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Chapter 232: The Lie of Police-Citizen Cooperation

When the fisherman heard the roar, he was so scared that his legs and feet went limp and he fell to his knees.

He raised his hands tremblingly in surrender:
"Don't... don't shoot, brother. I'm just an old man fishing by the lake. I didn't do anything!"

"Damn, why are you running so fast, fisherman? Are you born in the Year of the Rabbit?"

The person who roared was a burly man with a face full of flesh. He walked up quickly, swung the butt of the gun in his hand, and hit the fisherman on the head.

"Ouch!"

The fisherman cried out in pain, hugged his head with both hands, and curled up into a ball.

The sturdy man completely ignored the guy's wailing, turned his head fiercely, and glared at Fang Cheng who was standing aside and seemed to be stunned.

At the same time, the other two men moved very quickly, holding rifles in both hands, and quickly surrounded the fisherman and Fang Cheng in a fan shape.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the two men's heads, and their eyes were equally full of vigilance and ferocity.

Fang Cheng was extremely calm at this time, observing these people's every move calmly.

Judging from their slightly panicked expressions and messy clothes, they had obviously encountered some great trouble in the mountains.

It is very likely that he is a gangster with a murder case on his hands.

"Brothers, I am nearsighted!"

The fisherman's forehead was hit and a bleeding cut was left, with blood slowly flowing down his cheek.

But he didn't dare to open his eyes. He just closed them tightly, his face full of fear, and begged:
"I didn't see what you looked like just now. Please let me go. I promise that I won't recognize you after I leave here..."

"Stop talking nonsense. What were you guys whispering about just now? Are you trying to tip off someone?"

The strong man remained unmoved, still pointing the gun at him, and asked sternly:
"Tell me, which group are you from? Are you a spy planted by Black Wolf, or are you from another gang? If you don't tell me, I will shoot both of you!"

"It's unfair, we are all good citizens!"

Seeing that the other party seemed to have misunderstood him as an accomplice of the gangsters, the fisherman was so anxious that he almost cried and hurriedly explained:

"I was fishing here, and he was jogging by. We are both ordinary people, not associated with any gangs. We were just standing here and chatting for a while."

The other man held a rifle, stared at Fang Cheng, who was muscular and looked more suspicious, and asked in a low voice:
"Boy, why don't you speak? Are you scared or dumb?"

As he spoke, he thrust the muzzle of the gun forward and pointed it directly at Fang Cheng's forehead.

Facing the dark and cold muzzle of the gun, Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of dangerous light flashed in his pupils.

Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense and gunfire was about to break out.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of footsteps in the distance, accompanied by faint shouts:

"Over there, chase!"

When this voice came, the faces of these originally ferocious guys changed instantly, and they immediately looked at each other.

"Oh no, they're catching up with us again!"

A gangster blurted out, his voice a little panicked.

The sturdy man gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing ferocity, as if signaling to his accomplices to kill the two troubles in front of them first and then run away.

The gangster who was holding the gun against Fang Cheng's head, his finger on the trigger trembled slightly, and he was about to pull the trigger.

Fang Cheng captured this moment.

It happened in a flash. Facing the muzzle of the opponent's gun that was about to fire a bullet, his body suddenly moved.

Snapped!
The soles of his feet rubbed against the runway quickly, making a crisp and short sound and raising a small cloud of dust.

The gangster saw a flash before his eyes, and the young man who was standing in front of him disappeared mysteriously on the spot.

Then, there was a sharp pain in my wrist, as if it was clamped by a pair of pliers, and my five fingers loosened involuntarily.

He turned his eyes slightly in panic, and saw a figure like a ghost, sticking to his right side, staring at him coldly.

Just as he opened his mouth in horror and was about to scream.

There was a sudden pain at the back of my head, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. Everything went black before my eyes and I lost consciousness in an instant.

At this moment, the rifle in his hand had not yet completely slipped out of his control and began to fall.

Following his figure, he rushed towards the other two people like a whirlwind.

At this moment, the two accomplices just noticed the movement and turned their heads hurriedly to look over.

Even though they have been through the test of fighting for a long time and have developed the hard skills of being able to keep their eyes and ears open in all directions.

But at such a close distance, faced with such a lightning-fast explosion speed, it is simply impossible for a normal person's nerves to react.

Fang Cheng leaned forward and arched his waist, and his whole body was like a spring, and with a "whoosh" sound, he was ejected in front of another gangster.

