Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 236 Zhang Yang is Humiliated
Veins bulged on Chen Shu's forehead, and his heart burned with intense anger; he had probably never been so furious before.

He grabbed the thin man with one hand, lifted him up, ripped off the man's earphones, and smashed them on the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Where are those two girls?"

The thin man was still in a daze, his mind filled with shock and confusion as to why a building security guard would be so agitated.
Unable to contain himself, Chen Shu slammed the thin man against the wall and then kicked him in the lower back.

"what!"

The man was kicked and was in excruciating pain. He curled up against the wall and kept howling in pain, the sound filling the room.

Chen Shu's chest heaved violently, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms.

Hearing the commotion in the lounge, Liu Zhongwu rushed in. Standing at the door, he looked at the thin man huddled on the ground, rolling around incessantly, and was somewhat curious about Chen Shu, whose expression gradually turned ferocious.

Liu Zhongwu, a police officer with many years of experience, probably guessed what was going on. As he walked over to Chen Shu and was about to say something, he saw a lit-up cell phone on the ground and bent down to pick it up.

The phone wasn't locked, and the screen still showed WeChat chat history.

Liu Zhongwu swiped the screen and carefully looked through the pages.

A few minutes later, he found out what had happened.

It turns out that their company lent money to two girls, using a predatory lending scheme. They used fake cash flow records, inflated loan amounts, and constant account balancing and third-party intervention to increase the girls' loan amounts until they reached a frightening level.

The company then began pressuring the two girls for repayment, using a combination of coaxing, deception, and threats, such as exposing their contact lists or spreading rumors in their hometowns, forcing them to start selling themselves to pay off their debts. During the day, they would work as prostitutes in a rented room under supervision, and at night, they would accompany customers in nightclubs.

The thin man was currently contacting a client via WeChat on his phone, demanding that he pay her directly, considering all the money for the prostitution as repayment. As for how much was being repaid, and how much it was counted as, no one cared except the two poor girls.

The outcome of such things is that they squeeze every last drop out of you, leaving you with nothing.

The ending is always the same: the girl goes insane, dies, or contracts H disease; there are no exceptions.

Liu Zhongwu, a father himself, couldn't stand these things. He quietly slipped the body camera that was originally clipped to his chest into his pocket, and just as he was about to say something, Chen Shu reached out and stopped him.

"Tell me, where is it?" Chen Shu took a step forward and looked down at the thin man, his face as cold as ice.

Meeting Chen Shu's chilling gaze, the man could no longer hold back, nodding repeatedly while trembling, his head covered in sweat.

“It’s in the Guanhua Building next door, room 301, building 2. We have someone watching over it. The key is in my pocket, just wait a moment.”

The thin man struggled to sit up and leaned against the corner of the wall, fearing that the terrifying security guard would pounce on him again. He quickly pulled two keys linked together from his pocket and tossed them from a distance.

Chen Shu took the keys, said a few words, and left in a hurry.

"Brother Liu, I'm leaving this place to you."

Knowing that Chen Shu was going to rescue people, Liu Zhongwu quickly called two auxiliary police officers to follow the thin man and chase after them, based on the number of people the man had mentioned.

Three against one, and it's almost certain to be a win.

Nebula Building, First Floor Lobby

The men from the debt collection team who had come up in the elevator with Chen Shu earlier bumped into Zhang Yang and his group as they walked out of the lobby. Zhang Yang was adjusting equipment at the building entrance, waiting for Chen Shu's notification to rush in and take pictures.

Zhang Yang's outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament immediately attracted the other party's attention.

However, seeing that Zhang Yang's side also had several people, they only whistled and made noise.

Wow, what a beautiful woman!

"Wow, guys, look at that gear, who knows which internet celebrity he is?"

"What kind of internet celebrity is she? Isn't she just the type of guy who's the top influencer? I wonder if she's a newcomer or a local guide."

Are you filming so late at night?

"Hey, what do you think? What kind of film is she here to shoot?"

"Haha, it's a drama, definitely a drama!"

Clearly, these young people didn't follow the news and didn't recognize that the woman in front of them was a very famous female reporter in Dongzhou.

What did you say?!

The photographer, Xiao Zhao, who usually jokes around, actually respects Yang Jie, who is honest, upright, and courageous. When he saw her being humiliated, he immediately stood up for her.

"Oh dear, there's another pretty boy here." "Are you blind? Pretty boy? He's obviously a good guy!"

"Boy, come here."

"Hehe, don't push him too hard, or he might jump over the wall."

Xiao Zhao was furious. Usually, when their production crew went out on business, people were always very polite to them. He had never been insulted like this before. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to rush up and confront the person.

Standing to the side, Zhang Yang was preoccupied with the case upstairs and didn't take the young people's words to heart. He casually pulled Xiao Zhao, who was about to start arguing back, shook his head seriously, and gestured upstairs with his chin, his meaning perfectly clear.

The two finally stopped, turned around and ignored each other's insults, and began to organize their camera equipment to test and prepare for the recording later.

As the two groups passed each other, a man in the other group kicked over a camera that was placed on the side of the road while cursing.

This immediately angered Xiao Zhao.

He's a photographer! These cameras are his life!

Already harboring anger, Xiao Zhao jumped up. Then he saw a policeman he had previously sparred with standing by the gate not far away, looking in their direction. He hardened his heart, ignored Zhang Yang's obstruction, pounced over, grabbed the clothes of the man who had kicked over the camera, and shouted loudly.

"This camera costs over 50,000 yuan. If you break it, you'll have to pay for it!"

These energetic young people were worried that the other party wouldn't take the bait. It was like a pillow flying in while they were dozing off. How could they not take the bait and try to catch it?
The group immediately surrounded Xiao Zhao, hurling insults and profanities at him while simultaneously assaulting him with their hands and feet.

Poor Xiao Zhao, who had never experienced the harsh realities of life, was trapped inside. He could only crouch on the ground, covering his head, and keep shouting, "They're hitting me! Help! They're hitting me! Police! Police!"

The situation was out of control, and Zhang Yang was extremely anxious. Xiao Zhao was also her photographer who had been with her for several years. She usually treated the simple-minded Xiao Zhao like a younger brother. Seeing Xiao Zhao being beaten by the crowd, she rushed forward and grabbed one of the men's arms, begging for mercy.

"Don't fight! Don't fight!"

"Please!"

Seeing this, the young people from the community cursed even more and fought even more fiercely.

The man who was grabbed was burly and strong. He twisted his hand and threw Zhang Yang to the ground.

Zhang Yang sat on the ground, looking disheveled, a far cry from his usual aloof, elegant, and uncrowned queen of journalism.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice already trembling with tears.

Upon hearing this, the burly man turned around, pointed at Zhang Yang, and laughed loudly, "Want to beg for mercy? You'd better keep us company in a bit later!"

"Haha, yes, just once is enough!"

"Haha, I'll keep you company!"

As he spoke, the man took a few steps forward and slowly approached Zhang Yang, still teasing him: "Good boy, come with us for a walk, and everything will be fine."

"accompany!"

"Keep me company!"

"Accompany, accompany, accompany!"

The world spun around him, and Zhang Yang could no longer hold on; tears streamed down his face.

"Waaah, what should I do? What should I do? Someone please save me!"

"Woo."

Yu Guangzhong's lewd face slowly crept into Zhang Yang's gaze.

Slowly, it gradually took over Zhang Yang's entire field of vision.

Then, the face suddenly flew off.

Fly?

Zhang Yang was taken aback. When he looked to the side, he saw that familiar, resolute face.

(End of this chapter)