How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 329 Despicable

Just as Zhao Qiang and Jiang Xiaofeng were completely bewildered, a police car pulled up to the side of the road, and two more police officers got out and, together with the previous officers, pulled them up from the ground.

Just as he was about to be taken away as a criminal, Zhao Qiang finally came to his senses and shouted, "Stop, stop! Officer, don't take us away. It's all a misunderstanding. We know each other and were just joking around."

Jiang Xiaofeng, who had dyed his hair yellow, also realized what was going on and immediately chimed in, "That's right, officer. He and I are friends. We compete to see who can fight better. If you don't believe me, you can check our phones. I have his phone number, WeChat ID, and even a photo of us together."

Both of them had been to the police station before for fighting, received warnings, fines, and even been detained, so they were used to it.

He used to always stand up for his brothers, and he didn't care about being punished, because they were brothers, and it sounded good to others. But this time, he got into a fight with his brother over a trivial matter. If he is punished, it would be really unfair, and people would laugh at him if word got out.

Upon hearing this, the police officers' gazes simultaneously swept back and forth between the blond-haired man and the tattooed youth. One of them said irritably, "Are you kidding me? Look at the two of you now, bruised and battered. Are you sure this is just a joke?"

The middle-aged woman who had been punched said sarcastically, "Friends fighting to the death? Are you two just fake brothers?"

The old man whose dentures had been knocked out looked at the police and said, "Officers, don't believe them. Those two were acting like madmen. I was just trying to break up the fight, and they punched me, knocking my dentures out. I still haven't found them."

Zhao Qiang and Jiang Xiaofeng looked bewildered, completely forgetting that they had hit someone, but seeing the people around them standing up for the elderly, it seemed that they really had hit them, and they felt wronged.

"Sir, it might have been an accident. We really didn't mean to. I apologize to you," Zhao Qiang said, then bowed, hoping the old man wouldn't pursue the matter or cause any more trouble.

"Yes, grandpa and grandma, we were so engrossed in the game that we didn't notice you. We promise it won't happen again." Jiang Xiaofeng also bowed and apologized.

The old man snorted and said with a sneer, "Weren't you all pretty tough just now? Now that you see the police are here, do you know you were wrong? Heh, too late. People like you need to go to the police station for a lesson."

"Correct!"

"You're right!"

Other elderly men and women chimed in.

Jiang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, his heart filled with hatred for these elderly men and women.

If it weren't for these elderly folks being nosy, the police might have already given them a few words of criticism and let them go.

Zhang Wen, a bystander, noticed the hatred in Huang Mao's eyes, so he threw another advanced negative personality derivative at him to add some spice to the scene.

When the advanced negative personality derivative landed on Huang Mao, it immediately transformed into a raging demon king, amplifying the host's emotions infinitely.

Instantly, Jiang Xiaofeng's eyes turned extremely sinister, and he began to curse at the old man who had just spoken.

"Old Deng, what's wrong with hitting me?"

"I was just joking with my friend, who told you to meddle?"

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You're trying to break up the fight, I think you're just trying to scam me!"

"You old bastard, you deserved to lose your dentures. Why didn't I beat the shit out of you?"

"..."

Everyone present was stunned when they heard the blond-haired man swearing.

So crazy?

He was bowing and apologizing just a moment ago, but now he's suddenly being rude. It seems he was just pretending before, and this is his true colors now.

"You..." The old man was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, pointing at the cursing blond-haired man, his lips trembling with anger.

I just got punched, and now I've been yelled at. My mood feels like it's been thrown into a blender. Resentment and anger are all mixed together, and I feel like even breathing has become difficult.

Those around him, seeing the arrogant demeanor of the blond-haired man, began to criticize him.

"This guy is really ungrateful. He shouldn't have tried to break up the fight and let them continue."

"What kind of person is he? He has no morals at all. Arrest him immediately."

"Young man, do you even know what it means to respect the elderly?"

Faced with the accusations from the crowd, Jiang Xiaofeng not only did not back down, but became even more arrogant, saying to the people around him: "Shut the hell up, what does it have to do with you? Do you think I need to teach me how to do things? If you keep talking nonsense here, I'll beat you all up too."

These words immediately provoked public outrage, and the crowd erupted into a commotion, surrounding the blond-haired man.

Some questioned him, some cursed him, and some even threw water at the blond-haired man, sparking a wave of condemnation against him.

