Fists can't cross Tianjin

Chapter 28 Getting Meat Again

The darkness before dawn is the most agonizing.

Just as Chen Zhuo was grinding his teeth while staring in the direction of the freight yard, in the office of the HQ District Material Recycling Station, Hua Mao sat behind his desk, his cigarette butts already piled up in the ashtray.

The table lamp cast a dim, yellowish light, making his gloomy face appear somewhat bluish.

He didn't sleep all night.

My mind was filled with images of Erga, who had peed his pants in fear last night, and the mad dog whose fierce expression had lessened considerably.

"Oh shit……"

The tabby cat spat out a mouthful of saliva.

He may be arrogant in Hongqiao, but that's because he knows when to advance and retreat, understands the rules, and knows who he can and cannot mess with.

The first people you absolutely cannot mess with are those in official positions.

There are also those involved in favoritism and backroom deals that are exposed through official channels. Of course, this includes himself as well.

Then there are a few desperate mad dogs and idiots.

This mad dog is not that mad dog.

These stubborn, crazy idiots, if pushed too far, they might stab you in the back, and you'd be completely innocent!

Suffering for nothing.

Therefore, no matter how high Xie Cheng's martial arts skills are, he is not afraid, because this guy values ​​morality. If he values ​​morality, he will not trip you up behind your back. He also has weaknesses.

But now, the key thing is that a second-rate martial artist has emerged who is even more skilled than Xie Cheng.

The conflict between the two sides has escalated.

I just can't sleep now.

"How about... we hide for a while?"

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he nipped it in the bud.

Damn it, I, the mighty Cat Master, am not afraid of anything in this small corner of Hongqiao.

This is something that's beneath you; you can't force yourself to do it.

Besides, if he can't even handle a cart puller, how will he lead the team in the future?

"No, we still have to deal with him."

Of course, he could choose to do nothing and just sit in the recycling center for two days, with his men guarding it, waiting for Battul to return.

Let Batel handle him.

This is the safest option.

I doubt that kid will dare come over in the next few days. If he does, his men can't hold him off, and then there are the police...

In this civilized society, how could he possibly rebel?

"Wait! Holy crap!"

The tabby cat suddenly paused, then realized, "That's right, if hard methods don't work, we can try dirty ones."

Since underworld methods aren't working, let's use official methods.

That kid is an unregistered resident, without a household registration or records; he's just a drifter. Besides, he broke Erga's bones before, which is a ready-made excuse.

Fighting and brawling, resulting in injury or disability.

This charge is enough to get the joint defense team to arrest him and detain him for ten days to half a month.

Of course, Gangzi's matter... that's absolutely off-limits. This is the 80s, a civilized society. Fighting is one thing, but if it involves death, especially if it's brought up in official circles, it's a major case that will affect everyone. In that case, no one will be able to escape unscathed.

"Yes, that's what we'll do."

A sinister smile curled at the corner of the cat's mouth.

To use someone else to do one's dirty work.

Let the uniformed officers deal with him. Once he's in jail, we can do whatever we want with him. We can also talk to the neighborhood watch team and see if we can get the whereabouts of the three thousand yuan out of that kid.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated, grabbed the keys from the table, stood up, and strode out.

He's going to the police station.

……

at the same time.

Chen Zhuo returned to the water-injected meat market next to the train station.

Since the last time the meat was stolen, the defenses here have been noticeably strengthened.

Two light bulbs were added outside the venue, near the alley.

The number of guards, which originally numbered only four or five, has increased to six or seven today. They are all wearing military overcoats and carrying pickaxe handles and shovels, wandering back and forth in the yard.

What's more troublesome is that there's an iron chain in the middle of the yard, with a large black wolfhound that's half a person's height tied to it.

The dog was clearly trained; it didn't bark, but lay on the ground with its ears perked up like antennas and its bright green eyes darting around in the darkness.

"Damn, Dog Bro is being way too cautious."

One of the guards, shrugging his neck, exhaled a puff of white breath. "That thief stole forty pounds of meat last time; he's probably terrified. He wouldn't dare come back again."

"Shut up!"

Another guard glared at him. "That thief is cunning! Have you forgotten last time? The meat was gone right under our noses! Dog Brother said anyone who dares to doze off will be thrown here to feed the dogs!"

The group fell silent, instinctively gripping their weapons tighter.

Chen Zhuo lay prone in the distance, watching coldly.

These people couldn't stop him.

The only problem is the dog.

Animals often have a sharper intuition than humans. If the dog starts barking and attracts the security team, it will be a big problem. If these people swarm in and try to sneak in to get the meat, it won't be so simple.

"We need to solve this first."

Chen Zhuo first wrapped a piece of cloth around his face, then took out a small pebble he had just picked up from the roadside from his pocket.

He didn't rush to act, but instead adjusted his breathing.

He wasn't a professional at throwing stones; he hadn't practiced any specific hidden weapon techniques.

