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At that moment, the bespectacled man happened to snap a photo of Wang Zhiheng with a ferocious expression. Wang Zhiheng's eyes were wide open, his face was contorted, and his expression seemed to devour everything around him.

Cheng Yi stared intently at Wang Zhiheng and asked sternly, "Wang Zhiheng, where is Zheng Lin's body? What exactly did you do to him?"

Wang Zhiheng exploded like a powder keg that had been lit, roaring in a booming voice, "I didn't kill his whole family! You damn cops, you're just trying to frame me! I'm going to fucking kill you, chop you into mincemeat, and make you into char siu buns!"

He roared and struggled violently, the rage in his eyes seeming to burn Cheng Yi to ashes.

Upon hearing Wang Zhiheng's words, Cheng Yi's face lit up with wild joy. Like a hunter who had caught his prey, he excitedly shouted, "Wang Zhiheng, so you killed his whole family! You're dead this time, don't even think about escaping the law!"

Wang Zhiheng was stunned at first, then a deep sense of humiliation welled up in his heart. His eyes turned red, and he roared like a wounded beast: "You damn cop, you fucking tricked me!"

After saying that, he used all his strength and struggled violently. The force was astonishing, and he knocked both Ah Rong and Ah Hui to the ground in one go.

Then, like a madman, he pounced on Cheng Yi with lightning speed.

Cheng Yi reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side in a flash.

He quickly drew his gun from his waist and shouted, "Wang Zhiheng, put your hands up now, or I'll shoot!"

His voice carried a hint of tension and authority, and the gun was pointed firmly at Wang Zhiheng.

However, Wang Zhiheng had already gone mad. He ignored Cheng Yi's warning and pounced on Cheng Yi again without regard for anything else.

Left with no other choice, Cheng Yi pulled the trigger and fired a shot that struck Wang Zhiheng squarely in the shoulder.

Surprisingly, Wang Zhiheng seemed to feel no pain at all; the shot had no effect on him.

Like a raging bull, he continued charging forward, tackling Cheng Yi to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his hands forcefully, knocking the gun out of Cheng Yi's hand, and the gun slid a long distance on the ground.

Wang Zhiheng pressed down on Cheng Yi, gripping Cheng Yi's neck tightly with both hands. Cheng Yi immediately had difficulty breathing, his face turning red, and the two were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Seeing that Cheng Yi was being held down by Wang Zhiheng, Ahui and Arong were extremely anxious and pounced on him without hesitation, trying to pull Wang Zhiheng off Cheng Yi.

Both of them were young and strong constables, and they were usually quite adept at arresting criminals, but this time it was completely unexpected.

Wang Zhiheng was like an immovable mountain. No matter how hard Ahui and Arong tried, he remained as steady as a rock. His astonishing strength made the two of them somewhat desperate.

Just at this critical moment, a gunshot rang out, breaking the deadlock.

A burst of blood erupted from Wang Zhiheng's body; it turned out that Little Chili had decisively fired her gun.

The shot slowed Wang Zhiheng's movements for a moment. Taking advantage of this, Arong and Ahui used all their strength to pull Wang Zhiheng away from Cheng Yi and then pressed him heavily to the ground again.

Cheng Yi struggled to get up from the ground, clutching his throat, which was red and swollen from being choked, and gasped for breath.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself, "It's that choking again. This trick always works on me, and it's always this dangerous."

As he steadied his breathing, he glared at Wang Zhiheng, who was still struggling frantically, and shouted, "Wang Zhiheng, you have nowhere to run! Surrender now!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Wang Zhiheng let out a deep, thunderous roar.

He suddenly exerted force with both arms, the power seemingly coming from the primordial strength deep within his body, and once again knocked Ah Hui and Ah Rong to the ground.

Then, disregarding everything, he scrambled and stumbled towards the kitchen, his frantic and chaotic figure gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

Little Chili shouted to the waitress next to her: "Is there a back door here?"

The waiter shook his head and said: There is no back door.

Cheng Yi's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Oh no! He's definitely going to the kitchen to get a knife! Everyone, draw your guns!"

