Section 10, Take Action

Ma Ge, it's not that I don't want to give you face; this dance hall is open to everyone. My brothers and I can come here too, right? A few of my brothers take turns asking this young lady to dance, but she just won't give us any face. Isn't that like slapping me in the face? This guy still dares to act all cocky in front of my brothers. Do you believe it? Today, I'm going to make you bleed!

Upon hearing Wang Fei speak so urgently, Zhao Guodong quickly fastened his pants and rushed outside. The dance hall was originally a place fraught with trouble. Having spent over half a year in the criminal police team, Zhao Guodong had encountered two cases: one involving intentional injury resulting in death and the other serious injury, both occurring in the dance hall. Most incidents stemmed from jealousy or drunken provocations. He did not expect that the club's dance hall would be the same.

Zhao Guodong did not wish to escalate the matter. Having just arrived at the Jiangmiao Police Station, such incidents may appear glamorous, but once they reach the station, the leadership may not necessarily appreciate it. They might even think he is deliberately seeking attention, especially when he is off duty.

It is sufficient to teach the other party a lesson; this fellow still possesses considerable strength. Most people would likely not withstand the grip of this individual. Zhao Guodong calmly released his hold and lowered his voice, "Get lost!"

"What does it matter to you where I come from?" Since the *illustrated* book was published, Zhao Guodong no longer cared, coldly crossing his arms and saying, "No need to get close; I am not one of you. I am not in the mood to chat with you today, so get lost!"

It was quite refreshing. Zhao Guodong watched the other party leave, and they did not utter many boastful remarks to save face. Zhao Guodong couldn't help but feel a slight fondness for the long-haired man.

The long-haired man suddenly felt the pressure; there was only one person, yet their imposing presence was quite formidable, resembling that of a seasoned practitioner.

Indeed, it was the trouble caused by Kong Yue and that girl in the purple dress. Ma Zhengkui was already inside, beads of sweat faintly visible on his forehead, yet his gaze was searching all around, and Zhao Guodong guessed he was looking for himself

A beautiful leg

The air was somewhat stagnant. Zhao Guodong initially did not want to get involved, as this was within Ma Zhengkui's responsibilities. However, it seemed that Ma Zhengkui might not be able to handle the situation with the other party, so he had no choice but to step in.

The man spouting wild words is in his thirties, with long hair and a plaid shirt that appears somewhat trendy. His polished leather shoes shine brightly. A deep scar mars his somewhat masculine facial features, adding a touch of ferocity to his flushed complexion. However, his eagle-like eyes still convey a sense of vigor and intellect.

The long-haired man was somewhat angry; how could this guy be so arrogant, could it be...

Damn it! Where did this bastard come from? Are you looking to get yourself killed?" A man beside the long-haired man, unable to contain his anger, suddenly lunged forward, and even the long-haired man could not hold him back

Taking a deep breath, the long-haired man squinted his eyes, and his hand instinctively reached into his pants pocket. "Little brother, which place are you from? It seems I haven't seen you in this textile factory before."

The long-haired man cracked the joints of his fingers, and the calluses on his hands and the scars on his face appeared particularly unsightly under the light. The tattoo of a green dragon on his robust arm was especially intimidating. With a face full of flesh and an air of defiance, the bulging pockets of his pants also sparked the imagination. This made some of the young workers, who were originally gritting their teeth and preparing to unite against these outsiders, hesitate.

"Brother Hu, could you do me a favor? They are all young ones from the factory and don't know better. Please don't hold it against them. Let's have a drink together another day." Ma Zhengkui said with a smile, while gesturing for the pale-faced young man standing in front of Kong Yue and her friend to step aside.

The long-haired man immediately realized that the tall and sturdy young man before him was not someone to be trifled with. Although Mao Er could not be considered anything special, he was nonetheless an experienced fighter who had been in many brawls. Yet, without even having a chance to react, he was kicked away by his opponent, unable to get up for a long time, clearly having suffered a significant loss

"Guo Dong, that frightened little fellow is Gu Xiao Feng, who is one rank lower than us. You might not remember him, he is the son of Gu Zhi Chang, the deputy factory director in charge of infrastructure and logistics. He loves to show off all day long, and now he has run into a thorny issue." Wang Fei whispered in Zhao Guo Dong's ear, "Ma Zheng Kui has no choice but to intervene; otherwise, his future days will be difficult."

However, if I were to leave in such a disheartened manner, how could I still assert myself as the leader in front of my brothers? The long-haired man let out a cold snort, approaching with a forced smile, and extended his hand, saying, "Little brother, I advise you to mind your own business!"

"Dance with you, brother? What do you think you are? I won't accompany you, what can you do about it?" Having made up his mind to step in, Zhao Guodong no longer held back and pushed through the crowd to enter.

Zhao Guodong slightly tilted his body, not even moving the hands he had crossed over his chest, and with a swift kick, he sent his opponent sprawling to the ground. "Keep your mouth clean! Is this a place for you to speak?!"

A glance at the other person's lower body revealed a hint of red on the edge of the pants, which immediately made the long-haired man realize the other person's identity: a public security officer

As soon as he ran out of the restroom, he saw that the dance hall was already bustling with noise, the music still playing. In the right corner, a large circle had formed, with a big crowd gathered there. Zhao Guodong, disregarding Wang Fei, took a quick step forward and pushed through the crowd to get inside.

Zhao Guodong had just entered the restroom when Wang Fei rushed in behind him, panting heavily. "Guodong, Guodong, something's wrong, there's been an incident, hurry up!"

Two hands clasped together, the long-haired man suddenly exerted force, yet he felt the other party's hands were like a pair of iron pincers, utterly immovable. His grip, he feared, could shatter an iron walnut, yet the other party showed no reaction. Just as he intended to withdraw his hand, the other party suddenly exerted force, causing half of his arm to go numb, nearly making him cry out!

Zhao Guodong also noticed that the other party seemed to have sensed his identity, yet he felt somewhat reluctant to accept this. Thus, he decided to test the waters and boldly extended his hand to grasp the other person's hand, saying, "I advise you all to leave early; otherwise, when the time comes, you won't be able to leave even if you want to"

The Jiangmiao Police Station does not have anyone by that name. However, I heard from Zhou Mazi that last year there seemed to be a person with the surname Zhao from their factory assigned to the county's criminal police team. It is said that he is the brother of Zhao Laosan, who often comes to Jiangmiao Town to fight. Could it be this guy

Ma Zhengkui felt somewhat troubled. These individuals were notorious on Jiangmiao Street, and while he recognized them, they did not frequently cause trouble at the factory. He had managed to persuade them to leave on two previous occasions, but this time it seemed they were not inclined to show him any respect. However, asking him to call those two girls to dance with this man's brothers was something he could not bring himself to do. If it came to that, he might as well resign as the head of security.

Ma Ge, I am giving you face. According to my temperament, I would want to deal with this kid tonight. Since you have intervened, I will not stoop to his level. Have him disappear immediately! Additionally, you must allow me to maintain my reputation in front of my brothers. How about this: let this young lady accompany my brother for a dance

The long-haired man had a pale face, casting a fierce glance around before turning away in silence. The few individuals beside him were equally perplexed by the situation, but upon seeing their leader's grim expression as he hurriedly left, they too dared not utter a word and quietly followed suit.

It would be best if those two girls were more perceptive and took the initiative to shoulder this responsibility, but it seems that both of them are stunned, standing there motionless, completely unaware of what to do.