xiaowei's skill, reaction, and speed, Zhong Xiaowei was able to get close to the stall owner and knock him down as soon as he picked up the beer bottle.

Liu Yifeng couldn't bear the blow at all.

Zhong Xiaowei originally wanted to step forward to help Liu Yifeng.

However, he was stopped by Yang Chen.

Old classmate, I'm sorry.
  Yang Chen watched Liu Yifeng being hit by a beer bottle until he was bleeding, and then watched him being kicked down by the stall owner who was causing trouble, and then he said to Zhong Xiaowei:
  "Fake policeman, knock him out."

"Those few, I want them to cut off their arms and legs!"

Yang Chen's voice was very cold.

Also very determined.

If someone else asked Zhong Xiaowei to do this, he would definitely hesitate or even refuse.

But when Yang Chen spoke, Zhong Xiaowei had unconditional trust - Zhong Xiaowei greatly recognized and respected this new boss.

What's more, this is not bullying the innocent.

Bullying good people.

This is punishing evil and promoting good.

Grandpa said: A good man should treat his friends as warmly as spring.

Treat evil people as coldly as winter.

So after receiving the boss's order, Zhong Xiaowei smiled naively, showing his big white teeth, and looked like he had been waiting for you to speak. He turned his palm into a knife and gently slashed the fake policeman's neck.

The fake policeman tilted his head and fainted.

Then he flashed like a tiger descending a mountain or a lion entering a flock of sheep, and rushed forward to meet the troublemaking stall owners.

"Ah!"

"oh oh!"

"Help!"

"Ouch!"

"my hand!"

"My feet!"

"Ah! Mom, it hurts! Help!"

The battle ended quickly.

I saw a figure moving among the stall owners who were causing trouble. It was extremely flexible, and every time it made a move, it would cause a scream.

Every time he takes action, one of them lies down.

Every time he lay down, he howled in pain like a slaughtered pig.

Less than a minute.

The troublemaking stall owner with a fleshy face and weapons, and the five tattooed men he called, were all lying on the ground.

Some held hands.

Some hugged their legs.

Some huddled up.

Some were twitching in pain on the ground.

Some rolled around and screamed crazily in pain, their voices heartbreaking.

Zhong Xiaowei clapped his hands.

Then he walked to Yang Chen.

He looked like he still had something to say.

Suddenly, everyone was dumbfounded.

They were also frightened.

The crowd, who had been incited by the stall owners who caused trouble before, and some of them did not know the truth, and were agitated, now looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, and couldn't help but swallow.

Then they all quietly took a few steps back.

I dare not speak any more.

Liu Yifeng was also stunned.

I even forgot about the pain in my head.

This Zhong Xiaowei’s combat power is too damn terrifying, right?
  The other party even shared the stall with six people.

They are all strong men.

And armed.

And aggressive.

In less than a minute, Zhong Xiaowei was knocked down by them all. He looked light and delicate, as if he had not exerted any force at all.

But the scary thing is that the six people lying down, judging from their reactions and howls, were seriously injured.

One minute.

He easily knocked down six strong men.

And it hurt them badly.

Liu Yifeng can only describe Zhong Xiaowei's combat power in four words: so terrifying!
  Liu Yifeng struggled to get up.

But the stall owner who caused the trouble hit him with a beer bottle hard enough, and kicked him hard enough, which made him dizzy, blood flowed into his eyes, and his vision was a little blurry.

I tried to climb up straight but failed.

It wasn't until here that Yang Chen stepped forward, helped Liu Yifeng up, and said with concern:

"Old classmate, are you okay?"

"Look at you, even though you have a strong sense of justice, you even asked me to send my bodyguards. You have to reason with them. Now you are at a disadvantage."

"Huifang, call 120 and call an ambulance."

"Have you called 110?"

"If not, call 110 immediately. Just say that the police comrades in the provincial department were attacked by thugs and ask them to send reinforcements quickly."

Yang Chen explained to Qian Huifang, who was holding the child behind him.

Qian Huifang quickly said yes, then took out her mobile phone and made a call.

Liu Yifeng covered his head, waved his hands, and said it was okay, it was not a big problem.

Then he glanced at Yang Chen.

Suddenly I thought it didn't feel like that.

This kid seemed to be deliberately watching himself get beaten. Otherwise, with Zhong Xiaowei's skill, he shouldn't have suffered such a loss?

But why did he want to watch himself being beaten?
  Liu Yifeng is such a smart person.

It came to mind right away.

Good guy.

This is public revenge, and I am used as a protector.

If those thugs hadn't beaten him, Zhong Xiaowei's behavior would have been intentional injury, which could lead to him being detained at the least, or jail at the worst.

But now, after he revealed his identity, the other party also resorted to serious harm and properly attacked the police.

Zhong Xiaowei's behavior was courageous.

Moreover, the people who acted bravely were comrades from the Provincial Public Security Department.

So as long as no one dies.

In other words, there were no particularly serious consequences. Not only did Zhong Xiaowei and Yang Chen have nothing to do with it, they might also receive praise and awards from the public security department.

Thinking of this, Liu Yifeng could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

This kid has probably already thought about it.

No wonder he didn’t allow himself to call the police.

When the police come, they can only follow the procedures. These troublemaking stall owners, bullying and lawless tattooed thugs, can only be released after two days at most.

There is no lesson learned at all.

Yang Chen wants them to suffer a lot!
  This guy is very thoughtful.

Liu Yifeng suddenly felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, he is Yang Chen's friend.

Although I was a bit suspicious of being cheated, I soon felt relieved.

After all, Yang Chen didn't take the initiative to push him up.

Those who beat him were indeed those thugs.

Just take advantage of his work ethic and sense of justice.

"What did you do?"

"Don't move!"

"Arrest them all!"

At this time, the person in charge of the street management office of University Town Night Market rushed over with a group of security guards.

I saw the stall owners who were causing trouble lying on the ground in a mess, wailing incessantly.

I saw the fake policeman fell to the ground again, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Then he pointed at Yang Chen and the three of them and roared.

After receiving the order, security guards wearing uniforms and holding riot shields and steel forks quickly surrounded Yang Chen and the others.

But he didn't act rashly.

Just stay alert.

Yang Chen pointed at the person in charge of the night market management office and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Why are we surrounded?"

The person in charge also has tattoos on his arms, a shaved head, and looks like a street gangster, "I am the person in charge of the night market management office."

"What did you do to our administrator?"

Pointing at the fake policeman whose life and death were unknown, the person in charge shouted.

"He is your employee here, right?"

Yang Chen kicked the fake policeman and nodded: "Okay, very good, you are in big trouble..."

(End of this chapter)