Espionage: I Awaken Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 40 Three Sticks, Justice-Seeking Detective Shen

Everyone's attention was focused on the brick that was about to hit Niu Daikui on the head.

No one noticed that a lithe figure suddenly appeared in front of them, and the police baton swung down at the arm holding the brick!

The ronin grinned maliciously and swung the brick, ready to beat the meddlesome commoner in front of him to death.

Just as he was about to succeed, he suddenly felt a gust of wind and caught a glimpse of a dark shadow falling rapidly out of the corner of his eye.

The path it fell along was exactly his arm!

"Oh no!" Ronin's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tried to dodge.

Unfortunately, being slow at one step leads to being slow at every step, and when the arm is forcefully slamming forward, it is impossible to control the body to dodge quickly.

He could only watch helplessly as the long, dark shadow plummeted downwards, his eyes wide with terror as he muttered, "Screw you! Screw you!"

Unfortunately, the baton fell rapidly without hesitation, striking the outstretched arm in an instant.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, the sound of bones breaking.

Everyone was startled by this sudden change, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces full of surprise.

Even Niu Daikui and the three police officers stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that someone would commit violence and injure people right in front of them.

Wearing this suit, even gang members have to behave themselves. At most, they might disagree verbally, but I've never seen anyone dare to lay a hand on them.

A moment later, a pig-like scream erupted.

"Ah~!"

The screams echoed across the spacious square, attracting the attention of passersby further away, who turned around curiously to watch the spectacle.

The three police officers realized what was happening and were about to arrest the man who dared to make a move at the police station entrance.

But they were stunned when they saw that the other party was wearing a black police uniform and had the insignia of a first-class police officer on his shoulder.

To be fair, that was their superior officer. To lay a hand on him would be insubordination, a taboo in the workplace!

What's more, this constable has been making headlines these past two days. Even the chief inspector summoned him separately to praise him and gave him a special bonus of three hundred yuan.

He's currently a rising star in the McLan Police Station!

Not to mention their subordinates, even patrol chiefs and directors would nod and greet them with pleasantries.

Moreover, Shen Lang's fearsome reputation had already spread far and wide; he was known for being ruthless and merciless, capable of killing even his colleagues.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered!

The three looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The ronin stared blankly at the brick that had fallen to the ground, then at the fallen baton, initially feeling nothing.

But as time went on, a piercing pain came from his arm.

Moreover, after realizing what was happening, the intense pain intensified.

He clutched his fractured right arm and looked at the person who had suddenly attacked him.

Upon discovering that the person was Chinese, the humiliation and anger in my heart erupted instantly.

He shouted, "You—you dare hit me!"

Seemingly unable to accept the fact that he had been injured by the Chinese, he was determined to regain the dignity of an Imperial warrior, even as his right arm was in excruciating pain.

Despite the excruciating pain, he roared and slammed his left fist down.

Whether or not you can hit someone is not important; fighting back is an attitude, a way to find solace in the spirit of Bushido.

Shen Lang has excellent physical fitness and is a master of fighting. He often fights several people at the Sasa Dance Hall to snatch one dancer.

Now, faced with a symbolic counterattack from someone who is disabled, he simply sidestepped and dodged it.

With a smirk, he shouted loudly, "How dare you! You even assault a police officer!"

The sound was so loud that not only the onlookers but even Old Liu, the gatekeeper, heard it.

This stern shout demonstrates that one has taken the moral high ground.

In the instant he dodged, he swung his baton and bent down to strike the ronin's shin.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the ronin screamed and stumbled to the ground.

I struggled to get up despite the excruciating pain.

He had barely looked up when the police baton came swinging at him.

boom!

A stick struck him on the forehead, and he immediately felt a golden light before his eyes. He managed to get up, but then lay back down on the ground.

A warm current flowed down my forehead, and everything I saw turned red.

When I touched it, my palm was covered in blood.

But he couldn't care less about his head bleeding right now, because that fierce-looking policeman was coming over again with his baton.

In a panic, he hurriedly said in broken Chinese, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me anymore! I was wrong!"

His voice was filled with terror, and there was not a trace of resentment in his eyes for being beaten.

His proud Bushido spirit vanished after a brutal beating.

Three blows and you've shattered the warrior's spirit! Sir, I'm a civilized man!

At this moment, the patrol leader of the fifth team quickly ran over with several subordinates.

With a serious expression, he asked, "What happened?"

The three constables exchanged glances and wisely chose to remain silent, turning their attention to the menacing figure.

Shen Lang remained calm and composed, hanging his baton on his waist and taking out cigarettes to scatter around.

He even offered to light her cigarette with matches, saying with a smile, "Chief Chen, it's such a small matter, why did it bother you? It's just a minor disagreement between two people, nothing serious. Can you leave it to me to handle?"

Although the tone was casual and seemed to be discussing, the key points were the characterization of "minor friction" and the word "continue".

If a minor disagreement causes someone to take over a task that should be handled by him, that's disrespectful.

Two days ago, a patrol chief wouldn't have given him any face.

However, the fraud case escalated into a murder case, which also made the chief inspector look good.

We have to give them face.

It's not worth getting into a conflict with a current big shot in the McDonnell Douglas police station over a minor case.

The other party offered cigarettes and tried to negotiate, showing them considerable respect.

A sedan chair is carried by many people; giving others face also opens up more avenues, doesn't it?

Moreover, if someone dares to interfere, Xu Dongyang, the patrol leader of the second team, will definitely stand up for his subordinate. Wouldn't that be offending someone for no reason?

Inspector Chen nodded and said, "Since you've taken charge of the case, you'll naturally continue to handle it."

Shen Lang smiled and nodded, looking at the two of them and saying, "It was just a minor friction, nothing serious."

"The police station handles cases by punishing past mistakes to prevent future ones and by curing the disease to save the patient."

"What happened to you is nothing serious. After criticism and education, it will be over. You should take this as a warning in the future."

His words were spoken with righteous indignation, leaving the patrol chief and others nearby stunned.

Is this the kind of thing a police officer in a foreign concession should say, and is this the kind of awareness he should have?

Shen Lang didn't care what others thought, and glanced down at the blood gourd on the ground.

He said with a warm smile, "The police station will not pursue your assault on a police officer."

Then he looked up at the second-level police officer and ordered, "Call Guangci Hospital and tell them to send an ambulance. Give me the handcuff keys."

Click.

Niu Daikui's handcuffs were unlocked, and he stared blankly at the police officer in front of him, feeling a mix of emotions.

When he fled from Northeast China, what he hated most were those fake police officers who acted as accomplices to the wicked.