After saying that, he hurriedly lay down on the ground and began searching for his gun.

The ground was a mess, littered with various items. With great difficulty, his eyes spotted the gun. He immediately rushed over, picked it up, and then sprinted towards the kitchen.

Ah Hui and Ah Rong also reacted quickly and followed closely behind Cheng Yi.

As Cheng Yi ran, he shouted to Little Chili, "Little Chili, you stay here!"

Their figures quickly disappeared behind the kitchen door, leaving only a tense and suffocating atmosphere in the air.

Accompanied by a deafening shout: "I'll kill you all!"

Wang Zhiheng burst out of the kitchen like a mad beast.

He gripped a gleaming cleaver tightly in his hand, its sharp blade flashing with a chilling light under the lamplight, as if telling a story of its deadly nature.

Wang Zhiheng's eyes were bloodshot, revealing endless madness and murderous intent. He lunged straight at the constables, each step carrying a chilling aura.

"Fire!" Upon seeing this, Ah Rong shouted like a booming bell. The sound echoed in the tense air, like a battle horn.

Instantly, the .38 pistols in the hands of the three men opened fire in unison.

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed continuously in the confined space.

Every bullet struck Wang Zhiheng accurately, and his body was covered in blood-red flowers as if they had exploded, with blood splattering everywhere and spreading rapidly across his clothes.

Under the barrage of bullets, Wang Zhiheng finally succumbed and collapsed like a crumbling mountain, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ah Rong and Ah Hui breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put away their guns.

Ah Rong said with lingering fear, "What's wrong with this guy's body? He's already been shot twice, and he's still attacking like nothing happened. It's terrifying."

A trace of fear still lingered in his eyes, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Cheng Yi did not put down the gun in his hand. He gripped the gun tightly with both hands and carefully walked forward.

His gaze was fixed on Wang Zhiheng's wide-open, angry eyes, which seemed to still carry lingering anger and resentment.

Cheng Yi frowned and said, "This criminal's physical condition is extraordinary; we must not let our guard down."

After saying that, Cheng Yi slowly walked to Wang Zhiheng's side, raised his foot, and kicked hard at the hilt of the cleaver that Wang Zhiheng was holding.

Because Wang Zhiheng had immense strength, Cheng Yi had to kick him twice before finally managing to knock the knife out of his hand.

The knife slid to the ground in the distance with a clang, the sound of metal clashing sounding particularly jarring in the silent air.

Just then, Little Chili's anxious voice came from behind: "How is it? Is the criminal dead?" Her voice sounded particularly clear in the tense atmosphere.

Cheng Yi quickly turned around and shouted back, "He's already dead."

However, a sense of doubt arose in his heart, and he wondered to himself, "What's going on? Logically speaking, I should have already received a system notification, right?"

Suddenly, Cheng noticed that Xiao Lajiao, who had just entered the kitchen, had an extremely terrified expression on her face, her mouth agape in surprise.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he felt an overwhelming force coming from behind him. Then, a pair of hands as hard and powerful as iron clamps gripped his neck tightly once again.

"It's Wang Zhiheng? He's still alive?"

The thought flashed through Cheng Yi's mind in an instant. At that moment, he had difficulty breathing and his vision began to blur.

Ah Rong and Ah Hui were terrified by this sudden turn of events, but in their panic, they instinctively reached out their hands and tried to forcefully pull away Wang Zhiheng's steel-hard arms.

But Chili Pepper remained remarkably calm. With a sharp gaze and without the slightest hesitation, she quickly raised her gun, aimed, and fired decisively.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, Cheng Yi immediately felt the arm choking him lose its strength. He seized this rare opportunity and used all his strength to break free.

At this moment, he was furious to the extreme. Without hesitation, he pointed the gun in his hand at Wang Zhiheng's head and unleashed a barrage of bullets from the magazine, filling the entire kitchen with the sound of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder.

System notification: You have completed the random task, Eight Immortals Restaurant. You punished the heinous criminal Wang Zhiheng and have gained 20 points of system energy, 200 points of life time, 2 points of free attribute points, and one green light orb.

