232: Chapter 232 The Lie of Police-Community Cooperation

Chapter 232: The Lie of Police-Civilian Cooperation

Hearing this furious roar, the fisherman's legs went weak in fright, and he dropped straight to his knees on the ground.

He tremblingly raised his hands in surrender:

"B-Don't shoot, Big Bro! I'm just an old man fishing by the lake, I didn't do anything!"

"Damn it, why is a fisherman Running so fast? Are you part rabbit or what?"

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The person who shouted was a fierce-looking, burly man. He strode forward, swung the butt of his gun, and smashed it against the fisherman's head.

"Ow!"

The fisherman let out a cry of pain, hugged his head with both hands, and curled his body into a ball.

Completely ignoring the fellow's wails, the burly man turned his head viciously and glared at Fang Cheng, who was standing to the side looking stunned.

At the same time, the other two moved with great agility, holding rifles in both hands as they quickly swarmed over, trapping the fisherman and Fang Cheng in a fan shape.

The pitch-black gun muzzles were aimed straight at the two men's heads, and their eyes were likewise filled with vigilance and ferocity.

Fang Cheng, however, was exceptionally calm at the moment, quietly observing every move these few people made.

Judging by their slightly panicked expressions and disheveled attire, they had clearly encountered quite a bit of trouble deep in the mountain.

They were most likely ruthless bandits with human lives on their hands.

"Brothers, I'm terribly nearsighted!"

A bleeding cut was smashed onto the fisherman's forehead, and fresh blood slowly trickled down his cheek.

Yet he didn't dare open his eyes at all, only keeping them tightly shut with terror plastered across his face as he begged repeatedly:

"I didn't see what you guys looked like just now. Please let me go, I promise I won't be able to recognize you after I leave here..."

"Cut the crap, what were you whispering about just now? Were you trying to leak information?"

Unmoved, the burly man kept his gun pointed at him and interrogated him sternly:

"Speak, which faction do you belong to? Are you informants planted by the Black Wolf, or people from another gang? If you don't talk, I'll blow both your brains out!"

"I'm wronged! We're both good citizens!"

Seeing that the other party seemed to have mistaken him for an accomplice of the bandits, the fisherman was so anxious tears almost fell, and he quickly defended himself:

"I'm just fishing here, and he just happened to be Running by. We're ordinary folks with nothing to do with any gang. We were just standing here chatting for a bit."

The other man held his rifle, stared at Fang Cheng, who had a strong build and looked obviously more suspicious, and shouted in a low voice:

"Kid, why aren't you talking? Are you scared stupid or are you mute?"

As he spoke, he abruptly thrust the gun muzzle forward, pressing it straight against Fang Cheng's forehead.

Facing the pitch-black, ice-cold muzzle, Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of dangerous light flashing faintly in his pupils.

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense and gunfire was on the verge of erupting.

From the distance, a flurry of noisy footsteps suddenly came over, accompanied by faint shouts:

"Over there, hurry and chase!"

The arrival of these sounds caused the expressions of these originally fierce-looking fellows to change drastically on the spot as they immediately exchanged glances.

"Damn it, they've caught up again!"

One of the ruthless bandits blurted out, his voice tinged with panic.

The burly man gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with ferocity, seemingly signaling his accomplices to get rid of the two troubles in front of them first before Running away.

Meanwhile, the bandit holding his gun against Fang Cheng's forehead slightly shook the finger resting on the trigger, about to press it down.

Fang Cheng captured this exact moment.

Before you could blink, facing the muzzle that was about to spit out bullets, his figure suddenly sprang into motion.

Snap!

His sole rapidly frictioned against the Running track, making a crisp and short sound, kicking up a small puff of dust.

That ruthless bandit only felt a blur before his eyes, and the young man who had been standing right in front of him miraculously vanished from the spot.

Immediately after, a sharp pain came from his wrist, as if it had been tightly clamped by steel pliers, and his five fingers involuntarily loosened.

With a flustered gaze, he slightly shifted his eyes, only to see a figure like a ghost clinging closely to his right side, coldly gazing right at him.

Just as he terror-strickenly opened his mouth, about to let out a shout.

A pain shot through the back of his head as if struck heavily by a sledgehammer, his vision went black, and in an instant, he lost consciousness.

At this moment, the rifle in his hand hadn't even completely left his control yet before it began to drop downward.

The figure clinging to him then lunged fiercely at the other two like a whirlwind with a whoosh.

At this time, the other two accomplices had just noticed the commotion and hurriedly turned their heads to look over.

Even though they were seasoned through countless bloody battles and had forged hard-earned skills of seeing all directions and listening to all sides.

But at such close range, facing this kind of lightning-fast explosive speed, it was simply not something a normal person's nervous system could react to.