Taking advantage of the fact that the blond-haired man wasn't paying attention, someone kicked him in the thigh, causing him to stumble.

"Who, who the hell kicked me? I'll scream!" the blond-haired man cursed.

Upon hearing this, the people around took advantage of the chaos to imprint their shoe soles on the blond-haired man's body.

Several middle-aged women were particularly formidable. They had a clear division of labor: some tore at his clothes, some scratched his face, and some pulled his hair, making the already bruised and swollen blond man even more disheveled.

To prevent the righteous from getting hurt, Zhang Wen quietly recalled the Great Demon King. The once arrogant blond man instantly became dejected, lowered his head, and hid in the policeman's arms, his expression more painful than crying.

what's the situation?
Why am I always the one who's hurt?
What did I do to deserve this?

Faced with the angry crowd, the police did not immediately stop them, but let them vent their anger, after all, the police are supposed to serve the people.

Moreover, this blond guy really deserves a beating, and since they can't take matters into their own hands, they can only rely on the power of the masses.

"Stop hitting him! You're killing him!"

"Police, help me!"

"I'll go back to the police station with you!"

The blond-haired man shouted.

After hearing this, the police officer silently counted to ten in his mind before speaking, "Everyone, calm down, stop fighting. Leave this to us, and we will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Because it was too noisy at the scene, these words did not have much effect.

Seeing this, the police could only pull the blond-haired man towards the police car to prevent the situation from escalating further.

"Snapped!"

The car door closes.

Looking at the excited crowd outside, Jiang Xiaofeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the police hadn't intervened in time, he might have been beaten to death by these people.

Sitting on the other side, Zhao Qiang frowned deeply, completely baffled by his brother's behavior. He could have easily resolved the matter by accepting a few words of criticism and going home, but now, his brother had stirred up trouble and turned a small matter into a big one, and he would probably be locked up for a few more days.

As the police car slowly drove away, the onlookers quickly dispersed, and the scene returned to calm, leaving only the electric scooter parked on the side of the road.

Zhang Wen threw the empty Xue Wang cup into the roadside trash can. Although the scene just now was entertaining, there were also some regrettable aspects.

They just couldn't find out who was behind it from those two thugs.

He didn't believe that the group's act of throwing stinky tofu was random; someone must have instructed them to do it.

To be honest, if there weren't only two high-level negative personality derivatives, he definitely wouldn't have recalled the volatile demon king just now.

There was no way around it; the Great Demon King was now his secret weapon, and he really couldn't bear to give them away.

If we had a hundred or two, we'd assign them to those blond-haired and tattooed youths, letting them experience what it's like to challenge everyone and everything.

Realizing the stinky tofu hadn't been cleaned up yet, Zhang Wen immediately ran towards the training center.

It absolutely cannot affect tomorrow's class.

"Ring ring ring!"

Just as they were about to reach the training center, bursts of electronic music suddenly started playing. Zhang Wen glanced at his phone; it belonged to that blond guy. He'd been so engrossed in watching the show that he'd forgotten to return it.

At this moment, two words are displayed on the screen: Dongzi.

They must be Huang Mao's friends.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the phone.

However, before he could speak, a man's voice came through the microphone.

"Xiaofeng, I can't make it. I had such bad luck just now. I crashed my bike while turning, and my leg got trapped under the car. I'm bleeding a lot and I'm on my way to the hospital. How are things on your end? Did you shake that guy off?"

Zhang Wen was taken aback. It seemed that this Dongzi was one of the people who threw stinky tofu tonight. But then he laughed. He was cursed with bad luck and deserved to crash.

"Hey, say something! By the way, I don't have any money on me or in my phone. Could you transfer me a few hundred yuan? I need it for the hospital later."

Zhang Wen thought for a moment, and suddenly had an idea. He said anxiously into the phone, "Xiaofeng and Qiangzi have been arrested and taken to the police station. You need to find a way to get them out quickly."

"what?"

The person on the other end paused for a moment, then immediately asked, "Who are you? Why were Xiaofeng and Qiangzi arrested and taken to the police station?"

“I’m Xiaofeng and Qiangzi’s friend. I don’t know why they were arrested by the police. But when Xiaofeng was arrested, he gave me his phone and asked me to help him find them. But I don’t know anyone at the police station. Do you know anyone?” Zhang Wen asked.

"I don't know him either." The voice on the other end of the line sounded guilty.

