Chapter 67: Brutally Beating the City Management Flying Warehouse

  "… Zhao Dawei! Former Chinese People's Liberation Army, Field Army troops, A3 Special Brigade 177 Special Operations Battalion machine gunner. Awarded collective second-class merit five times, collective first-class merit twice, personal first-class merit once, wounded seven times, seriously injured twice, with a record of killing 73 enemies, combat hero! He is the most loyal guardian of the Republic, China's best soldier, and my best subordinate, my best brother. Who dares to insult him as a deserter?! Get out here! You bunch of bandits wearing yellow dog skin! Do you really think no one can control you?!..." Night Yang Jian gritted his teeth, holding a steel pipe, walked into the crowd, and with a 'poof' sound, inserted the pipe into the ground. Behind him followed a tall and sturdy tank.

  Seeing Ye Yangjian and Tank, and listening to the string of numbers reported by Ye Yangjian, especially the sentence "killed 73 enemies", the people around immediately started **ing up......

  "What... what kind of people are you?" Zhou Ke and a group of city management personnel stared at the two burly men with bloodshot eyes, their hair standing on end. The two men's eyes were icy cold, filled with anger and contempt for death, identical to Zhao Dawei's expression when he beat someone up that day. Zhou Ke was terrified and asked in a trembling voice. He loudly scolded Ye Yangjian, actually also to boost his own courage.

  "Uncle Zhao, we're late. Let these bastards bully you. You've been wronged." Yeyang Jian ignored Zhou Ke's shouting and went up to help Zhao Shanhe who was sitting on the ground. He patted off the dust from his body and comforted him in a soft voice, with a tone of great respect, as if he were speaking to his own father.

  "Who are you?" Zhao Shanhe stood up, still tightly holding the special cigarette case with two steel guns crossed together.

  "Uncle Zhao, I'm Ye Yang Jian, the class monitor of Da Wei's class." Ye Yang Jian said, also taking out an iron cigarette case that was identical to the one in Zhao Shanhe's hand.

  "Oh! Ye Yang Jian, Ye Ban Chang! I've heard of you, I've heard of you. Da Wei has been talking about you guys all day, great, great, Da Wei was taken care of by you guys during his time in the army, thank you so much!" Zhao Shanhe became excited as if he had found a reliable support.

  "Uncle Zhao, those cigarettes are Da Wei's medals. You keep them well, my cigarettes are also proof of my bravery. You smoke first. We'll take care of things here. Don't worry." Night Yang Jian opened the cigarette box, took out a special supply, and presented it to Zhao Shanhe with both hands. He then pulled out a military lighter from his pocket and helped Zhao light up. He supported him as he stood at the edge.

  "Oh no, how can this be? These are all the hard-earned results of your night shifts! Oh dear, how can you let an old man like me waste them away? You should go back and take care of your father instead..." Simple-minded Zhao Shanhe lit a cigarette and stomped his feet.

  "Uncle Zhao, we and Dawei are as close as brothers, his father is also our father. As men should join the army to protect their homes and defend their country. You are a soldier's father, you have nothing to be ashamed of." After saying this, Ye Yangjian stopped talking and walked into the center of the crowd, pulling out the steel pipe stuck in the ground.

  "Tank, how did our 177 Special Forces usually put it?" Ye Yang Jian stomped his foot in the hall and gazed at Zhou Ke and a group of city administrators' faces, pretending to ask.

  "Report to the squad leader! We'll take care of the killing but not the burying!" The tank put down its steel pipe, stood up straight and replied loudly.

  After hearing this, City Management Squadron Leader Zhou Ke and the surrounding business owners all shuddered...

  "Not that sentence. The one 'who offends my brother'." Yoruhi Kakeru bared his teeth, and his tongue licked his tiger-like teeth slyly.

  "Get up on the glacis and die!" The tank commander smoothly picked up the next line.

  "Damn it! You still want me to ask you!" Night Yang Jian yelled, tearing off his black T-shirt. Tank followed suit and ripped his clothes apart with one pull. The two men revealed their robust upper bodies, each with a wolf head tattoo on the left shoulder and a barcode on the right, crisscrossed with scars and bullet holes. In an instant, they burst out with the most ferocious fighting spirit.

  "If there's one of you with a limb to spare, I'll lock you up when I get back!" he bellowed. Yang Jian and Tank charged towards Zhou Ke and the city management officers surrounding him, wielding steel pipes...

  The surrounding vendors were amazed, previously they saw the city management officers beating people up every day at the market. But now, within a short span of just one week, they witnessed two exceptional cases. Last time was Zhao Dawei who fought with his bare fists and knocked down 4 city management officers. This time...

  This time it's two people who seem even more violent than Zhao Dawei beating up a group of urban management officers. Why say "beating up"...

  At first, Tank was still honest and swung back and forth with Gang Pipe and Ye Yangjian. But as Ye Yangjian's frenzy grew, the battle became a one-sided affair. Tank was big and strong, but not as agile as Ye Yangjian, often swinging his pipe without hitting anyone, while Ye Yangjian would knock him to the ground with one stick. The reduction of direct targets made Tank very frustrated.

  Tank pulled over Night Yang Jian, handed him a steel pipe, grabbed a fallen city management officer with one hand, held him overhead with both hands, and flipped him over to create a "ground iron bridge", kicking up dust. Then he jumped up with a "pheasant flip" and grabbed another city management officer, who was thrown over his shoulder and flew forward several meters, crashing into a vegetable stall and smashing the vendor's stand as well.

