I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

The plainclothes officer, referred to as "Team Leader Chen," gestured towards the guards inside the room and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't tell me you haven't seen that uniform before. There's no one like it in the entire Xia Kingdom. Remember that emergency support mission at the Red Star Steel Mill a few months ago?"

The plainclothes officer, who was about to draw his gun, suddenly changed his expression, his eyes filled with fear, staring intently at the guards. He finally remembered!

The middle-aged policeman's hand holding the gun trembled even more violently. He looked helplessly at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him, then at Zhou Weiguo's expressionless face, and finally slowly lowered the pistol.

"Don't be impulsive! It wasn't a big deal to begin with, but you hurt him, and that changes the nature of the situation. If this continues, things will get much worse. He's someone you can't afford to mess with!"

Zhou Weiguo almost burst out laughing when he heard this.

He looked at the other person with curiosity: "Come on, tell me, just how powerful is his backing? I've really messed with a lot of young masters these past two years. Many of them told me at first, 'I can't afford to offend him.' Now I want to see if I really can't afford to offend him."

The policeman looked around, staring at the rows of dark gun barrels, and could only grit his teeth and say, "Chief Engineer Zhou, my colleague was injured in an accident. You...you see, how about we leave it at that for now? Could you let me take him to the hospital first? Otherwise, if someone dies, or even if he's left with a disability, we won't be able to explain ourselves."

Zhou Weiguo raised an eyebrow, shook his head, and said in a gradually cold tone, "If you can't explain yourself, then don't. Just for the nonsense he just said, he deserves to be beaten to death."

The commotion inside the courtyard seemed quite significant, but the houses provided excellent cover, so people outside couldn't hear or see anything.

At most, only the two police officers from the local police station sensed something was wrong. They both put their hands on their sidearms but dared not act rashly, remaining on guard in place.

The situation inside the compound was extremely bizarre. Zhou Weiguo suddenly attacked and injured people, yet the police inside the compound obediently put down their guns.

What kind of operation is this? Considering that the other party might be from a special department of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the two police officers from the police station dared not intervene easily and could only stand guard outside the door.

Director Wang of the neighborhood office turned pale at this moment.

Since taking office, she has often heard people say that there is a "big shot" in the street she is in charge of, but she has never met him.

The main issue is Zhou Weiguo's incident last time, which implicated her superiors and many staff members of the street office. Now, very few people know the inside story.

She had initially thought that the so-called "big shot" was just someone with connections in higher positions, but now it seemed that he was most likely Zhou Weiguo in front of her. But how could this be explained by "having connections"? Breaking someone's leg in front of the police was simply outrageous! She secretly glanced at the police officers next to her who didn't even dare to say a word, and wisely lowered her head.

The middle-aged woman outside the door had just witnessed the police officers aiming their guns at Zhou Weiguo. She was now filled with excitement, muttering repeatedly, "Shoot! Shoot! If we kill Zhou Weiguo, Old Liu will definitely be released!"

But when she saw the police put their guns away, she angrily cursed inwardly, "Useless! Why didn't they shoot him dead?"

Even Qin Huairu, standing next to the second aunt, had a look of disappointment on her face.

Zhou Weiguo ignored the reactions of the crowd outside the courtyard. Seeing that no one dared to disturb him anymore, he squatted down again, looked down at the young man on the ground, and said in a calm but extremely authoritative tone: "Come on, keep cursing? I'm waiting for you to curse. For every curse you make, I'll slap you. That's reasonable, isn't it?"

"You're so..."

"Snapped!"

"This matter..."

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap rang out again, directly interrupting the young man's words.

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

"You...ga."

Finally, after countless slaps, just as Zhou Weiguo raised his hand, the young man only uttered half a word before abruptly shutting up.

This reaction left Zhou Weiguo somewhat amused and exasperated. He thought to himself, "This little brat is quite stubborn. He must have been slapped thirty or fifty times by now."

"Hey? Why did you stop yelling? Keep going!"

No matter what he said, the other person just glared at him through gritted teeth and refused to speak again.

Zhou Weiguo didn't care whether he cursed or not, and directly raised his hand to slap him.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

As he hit her, he cursed, "I'll teach you to stop cursing! I'll teach you to stop cursing! I'll teach you to be arrogant! I'll teach you to covet my woman!"

"Waaaaaah..............Waaaaah..."

Suddenly, the young man was so badly hit that he broke down completely and burst into tears, crying like a child who had suffered a great injustice.

Zhou Weiguo was completely dumbfounded, and even felt like laughing.

He gently patted the other person's face and asked, "Come on, tell me, are you crying so pitifully because you want your parents to back you up? Come on, tell me who your father is and who your grandfather is, let me see if you can scare me."

To everyone's surprise, the young man cried even harder: "Waaaaaahhhhh!"

The cries were heart-wrenching, enough to break anyone's spirit.

Zhou Weiguo really didn't want to smoke anymore. First, it was too close and too noisy. Second, his hand was already a little sore from hitting him.

He stood up, lit a cigarette, turned to the middle-aged policeman beside him, and immediately began to curse: "Whose little brat is this? So shameless, crying after just a few slaps?"

The middle-aged policeman looked conflicted and hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

Zhou Weiguo narrowed his eyes, his tone turning cold: "Forget it, I bet you wouldn't dare tell even if you knew. Just tell me what this guy's name is."

Seeing that the other person remained silent, Zhou Weiguo stared at him indifferently for a long while before speaking again: "I'm asking you a question. Tell me his name! This is the last time I'll ask you."

The middle-aged policeman glanced subconsciously at the guards beside him, and finally gritted his teeth: "His name is Lan Zhan."

When Zhou Weiguo heard this name, he was completely stunned.

A squinty-eyed fat man who loved to wander around instantly popped into his mind. He even had a strange thought: Even if he is your grandson, he doesn't have to be so arrogant, does he?

He shook his head to dismiss these strange thoughts, and then he froze.

The reason was simple: he suddenly thought of someone, a man surnamed Lan, an extremely troublesome person, which made him shudder and a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

He took two steps forward, looked down at the middle-aged policeman, and said sternly, "You know who I am? You know my identity, right?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, but he immediately tried to remain calm: "Comrade Zhou, what... what do you mean by that?"

Zhou Weiguo understood perfectly well.

He stared at the other person and declared directly, "Go back and tell your backers that whether you came here today to cause trouble or to test us, I hope this is the first and last time. Otherwise, next time, I don't care who you are, you'll all be leaving your lives behind."

The middle-aged policeman's expression changed again, as if he wanted to say something more.

Zhou Weiguo waved his hand impatiently and said, "Get out of here. Take this piece of trash with you. It's polluting the environment."