"Dongzi, I heard Xiaofeng and Qiangzi mention you. They said you're good brothers. Hurry up and take some money to Xianghe Police Station to see if you can pay a fine and settle this. I'll ask some other friends if anyone knows any police officers at Xianghe Police Station." Zhang Wen hung up the phone immediately after saying this, not giving the other party a chance to speak.

"..."

Dongzi looked at the phone that had been hung up, then at the blood flowing from his right leg, and was speechless.

He made the call to borrow money from Xiaofeng to pay for his medical expenses, but now he has to pay the fine at the police station instead.

Even if he did have some money, he wouldn't dare go to the police station to pay the fines for Qiangzi and Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng's 'friend' didn't know why Xiaofeng and Qiangzi were arrested by the police, but he was very clear that it was definitely related to throwing stinky tofu into the training institution.

He was also involved in this matter.

Sending him to pay the fine is tantamount to walking into a trap, isn't it?
There will be an additional fine to pay later.

But as his good brother, he couldn't just stand by and watch Xiaofeng and Qiangzi get detained.

Thinking of this, he found a contact on his phone and dialed the number.

This person was the one who orchestrated tonight's incident, so naturally, he'll have to figure out how to impose the fine.

Zhang Wen put his phone in his pocket, then stopped and ran in the opposite direction from the training center.

He was going to the police station to see if he could find anything unexpected.

Dongzi had no money and wanted to pay the fines for Xiaofeng and Qiangzi, so he had to ask others for help.

In this situation, the first person you should think of is your best friend, but if your best friend has already gone to throw stinky tofu, even if you manage to raise enough money, you definitely wouldn't dare go to the police station.

The most likely person to contact next is the one who instructed them to throw stinky tofu tonight.

Isn’t there a saying like that?
Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

If you work for someone, you'll naturally want to ask that person for help to smooth things over if something goes wrong.

Of course, all of this is just his speculation. As for whether this plan will work, that depends on fate.

A few minutes later, Zhang Wen appeared outside the Xianghe Police Station.

To avoid being discovered, he went into the convenience store across the street, bought a loaf of bread and a bottle of water, and then ate while observing through the glass window.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Wen had already eaten three pieces of bread, but still no one came to pay the fine for Huang Mao.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he took out Huang Mao's phone from his pocket and called Dongzi to find out what was going on.

Soon, the call was connected.

Before the other person could speak, Zhang Wen asked directly, "Dongzi, I couldn't find them. Did you go to the police station to pay the fines for Xiaofeng and Qiangzi?"

"I didn't go, but I found someone to pay the fine. They should be here soon," the other person said.

"Oh, that's all." Zhang Wen said and hung up the phone again.

A few minutes later, a Volkswagen Tiguan pulled up on the side of the road, and a person got out of the car and hurriedly walked into the police station.

Zhang Wen was stunned when he saw this person, because he had seen this person outside the training center yesterday. He heard from a parent that this person's name was Zhu Zhengyan, and he was the director of Jia Hua Art Examination Training.

Is it Jiahua again?

Zhang Wen couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

It seems Zhou Maoquan was really angry, resorting to such a despicable tactic as throwing stinky tofu, which is truly damaging to Jia Hua's reputation.

With that thought in mind, he walked out of the convenience store.

Now that the mastermind has been identified, there's no need to keep Huang Mao's phone.

He broke the phone in half, threw the pieces into the trash can, and then ran towards the training center.

Ten minutes later.

Zhang Wen returned to the training center.

Stinky tofu is sold both inside and outside the door, and you can smell its pungent odor from a great distance.

Passersby frowned as they walked by, hurrying past, afraid of getting tainted by the unpleasant smell. After all, people are out having fun at this time of night, and being smelly would make them unappealing and less likely to attract beautiful women and handsome men.

Looking at the stinky tofu scattered all over the floor, Zhang Wen suddenly didn't want to clean it up.

He took out his phone from his pocket, found his boss's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Mr. Li, are you resting?" Zhang Wen asked.

"No, is there something you need?" It was Li Lehua's voice on the other end of the line.

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to thank Mr. Li," Zhang Wen said gratefully.

"Thank me for what?" Li Lehua asked, puzzled.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for sending the stinky tofu. It's very stinky and authentic, but it's a bit of a shame that it all spilled on the ground," Zhang Wen said casually.

"what?"

"..."

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(End of this chapter)