Crashed into the Door
In Cadre Zhu's eyes, this bunch of hooligans had eaten too much and had nothing better to do. They actually dared to pull a scam on the government. Weren't they practically carrying a lantern into a latrine—looking for shit, or rather, looking for death?
They even had a clear division of labor: the thick-skulled scammer, the one stirring up the crowd, and the ones waving clubs to threaten people. In this country, was there still any room for the mafia to survive? They deserved to be called an organized criminal force!
They actually hadn't opened their eyes to see who was in charge of this land of 9.6 million square kilometers.
No matter how skilled a Double Flower Red Baton was at fighting, could he outnumber the people's police? Could he outnumber the People's Army?
As a cadre, Zhu Haochun was completely unafraid of this gang of trash's bluster. He was wearing the skin of a civil servant, and anyone who dared to act recklessly was committing rebellion and would be shot!
As for Officer Lu Yuan behind him, he was wearing a police uniform. Anyone who dared to act recklessly would be attacking a police officer and would be shot dead on the spot. They would only die faster.
This ignorant bunch of country thugs immediately went dumbfounded when they saw the scene.
They were only good at making people sick, not at actually taking action. They weren't a bunch of edgy teenagers in their early teens. How could they act so recklessly and impulsively?
Kids that age were all working hard at school to prepare for their middle-school and college entrance exams, burying themselves in study until they could barely tell heaven from earth. On top of that, there were police officers and security