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"Come on! What's the big deal? It's just a police chief, right? If it comes to that, I'll ask my old man to handle it. This kind of thing is nothing for him." Fatty Li Jun was their biggest support; Comrade Li was a provincial-level official. Although Li Jun had always been vague about his position, his status alone was enough to settle this matter that seemed significant to ordinary people.
With Li Jun as backup, Zheng Yifan naturally dismissed any remaining doubts. He stepped forward alone, adopting a Mixed Martial Arts stance.
"I'll take them on myself. Don't come over." With that, he advanced in a horse stance and threw an uppercut at the thug directly in front of him.
Zheng Yifan's physical abilities had already reached an unimaginable level. With just one punch, swift as lightning, the thug was sent reeling backward.
Dealing with these untrained thugs didn't require any complex tactics like "striking inside out" or "high hitting low." It was simply a matter of charging straight in and using speed to overcome slowness.
Zheng Yifan weaved through the crowd of thugs, moving unpredictably. His iron fists felt as if they were forged from steel; any strike landed would result in excruciating pain.
Fortunately, Zheng Yifan was aware that he was facing a group of thugs and that he needed to hold back his strength. He absolutely could not cause any fatalities.
In a typical brawl, Li Jun could resolve things with just a phone call. But if someone died and word got out, even King Lao would be powerless to help.
That's how things worked in Dazhao: if you could cover it up, everything would be fine; if you couldn't, then it was all over.
During the attack, Zheng Yifan naturally employed techniques from Boxing, Jiu-Jitsu, Aikido, Judo, and Mixed Martial Arts.
He primarily used Judo techniques, which were quite gentle in nature. The focus was on throws and ground techniques aimed at subduing or injuring the enemy without resorting to lethal moves.
It seemed that almost every second someone fell to the ground and couldn't get back up.
Although he tried his best to suppress his strength, he didn't truly understand how powerful he had become. He could only rely on joint locks and throws; many of those lying on the ground had dislocated joints and couldn't even attempt to rise.
"Heart!" Suddenly, Tang Hao shouted loudly as he charged toward Zheng Yifan's back.
Instinctively sensing danger, Zheng Yifan lowered his head and turned around, delivering a powerful right punch backward.
Ever since he evolved with Captain America's abilities, his mind had become clearer. The sixteen discarded watermelon knives on the ground were all accounted for; any weapon that could threaten him would surely be found in the yard.
Moreover, Captain America's strength in the movies was formidable; bullets could bounce off him while he automatically recovered. Not to mention that gun control in their country was extremely strict.
Most of the weapons were just crude cold weapons.
"Bang!" A crisp sound echoed. Zheng Yifan immediately recognized it as a brick.
As fists collided, Aunt Tang and Dad Tang gasped, seemingly envisioning the sight of broken tendons.
Tang Hao gritted his teeth and rushed forward, wanting to subdue the Yellow-Haired Ironhead. Even the hefty figure of the fat man was shaking his bulk with all his might as he charged in.
But the outcome left everyone stunned.
It was as if the punch had struck iron; the brick shattered into countless pieces, and the area near the fist even turned to dust.
Zheng Yifan's fist passed through the Yellow-Haired Ironhead like a breeze, while his other hand wrapped around the thug's arm.
With a series of cracking sounds, all the joints in Yellow-Haired Ironhead's limbs seemed to snap, leaving him crumpled on the ground, groaning helplessly but unable to move an inch.
"Li Jun, call your dad. This isn't going to end well. You can hear the police sirens outside; those cops are hiding at the village entrance. They must have heard Yellow-Haired's screams and rushed in," Zheng Yifan said casually, tossing each of the fallen thugs aside like broken sacks against the wall while watching Li Jun make the call.
Upon hearing Zheng Yifan's words, Li Jun looked as defeated as a frostbitten eggplant as he dialed: "Hello, Dad."
Before he could finish, a barrage of curses erupted from the other end, loud enough for nearly everyone in the courtyard to hear.
It wasn't until the police were almost breaking down the door that Li Jun managed to explain what had happened.
Then there was a few seconds of silence before he hung up.
"My dad says we should wait here. He'll call Uncle Hao for help. He’s busy and doesn’t have time for us," Li Jun complained with a face full of sorrow. "I might as well be taking over for my grandpa; at this rate, I don’t think I can even compare to my grandpa’s pinky finger."
While he grumbled, police officers entered through the door.
"What’s going on? What’s happening? A brawl? Everyone raise your hands and lean against the wall!" The officers stormed in with batons and guns drawn, their expressions fierce and clearly not there to resolve matters. When Zheng Yifan and his group instinctively raised their hands, they pulled out handcuffs, ready to cuff everyone.
"What are you doing? Is this how you enforce the law? Put down those handcuffs! What gives you the right to cuff us?" The fat man pointed at the officer who was clearly in charge. "You’re just standing here waiting for your director’s call. I’m telling you this is violent enforcement."
It was indeed a matter of family background. Upon seeing the police, Zheng Yifan and the others instinctively wanted to surrender, raising their hands and complying with the officers' commands.
Only Li Jun stepped forward. He first stabilized the situation before explaining to Zheng Yifan and the others, "Listen to me, whatever you do, don’t go with them. If you go with them into the police station's dark room, they can do whatever they want to you. You’ll be going in standing up and coming out lying down. Even if Uncle Hao wants to come over, it won't be that quick. Even if he makes a call, it will take time; things within the system are incredibly troublesome."
Seeing this, Zheng Yifan had to remind him, "Officer, don’t you think you should call for an ambulance? These thugs on the ground entered a private place illegally with weapons. It’s obvious they climbed over the wall without watching their step. If we don’t call for help soon, they might end up disabled."
At this moment, several police officers finally took a closer look at Yellow-Haired Ironhead and his gang.
"Hiss!" Seeing their miserable state, nearly all the officers gasped in shock. They recognized these thugs; they were quite notorious in the area. Of course, their reputation was mixed—some good, some bad. However, these individuals were used to being arrogant and ruthless, having harmed countless people. Fortunately, they usually targeted those without power or influence.
When the common people don’t raise complaints, officials won’t investigate. Even if someone reported them to the police station, it would be easily brushed off with some casual Tai Chi moves.
As for compensation? Dream on!
"You guys are in big trouble this time; this is a criminal case. No matter who your backers are, you're definitely going down for this," the Police Captain said as he glanced at the people lying on the ground. He signaled to his subordinates. One officer quietly approached a thug in the corner and stomped hard on his left leg.
The thug’s leg was resting on the threshold of the cement floor when it was stomped on; what was already dislocated immediately bent into an L shape—it looked like it was ruined.
Just then, a loud male voice rang out from the entrance, "Who is so brazen? Let me see!"
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