Nominal: Hou Liangping blocking the door? He was slapped away!

Qi Tongwei's heart pounded as he stared intently at Shen Zhong.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his resentment was almost tangible, threatening to devour the man before him.

But he dared not move.

He didn't even have the courage to clench his fist.

The burning pain on his cheeks constantly reminded him of how terrifying the man before him was.

That wasn't the backstabbing and intrigue of officialdom.

That was pure, irrational, absolute crushing power.

Shen Zhong saw through his inner struggle and resentment.

He lifted the toe of his military boot and gently kicked the patch of ground stained with Cheng Du's blood.

The dark red stain had been blurred and indistinct by his heels.

"Qi Tongwei".

The heavy voice was very soft.

"Don't let me catch you doing anything wrong again."

"Otherwise, that will be your fate."

This warning was like a cold wind, extinguishing the last spark of anger that had just ignited in Qi Tongwei's heart.

He shuddered and instinctively took a half-step back.

Shen Zhong slowly turned around and looked around.

His gaze swept across everyone's face.

These people in their crisp police uniforms should be defenders of the rule of law in the country.

But now, they have become the watchdogs of the powerful and wealthy.

A hint of undisguised disgust showed on his solemn face.

"This suit of clothing."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"They don't deserve to leave here dressed like this."

The voice just fell.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

More than a dozen Dragon Fang special forces members moved in unison, simultaneously pulling the bolts of their rifles.

The sound of a bullet being chambered was particularly jarring in the empty courtyard.

They strode forward, their chilling killing intent palpable, as they approached the group of key members of the provincial department.

The people in the provincial department panicked.

An older, seemingly experienced policeman mustered his courage and shouted.

"What are you trying to do!"

"We're from the Provincial Public Security Bureau!"

His answer was the cold muzzle of a gun, and an even colder command.

"Take it off!"

A special forces soldier pointed his gun at the police uniform jacket he was wearing.

The old policeman's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"How dare you! This is an insult to state public officials!"

He tried to use the law to uphold his last shred of dignity.

however.

The special forces soldier didn't waste any words.

He suddenly thrust the stock of his Type 95 rifle forward.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The butt of the gun slammed into the old policeman's abdomen.

"Well……"

The old policeman let out a painful groan, his whole body bent over in agony like a boiled shrimp.

He clutched his stomach, unable to speak.

This scene completely shattered everyone else's thoughts of resistance.

Faced with absolute military force, all identities, statuses, and laws seem so pale and powerless.

"Take it off!"

The cold command rang out again.

This time, no one dared to resist.

In the humiliating silence, the rustling sound of clothes being taken off could be heard.

Someone unbuttoned their shirt.

Someone unzipped their zipper.

One by one, the police uniform jackets that represented power and glory were reluctantly taken off and thrown onto the cold ground.

The cold wind of the early morning blew against their bodies, which were only wearing thin shirts.

They felt more than just cold.

More than anything, it was a chilling feeling that went deep into the bones, a chilling feeling called humiliation.

All eyes were instinctively drawn to one person.

Qi Tongwei.

As the highest-ranking officer in this group, he remained standing in the same spot, without moving.

He gripped the collar of his second-level police superintendent uniform tightly with one hand.

That white shirt, with the police badge torn off, became his last and only fig leaf.

That was his last line of defense for dignity.

He can't retreat.

Shen Zhong remained silent.

He just watched him quietly.

That invisible pressure, like a mountain, made it almost impossible for Qi Tongwei to breathe.

Time passed by, second by second.

Every second was torture for Qi Tongwei.

at last.

Two of the tallest special forces soldiers walked up to him, one on his left and one on his right.

Qi Tongwei's breathing stopped at that moment.

He gripped his collar tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

One of the special forces soldiers reached out and grabbed his wrist.

That hand was like an iron clamp.

Qi Tongwei's prized fighting skills were utterly useless against that immense power.

He felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

My fingers loosened uncontrollably.

Another special forces member grabbed his collar without any hesitation.

"Sizzle—!"

A sharp tearing sound rang out.

Several buttons popped off with a thud.

The police superintendent's uniform that represented his deputy director-level rank was roughly ripped off his body.

Qi Tongwei felt a chill run through his body.

He looked down.

All that was left on her was a thin white vest.

Under the stark white light of a dozen searchlights, his muscular body, honed by years of training, trembled uncontrollably in the chilly early morning wind.

All the majesty, all the dignity, all the image.

At this moment, all is gone.

He was like a clown who had been stripped naked in public, bearing the gaze of everyone.

Shen Zhong waved his hand.

That was an extremely simple action.

But it was like a royal pardon.

"Get lost."

He uttered two words as if shooing away a swarm of annoying flies.

The heavy iron gate of the branch office slowly opened amidst a screeching sound.

Outside the door, the deepest darkness lies before dawn.

The streets were deserted, without a single person in sight.

Qi Tongwei kept his head down.

He dared not look anyone in the eye.

He led his equally disheveled men, taking stiff steps.

Like a group of defeated prisoners, they walked out of that door that they would never forget.

They dared not turn back.

Behind me, I heard the sound of an iron gate slamming shut.

"Clang—!"

That loud bang seemed to separate two completely different worlds.

Shen Zhong stood in the courtyard.

He stared at the pile of police uniforms carelessly discarded on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

He gave Zhou Weiguo his final order.

"Burn it all."

Zhou Weiguo did not hesitate at all.

"yes!"

Soon, a bucket of gasoline was poured on it.

A Mars.

"boom!"

Flames rose up, greedily devouring the clothing that represented the state's legal authority.

The orange-red firelight illuminated Shen Zhong's cold, sculpted face.

This also signifies the complete end of this night's bloodshed and struggle.

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.

A new day is about to begin.

But everyone knows that the huge upheaval in the officialdom of Handong has only just begun; the commotion last night was enormous.