Fang Cheng bent down, his whole body acting like a spring, and with a swish, he catapulted in front of the other ruthless bandit.

His strike was as fast as lightning; in a split second, he snapped the opponent's wrist and locked his throat, executing a set of grappling techniques in one go without any stagnation.

Immediately afterward, he gave a casual toss.

That ruthless bandit was easily flung backward like a tattered sack.

At this moment, the remaining burly man finally snapped back to his senses.

Witnessing this scene, he instinctively turned the muzzle and pressed hard on the pistol trigger, only to discover in astonishment that it couldn't be pulled at all.

Afterwards, his gaze shifted downward, and his pupils drastically shrank.

Unbeknownst when, a thumb had impressively wedged itself between the trigger and the guard, jamming his action of firing.

The young man before him seemed to have mastered the extraordinary ability of shifting position and exchanging places, crossing a distance of several meters in a split second to appear in front of him like teleportation.

Clang, clang.

At this time, the rifles in the hands of the two subdued ruthless bandits had just hit the ground, successively emitting two loud impact sounds.

The burly man's heart also violently skipped a beat, a wave of emotions mixed with fear and anger surging up.

He instantly widened his eyes in rage, let out a loud shout, his arm muscles bulging high, and threw a heavy punch fiercely toward Fang Cheng,

At the same time, he hardened his heart internally:

"So what if you're fucking agile like a monkey? Let's see if you can handle a punch of mine with the strength to crush an elephant!"

The wind of the fist whistled, attacking the enemy with an immensely fierce brute force.

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

However, the next second.

The scene before his eyes once again shattered the burly man's self-confidence into pieces.

Fang Cheng's posture stood motionless, seemingly lifting his hand effortlessly, yet steadily catching the burly man's full-strength blow.

Then, taking advantage of the momentum, he twisted his wrist, his arm exerting force like a vise to twist.

The burly man suddenly felt a piercing, bone-deep pain coming from his arm, as if his bones were about to be wrung apart.

It hurt so much that the muscles on his face distorted, a painful grunt escaped his mouth, and he opened his mouth wanting to curse.

Fang Cheng didn't give him this chance, then raised his palm and heavily slapped the burly man across the face.

This slap was full of force; accompanied by a crisp "crack", the burly man's body instantly lost balance, falling straight backward with his head up, rolling his eyes back, and fainting.

In the blink of an eye, these ruthless bandits who had been arrogant and irrepressible just moments ago were cleanly and decisively subdued, disarmed, and slapped unconscious onto the ground by Fang Cheng.

Even those pursuers emerging from the mountain forest hadn't run close yet before the battle was already over.

Tap, tap, tap.

Accompanied by messy footsteps, they watched from afar, involuntarily slowing down their pursuit speed.

Their eyes were filled with astonishment and surprise, as if they had witnessed firsthand an unexpected performance of empty-handed gun disarming.

Fang Cheng turned around and looked calmly at the newcomers.

The person leading them was a middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket with a dark complexion.

Although not tall in stature, he appeared exceptionally fierce, his eyes sharp and bright, radiating an aura of someone seasoned in battles.

The leather jacket seemed to have traces of a fight remaining on it, slashed with a few cuts, and half of a wolf-head tattoo was faintly revealed within his open collar.

Faintly visible under the sunlight, it exuded a wild vibe, clearly making him a ruthless character.

Looking at the scene before him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and with a bit of vigilance, he asked:

"This gentleman, how should I address you?"

Fang Cheng withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, then showed a slight expression of excitement to explain the situation:

"I'm a tourist vacationing at Yulong Lake. Passing by here during my morning Running, I encountered several bandits pointing guns at that uncle over there with the intent to rob him, so I stepped in to stop them."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to point at the fisherman, who was still hugging his head and lying prone, wishing he could bury his head into the ground.

"Oh."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Fang Cheng for a few extra seconds, seemingly evaluating the credibility of his words.

Then he stepped forward, a look of approval showing on his face, and continued:

"Thank you for your help, little brother. These fellows are suspected of illegal tomb raiding and have been fleeing in the mountain. We pursued them for a long time before tracking down their whereabouts..."

Hearing these words, as if he had finally waited for his savior, the fisherman hurriedly opened his eyes, climbed to his feet, and said eagerly:

"Police comrade, I can testify!"

"I'm a nearby villager. Running into this kind of thing today scared me to death. This young man is a good person."

"If it weren't for him stepping in to beat—oh no, I mean stop them, my old life would be gone. You must not wrong a good person..."

As he spoke, he patted the dust off his body, trying to make himself look a bit calmer, but his incoherent performance ultimately lacked some persuasiveness.

A smile squeezed out of the middle-aged man's dark complexion served as a response.

