Hooligan!
Filthy hooligan!
An out-and-out filthy hooligan!
That was everyone's impression of Dong Xuebin!
They had never seen anyone as much of a bastard as Dong Xuebin!
Though they were furious, with more than a dozen people aiming guns at him, not a single one dared pull the trigger. First, Dong Xuebin's utterly fearless aura had intimidated them. Second, and more importantly, this was the State Security compound. If they actually shot him dead, there would be no containing the fallout. Once someone died, the State Security Departments in other provinces would probably learn that a heavily injured, unarmed man had stormed into their directly administered municipality's State Security compound, gone in and out three times as if no one were there, and beaten up their bureau's officials. Their humiliation would be beyond measure. The bureau's key leaders had not arrived yet, and no instructions had come after the calls. They did not dare fire under these circumstances. What if the bureau leaders did not want to make this a bigger issue? It was all trouble.
The two sides fell into a standoff.
A hundred people against one man...
More than a dozen guns against one man...
On the surface, the State Security people held an absolute advantage. Yet Dong Xuebin actually smiled as he took out a cigarette and lit it. With one hand in his pocket, he smoked while looking at them. Overall, it somehow felt as though he alone had suppressed everyone else, as though he were the one holding the initiative.
"Say it again! Hands on your head!"
"Put down that cigarette! Don't move!"
"Did you hear me? Hands on your head and get on your knees!"
Dong Xuebin continued smoking leisurely, as if he had not heard them.
Many people were infuriated by him, yet