  "Awesome! Mom's, taking a small stick is too girly!" Tank excitedly shouted. He continued to rush towards the next target. Yato Kaito, with one hand holding a steel pipe, punching left and right, heard Tank's words and suddenly spat. If he followed his way of speaking, he would be considered what kind of person?

  "Break all the joints of hands and feet. Hurry up." All the city administrators, including team leader Zhou Kequan, were put on the ground, and Ye Yangjian threw one of the steel pipes to Tank and ordered.

  "Yes!" Orders are everything, and to be honest, they didn't do this kind of thing for the first time when they were on a mission. The tank bent down and dragged away a municipal administrator who had already fainted, one hand holding his foot high up in the air, the other hand holding a steel pipe and smashing it against his kneecap. With a loud "crack", the intense pain made the municipal administrator, who had already passed out, let out a heart-wrenching scream. The municipal administrator, who had come to his senses, used his other foot to kick and struggle, trying to desperately escape the devil's iron claws, but it was all in vain. The tank dropped the leg, not caring about the other foot kicking and struggling like it was scratching an itch. Like dragging a dead dog, he pulled up the other foot again, and with another steel pipe smash, it was done according to the same method. This time, the municipal administrator didn't make a sound, because he had fainted from pain again.

  "You demons, look at what you've done! Aren't you afraid of the country's legal punishment?" Zhou Ke's eyes were about to split. Seeing that all his colleagues around him had fallen down, he couldn't help but shout loudly, actually with a large part of fear, as the two people in front of him showed no mercy and took out everyone, and it seemed they didn't plan to let him off either.

  "Damn you! Now you know the country's law enforcement! You son of a bitch, insulting war heroes is desertion, but bullying military families isn't violating national law? Screw that. I despise this kind of thing the most. Tank! Take action! Give me a clear one!"

  The tank nodded slightly in response, and the steel pipe in his hand struck down heavily, making a "crack" sound. Zhou Ke's kneecap shattered at the same time...

  "Damn it, evil people will be punished by evil people! Do you think my brothers are so easy to bully? Remember my words! Don't believe me, just look up again! Heaven has never let anyone off!" Night Yang Jian cursed at Zhou Ke who was lying on the ground.

  They didn't even bother with the city management officers who were being beaten and crying on the ground. They slightly comforted Zhao Shanhe, who was a bit frightened.

  Inquired about the location where Zhao Dawei was detained. Ye Yangjian made a phone call to Ouyang Bing, and then the two quickly slipped out of the crowd, got in the car and rushed towards the police station.

  The van sped all the way, accompanied by a sudden screeching sound of brakes, attracting many eyes on the road. The van stopped in front of the county public security bureau, which was a five-story building in the county town. As soon as the door opened, two burly men jumped out and walked straight to the gate of the police station, ignoring the surrounding gaze.

  Ye Yang Jian and Tank rushed to the front desk of the Public Security Bureau in three strides, taking two steps at a time. They bypassed the ordinary citizens waiting in line and cut directly to the front. Without any regard for propriety, Ye Yang Jian slapped his hand loudly on the service counter.

  "Where is your director?" Night Yang Jian slammed his hand on the table and asked loudly.

  "Excuse me, who are you? What brings you to our director's office? Our director just stepped out..." The police officer at the front desk of the first floor lobby of the police station was a middle-aged woman named Wang Qin. She was startled by Ye Yangjian and couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. In her over 10 years as a police officer, she had never seen anyone dare to be so arrogant in a police station, but judging from their demeanor, they seemed to have some connections. Suppressing her anger, she replied according to the 'usual protocol'.

  "Don't give me that 'the director is not in' nonsense, we'll just wait here. If your person in charge doesn't show up within 3 minutes, none of you will need to come to work tomorrow! You actually sent a front desk receptionist to block our national security team? Are you all tired of working?!..." Night Yang Jian pointed at the meeting room next door and said this to Wang Qin before walking in with big strides, finding a seat and sitting down with a thud.

  Female police officer Wang Qin has been in the police force for over a decade, and she has seen many people. She is considered to be a shrewd person who can handle various situations. Upon hearing Ye Yangjian's tone, combined with the way he walked and sat, she immediately sensed that there was something unusual about him. She picked up the internal phone and dialed the number of a deputy director who was currently in the bureau.

  County Public Security Bureau Deputy Director Jiang Xiaolong was sitting at his desk drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Just now, the bureau received a report that the head of the City Management Team, Zhou Ke, was beaten and disabled in public at the market. This is a major case in the county seat, with extremely vicious circumstances. After receiving the report, Director Jiang immediately rushed to the scene with his men, leaving him to preside over the office.

  "Three years of serving as the head of the Qingyi government, ten million snowflake silver." Although this position is still quite lucrative, Deputy Director Jiang Xiaolong actually dislikes City Management Team Leader Zhou Ke. This little brat doesn't know how to be a good person, always clinging to the legs of only one person, the director. Most of the monthly tribute is given to the director. Moreover, Zhou Ke seems to not take this deputy director seriously at all. He can only follow the director to drink some soup every month. Because the director is after all his superior, Jiang Xiaolong cannot say anything out loud, but in his heart, he has always been dissatisfied, and even has some resentment towards Zhou Ke. Hearing that Zhou Ke was ruined, his mood suddenly improved greatly. He brewed a cup of tea and was about to savor it slowly. Suddenly, the phone rang, and he had no choice but to pick it up and answer.