But once you've mastered Ming Jin (a type of internal strength), the key is to achieve a "whole" or "integrated" state.

This isn't some magical martial art; it's simply about training your strength to the fingertips, so you can grip firmly and break easily.

The explosive force of the "Big Tendon Bomb" technique originates from the ground and travels to the fingertips, making it no less powerful than a slingshot.

Just as the wolfhound suddenly raised its head, seemingly smelling something, and was about to bark,

Chen Zhuo flicked his wrist.

"collapse!"

A crisp sound came from the fingertips; it was the sound of the tendons snapping.

The pebble flew away with a whoosh.

"Awooo—"

The large wolfhound let out a piercing howl, its head snapping to the side as a pebble struck its nose. Though it didn't die, the blow was enough to send it tumbling to the ground in agony, unable to recover for a long time.

"What's that noise?"

"What's wrong with Kuroko?"

The guards were startled by the barking of the dog and turned to look.

opportunity!

Taking advantage of the momentary chaos, Chen Zhuo darted out like a cheetah hunting its prey.

Instead of going through the door, he took two running steps, pushed off the wall with one foot, grabbed it with both hands, and instantly flipped himself inside.

"Someone's there!"

"There it is!"

As soon as they climbed over the wall, they were discovered by the guard who was closest to them.

"Get him!"

Five or six guards reacted instantly, rushing over with pickaxe handles in hand.

Chen Zhuo did not back down.

He was starving, and these people were obstacles in his path to food.

Now that we've been discovered, let's infiltrate!

He landed and immediately executed a sweeping leg kick.

"Why……"

The guard fell to the ground, hit his head, and cried out in pain, clutching his head.

"beat!"

The remaining few people rushed forward.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were cold as he met the whistling pickaxe handle head-on without dodging or avoiding it, and simply reached out and grabbed it.

"Snapped!"

He held the hardwood pickaxe handle firmly in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his wrist, and the guard felt an irresistible force coming from him, causing a sharp pain in his hand and the pickaxe handle slipping out of his grasp.

"roll!"

Chen Zhuo let out a low roar and swung his hand back.

The pickaxe handle in his hand swept out with a whoosh of wind.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two men at the front saw the pickaxe handle flying towards them and hurriedly tried to dodge to the side, but they were still swept up by it.

Chen Zhuo's strength was immense; with one sweep, he knocked the person to the ground, belly up, unable to get up for a long time.

The remaining three were terrified; their hands, holding the shovels, were trembling. How could they dare to step forward?

Is this even human?

Such a thick pickaxe handle, but in his hands it was like a straw!

Chen Zhuo ignored the two terrified henchmen.

He threw down the pickaxe handle and strode over to the neatly stacked pile of pork.

The vehicle passed by a sack next to it, which was filled with about two or three sacks, weighing about fifty or sixty pounds.

As he was leaving, his gaze swept over the small hut he was guarding, where half a roast chicken and a bottle of loose liquor were laid out on the table.

Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he casually grabbed the roast chicken and the wine bottle, stuffing them into his pocket.

Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of the remaining guards, he let out a burp, shouldered the sack, and turned to leave.

Just as he climbed over the wall.

An angry roar came from inside the freight yard.

"Damn it! Where are they?!"

Mad Dog led a group of people out of the small house at the back.

His eyes turned red as he looked at the whimpering dog on the ground and his men rolling around and howling in pain.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

He rushed to the pile of pork.

That familiar gap, those familiar footprints.

Another big piece is gone!

Looking at the table again, even the roast chicken he hadn't finished eating had been taken away!

"ah!!!"

Enraged, the mad dog slammed his cleaver down on a piece of pork, making a dull thud.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

This guy is using his warehouse as a meat-picking machine!

This isn't the first time!

How many times has this happened already!

This is the third time!

They're getting more ruthless and arrogant with each passing year!

"Chase him! He can't go far carrying so much meat!"

The mad dog roared hysterically, brandishing a knife and charging out.

"Dog Bro! Don't chase them!"

A trusted aide grabbed him and said urgently, "If this gets out of hand and attracts the joint defense team, we won't be able to keep our watered-down meat a secret! That's a serious crime of speculation!"

The mad dog suddenly stopped in its tracks.

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, instantly calming his feverish mind.

Yes.

He's engaged in illegal business. Water-injected meat is something that can't be done openly; you have to pull strings and be extremely careful.

If the police were called in and the warehouse were shut down just to catch a meat thief, that tabby cat would skin him alive.

"Hold!"

Mad Dog stared intently at the wide-open gate of the freight yard, the veins bulging on the back of his hand gripping the knife.

They dared not pursue him, yet they couldn't swallow their anger.

That feeling of frustration made him feel like he was about to explode.

"I'm not going to chase after it anymore..."

The mad dog gritted his teeth and forced out a few words, "Don't let me find you, you scoundrel! But I'll kill you sooner or later... I'll definitely kill you!"