Cheng Yi looked at the three orbs of light in his backpack, two green and one white. Hehe, he'll find some time to wash his hands properly and open them up.

Ah Rong and Ah Hui, their faces full of worry, gently patted Cheng Yi's shoulder and asked in unison with concern, "How are you?"

Cheng Yi frowned, slowly touching his increasingly painful neck, gently shaking his head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Call for backup."

Ah Rong pursed his lips slightly, glanced outside, and lowered his voice, saying, "Can we handle those people outside?"

Cheng Yi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if to encourage himself, and then calmly said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

After saying that, Cheng Yi stepped outside. He first looked at the man with glasses, and the moment their eyes met, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding. The man with glasses then silently walked over and sat down next to him.

Cheng Yi then walked over to the remaining people and sat down heavily with a thud. He said with lingering fear, "Good heavens, I almost died at that guy's hands. His hands were like vises, he almost choked me to death. I was really lucky to be alive."

As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his neck, a look of relief on his face as if he had survived a close call.

The weasel-faced man quickly nodded in agreement, his face full of terror: "That's right! Everyone saw what happened just now. That Wang Zhiheng looked like he was going to kill someone! Sir, how's that guy? Is he dead or not?"

Cheng Yi said with a serious expression and a calm tone, "Don't worry, he was shot dead on the spot."

Upon hearing this, the man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his chest, and said, "I told you long ago, what good can come of going against the constables? That Wang Zhiheng, when he looks at people, there's always a fierce glint in his eyes, it's really creepy!"

Last time, I noticed a crooked hair in one of his char siu bao (barbecued pork buns), and I wanted to show it to him. Who knew, without saying a word, he slammed a knife down on the table with a loud bang! The force of his attack almost scared the wits out of me.

His words were like a drop of water splashed into a hot oil pan, instantly causing an uproar among the people around him, who started talking amongst themselves.

Cheng Yi raised his hands, waved them, and said loudly, "Everyone, please be quiet. In a little while, our guys will come to take your statements, so don't be afraid."

"Just describe in detail Wang Zhiheng's usual fierce and menacing demeanor, and the dangerous actions he just took against our police."

As he spoke, Cheng Yi took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and handed out a thousand-yuan bill (a large golden bull) to each person.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the money, and happy expressions immediately appeared on their faces.

The man with the pointed chin and monkey-like face quietly slipped the money into his pocket and whispered to Cheng Yi, "Officer, you can rest assured. In a little while, we'll go over our statements briefly, and I promise we won't say anything we shouldn't."

But hey, there's something I need to tell you. That four-eyed guy was fiddling with his camera the whole time.

Cheng Yi frowned slightly, patted the man with the pointed chin and monkey-like face on the shoulder without making a sound, then stood up and slowly walked to the man with glasses. He said in a calm tone, "Sir, shall we go outside and have a chat?"

The bespectacled man hung his camera neatly around his neck, followed Cheng Yi out of the crowd, and stopped in a cool, comfortable corner.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Cheng Yi, and said, "Sir, I'm a reporter just to make a living. As for what happened today, I just happened to be there by chance."

Here's what we'll do: you give me 1 yuan, and I guarantee you there will be absolutely no annoying comments or reports about me.

Cheng Yi nodded slightly and said calmly, "I'll give you 2 yuan, and you can keep your camera."

The bespectacled man was startled by what he heard, and his face instantly lit up with a fawning smile. He hurriedly said, "Sir, you're really too kind to me."

Cheng Yi snorted coldly, his face grim: "There's nothing I can do. I don't want to keep receiving letters with deadly photos or something like that every now and then."

As he spoke, his hand slowly moved to his waist, and with a "whoosh," he drew the gun, holding it in his hand; the dark gun barrel gleamed with a cold light.

The man's face immediately stiffened, and he forced a dry laugh: "Sir, how could I possibly do such a thing?"

Cheng Yi scoffed, her eyes piercing as she stared at him: "Threatening the police, maybe you don't dare now. But I bet you don't want to stay this poor forever, right? How many days can you live on 1 yuan?"

The man's eyes were fixed on the gun in Cheng Yi's hand. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly, but he dared not utter a sound.