His moves were as fast as lightning. In an instant, he broke the opponent's wrist and locked his throat. He performed the whole set of grappling techniques in one go without any pause.

Then, he threw it away casually.

The gangster was thrown backwards easily like a broken sack.

At this moment, the remaining strong man finally came to his senses.

Seeing this, he subconsciously turned the gun around and pulled the trigger hard, but was shocked to find that he couldn't pull the trigger at all.

Then he moved his eyes downwards and his pupils shrank suddenly.

At some point, a thumb was inserted between the trigger and the gun guard, blocking his shooting action.

The young man in front of him seemed to have mastered the extraordinary ability of teleportation. He crossed a distance of several meters in an instant and appeared in front of him as if teleporting.

Bang, bang, bang.

At this time, the rifles in the hands of the two subdued bandits had just fallen to the ground, making two loud collision sounds.

The strong man's heart also beat violently twice, and a mixture of fear and anger surged up in his heart.

His eyes widened in anger, and he shouted loudly. His arm muscles bulged, and he punched Fang Cheng hard.
At the same time, I secretly swear in my heart:

Even if you are as agile as a monkey, can you withstand the power of my punch that can kill an elephant?

The fist whistled as it attacked the enemy with extremely ferocious force.

Wherever it passed, even the air trembled and made a sharp sound of breaking wind.

However, the next second.

The scene before him once again shattered the strong man's self-confidence.

Fang Cheng stood still, raising his hand seemingly lightly, but firmly caught the strong man's full-strength attack.

Then he turned his wrist and twisted his arm like a vise.

The strong man suddenly felt a piercing pain in his arm, as if his bones were about to be broken.

The muscles on his face twisted in pain, and he let out a painful groan and opened his mouth to curse.

Fang Cheng didn't give him the chance. He raised his hand and slapped the burly man hard in the face.

The slap was so powerful that, with a crisp "pa" sound, the strong man lost his balance instantly. He fell back with his head raised, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

In the blink of an eye, several gangsters who had been so arrogant just now were subdued and disarmed by Fang Cheng, and fell unconscious to the ground.

The battle was over before even the pursuers who emerged from the mountains and forests got close.

Da da da.

As the messy footsteps sounded, they looked from afar and couldn't help but slow down their pursuit.

His eyes were filled with astonishment and surprise, as if he had witnessed an unexpected performance of bare-handed gun-grabbing.

Fang Cheng turned around and looked at the person who came calmly.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a dark face and wearing a leather jacket.

Although he is not tall, he looks extremely tough, with sharp and bright eyes, and he exudes the aura of a veteran.

There seemed to be traces of a fight on the leather jacket, with several cuts on it, and half of a wolf head tattoo was faintly visible in the open collar.

It was faintly visible in the sunlight, revealing a sense of wildness, and it was obvious that he was a ruthless character. Looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and with a bit of vigilance, he asked:
"What's your name, sir?"

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, then showed a little excitement and explained the situation:
"I am a tourist who came to Yulong Lake for vacation. I passed by here for my morning run and saw a few gangsters pointing guns at the old man with the intention of robbing him, so I tried to stop (beat) them."

As he said this, he pointed at the fisherman who was still lying on the ground with his hands in his hands, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.

"Oh."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and kept his eyes on Fang Cheng for a few seconds, as if evaluating the credibility of his words.

Then he stepped forward, his face showing approval, and continued:

"Thank you for your help, little brother. These guys were suspected of illegal tomb robbery and have been fleeing in the mountains. We chased them for a long time before we found out their whereabouts..."

Hearing this, the fisherman opened his eyes as if he had finally found his savior, got up, and said anxiously:

"Comrade police officer, I can testify!"

"I am a villager nearby. I was really scared when I encountered this incident today. This guy is a good person."

"If he hadn't beaten me—no, he had stopped me—I would have lost my life. You must not wrongly accuse a good person..."

As he spoke, he brushed the dust off his body, trying to appear calm, but his incoherent speech lacked persuasiveness.

The middle-aged man forced a smile on his dark face as a response.

Then he squatted down and looked carefully at the three gangsters lying on the ground, sleeping like babies.

Looking at their wrists twisted beyond recognition and their faces swollen like pig heads, I couldn't help but gasp.

Especially at the wrist, the muscles were purple with a hint of dark red bruises, and it was obvious that an extremely strong squeezing force had been applied to them.