Then he squatted down and carefully examined the three ruthless bandits lying on the ground, plunged into a baby-like sleep.

Looking at their twisted wrists that were out of shape and their faces swollen like pig heads, he couldn't help but draw in a cold breath internally.

Especially at the wrists, the purplish muscles revealed a dark red of stagnant blood, obviously having been subjected to an immensely powerful crushing force forcefully.

Even if the bones and ligaments weren't completely broken, they must have been battered full of cracks and riddled with holes.

"Rest assured, I know my limits when striking heavily. They will at most lie in bed for ten days to half a month and suffer a bit, but it won't endanger their lives."

Fang Cheng defended himself with an expressionless face.

"Hehe."

The middle-aged man's smile was slightly stiff, yet it also revealed a hint of gratification:

"Alright, then I'll take them back to the police station for interrogation."

After finishing the inspection, he immediately signaled with his eyes for several subordinates behind him, who wore shocked expressions, to step forward and prop up the tomb raiders one by one.

Then he cupped his fists toward Fang Cheng and said in a clear voice:

"Many thanks this time, little brother. Until we meet again. If you encounter 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 likewise wore a smile and returned the salute by cupping his hands:

"You're too polite, officer. Police-civilian cooperation is part of my duty. Until we meet again."

His posture was upright, and his responsive words were neither humble nor overbearing.

With that, the group came in a hurry and left in a hurry, quickly disappearing onto the trail in the woods.

"Just like that, they left?"

Gazing at the direction they left, the fisherman still had lingering fear, his voice carrying a trace of disbelief.

"What else do you want?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at the fisherman: "Don't tell me you want the police comrades to invite you to the station for a cup of hot tea?"

"No no no, I don't mean that..."

The fisherman shrank his neck. As a gust of wind blew over, he couldn't help shivering and waved his hands repeatedly:

"This place is too weird, young man, let's hurry up and leave!"

As he spoke, he bolted toward the lake, hurriedly packing up the fishing gear scattered on the ground. His hands trembled nonstop, either knocking over the fishing rod or spilling the bait.

Clearly frightened out of his wits, he just wanted to escape this place of right and wrong quickly.

Fang Cheng stood in place, quietly gazing at the figures hidden in the mist.

As the footsteps rapidly faded away, faint traces of conversation drifted into his ears.

Although not very clear, he could feel a certain emotion of urgency and expectation.

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly, deep in thought.

Soon he withdrew his gaze, and as he turned around, he subconsciously swept his eyes across that dense, deep mountain forest.

Suddenly, he keenly sensed that there seemed to be other people hidden inside the woods.

Extremely faint sounds of breathing and rustling movements, resembling falling leaves.

If one didn't listen carefully, it would be hard to notice the abnormality within.

In the depths of that fog, pairs of eyes quietly gazed at the scene here.

Their gazes seemed to carry inquiry and vigilance, making one's spine chill.

Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he suppressed the numerous doubts in his heart.

Looking up at the fisherman who was already Running ahead, he also swiftly strode out, Running away from this place.

Inside the spacious and bright bathroom.

Fine water vapor, carrying a faint scent of lavender, permeated the air.

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

The warm water enveloped his body, and the massage nozzles rhythmically impacted his shoulders and back, bringing waves of tingling comfort.

However, in Fang Cheng's mind, the strange events he encountered during his morning Running still surfaced from time to time.

Those fellows claiming to be police officers could actually have their flaws seen through at a glance.

Regardless of their speech and behavior, or the Jianghu aura exuding from their bodies, it all indicated that they actually had no essential difference from the three ruthless bandits.

Fang Cheng intentionally didn't point it out.

The other party also didn't deliberately play the role of police officers.

They played dumb with each other and took the cue to back down, avoiding unnecessary conflicts.

Only before leaving, he discovered that there were actually other peepers hidden in the dark around.

This made Fang Cheng feel very perplexed.

If it was really like what the fisherman said, dangers and weird occurrences existed in Miwu Mountain.

Then what on earth was there that made them risk stepping into it and fighting among themselves?

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

Even if there really were some priceless treasures, he wasn't the kind of person blinded by greed.

While this matter was indeed intriguing, it stopped at curiosity.

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

The massage nozzles at the bottom of the bathtub instantly increased power, and the strong, rhythmic water flow massaged every Acupoints of his body like pairs of nimble fingers, soothing his tense muscles.

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

This afternoon he still had to make a trip to Xu Sanduo's company.

Ma Donghe had recently been busy Cultivating in seclusion, and those few antiques had never been sold off, requiring personal handling.

For Fang Cheng.

When it comes to making money, bit by bit and being down-to-earth is the most reassuring.

Robbery is good, but it lacks a sense of achievement.

Of course.

If it was picked up from a crime scene, then it wouldn't count as "robbing".