Even if the bones and ligaments are not completely broken, they will be damaged and full of cracks and holes.

"Don't worry, I will be ruthless but measured. They will only have to lie in bed for ten days or half a month at most. They will suffer a little, but their lives will not be in danger."

Fang Cheng defended himself without changing his expression.

"hehe."

The middle-aged man's smile was a little stiff, but it also showed a little relief:

"Okay, then I'll take them back to the police station for questioning."

After completing the inspection, he immediately signaled with his eyes to several of his frightened men behind him to come forward and pick up the tomb robbers one by one.

Then he clasped his fists towards Fang Cheng and said loudly:

"Thank you so much for this, little brother. See you later. If you run into trouble in the future, feel free to come to the Municipal Bureau to find us. The men in our bureau respect enthusiastic heroes like you the most!"

Fang Cheng also smiled and bowed in return:
"You're welcome, officer. Police-civilian cooperation is part of our job. See you later."

He stood tall and straight, and his response was neither humble nor arrogant.

After saying this, the group came and left in a hurry, and soon disappeared on the forest path.

"Just leave like that?"

The fisherman looked in the direction they left, still feeling a lingering fear, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"What else do you want?"

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the fisherman: "Do you want the police to invite you to the police station for a cup of hot tea?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant..."

The fisherman shrank his neck, shivered in the wind, and shook his hands repeatedly:
"This place is too weird, boy, let's go!"

As he spoke, he ran towards the lake and hurriedly picked up the fishing gear scattered on the ground. His hands were shaking so much that he either knocked over the fishing rod or spilled the bait.

He was obviously very scared and just wanted to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Fang Cheng stood where he was, quietly looking at the figures hidden in the mist.

As the footsteps quickly faded away, the sound of light conversation could be vaguely heard.

Although I couldn't hear it clearly, I could feel a certain sense of urgency and anticipation.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

He immediately withdrew his gaze and turned around, subconsciously scanning the dense and deep forest.

Suddenly, he keenly realized that there seemed to be other people hiding in the woods.

The extremely faint breathing sound and the rustling noise were like falling leaves.

If you don't listen carefully, it's hard to notice the difference.

Deep in the fog, pairs of eyes were quietly gazing at the scene here.

The look seemed to be inquiring and vigilant, sending chills down one's spine.

Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he suppressed many of the doubts in his mind.

Looking up at the fisherman who was already running in front of him, he quickly took a step and ran away.

....................................

Spacious and bright bathroom interior.

Fine wisps of steam, with a faint scent of lavender, filled the air.

Fang Cheng lay in the bathtub with his head tilted back, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying his bath time.

The warm water wraps around the body, and the massage jets rhythmically impact the shoulders and back, bringing waves of tingling and comfortable feeling.

However, Fang Cheng's mind kept popping up the strange things that happened during his run this morning.

Those guys who claim to be police officers can actually see through the flaws at a glance.

Whether in their words and deeds, or the underworld aura they exude, it shows that they are actually no different from the three gangsters.

Fang Cheng deliberately didn't point it out.

The other party did not deliberately pretend to be a police officer.

They pretended to be stupid to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

But before leaving, I discovered that there were other peepers hiding in the dark around me.

This made Fang Cheng very confused.

If it is true as the fisherman said, there are dangers and strange things in the Misty Mountain.

So what is there that is worth them risking their lives to fight over?

After a moment of thought, Fang Cheng shook his head and smiled.

Even if there is some priceless treasure, I am not the kind of person who is only interested in profit.

This matter is certainly curious, but it is just curiosity.

Fang Cheng stretched his hand out from the hot water and gently clicked a few buttons on the smart panel on the side of the bathtub.

The massage nozzles at the bottom of the bathtub suddenly increased their power, and the strong and rhythmic water flow was like a pair of nimble fingers, massaging every acupuncture point on the body and soothing tense muscles.

With the impact of the water flow, the fatigue in his body completely dissipated, and Fang Cheng let out a long sigh of relief.

I have to go to Xu Sanduo's company in the afternoon.

Ma Dong Hyuk has been busy with his retreat and cultivation recently, and he has never sold those antiques, so he needs to deal with them personally.

For Fang Cheng.

When it comes to making money, doing it little by little and keeping your feet on the ground is the most reassuring thing.

Robbery is fun, but it lacks a sense of accomplishment.

of course.

If it is picked up from the crime scene, it is not considered "robbery".

(End of this chapter)