The sanitation worker seemed to be more than 50 years old. He probably wasn’t that old, but years of physical labor had taken their toll.

He alone was responsible for the sanitation of the square, and he had to be there at five o'clock every morning to clean it up. Tianhe City was about to receive several government awards, so the sanitation requirements for the upcoming ceremonies were very high. He had been on duty for 12 hours a day, ten days in a row. Recently, the daytime temperature had been fluctuating at 37 or 38 degrees, and he had almost suffered a sunstroke several times.

It was everyone's duty to care for the environment. After giving Dapeng a piece of his mind, the sanitation worker bent down to sweep the cigarette butt into the dustpan.

Just as he was about to leave, the broad and heavy door of the Land Cruiser suddenly opened, hitting his back.

The trash from his dustpan spread all over the ground. After stumbling a few steps, the sanitation worker fell heavily on the ground.

Jia Dapeng jumped out of the car, slammed the door, picked up the broom on the floor, and began to hit the old man with it!

"What the hell, I just threw it, so what? So what?!" He roared in a loud voice. People in the square started looking at him, but no one dared stop him. The old man lay on the ground, moaning. Bamboo brooms were tough, and they really hurt.

Soon there were traces of blood on his legs and back. He lay on the ground, his head in his arms, his helpless eyes glaring pleadingly at the crowd. He longed for someone to help him, but no one had the guts to intervene.

A few hot-blooded young men, who couldn't stand it anymore approached to help the old man, but seeing the expensive Land Cruiser with its V8 engine next to Jia Dapeng, they decided to retreat. That was not something ordinary people could afford. Who would dare to rush headlong into trouble?

Finally, a traffic policeman on duty not far from the square saw the situation and drove over.

Three traffic cops got out of the car. Two were newly-graduated young boys, and were temporary workers. The third was a man in his 30's, with a round figure and fleshy face. Technically, he was in charge. They activated the siren, and the crowd that gathered dispersed in a hurry.

The three traffic cops saw that Jia Dapeng had already broken the broom in half over the old man’s back.

The sanitation worker on the ground howled and passed out!

"Stop!"

The round traffic policeman pointed at Jia Dapeng and shouted, "What are you doing? You dare violently attack an old man in broad daylight?! Do you think there aren’t any laws?!"

Jia Dapeng was dripping with sweat. He threw the broom on the ground and looked back at the three policemen, disdainfully growling, "I am the law! You hear me? I will do the same to you, and you better believe it!"

"You dare?! Are you tired of living, kid?" The fat traffic cop scoffed.

Just then, the two young policemen at his sides whispered in the fat cop’s ears, "Boss, this man drives a Land Cruiser. He probably has good backing to be this arrogant. We should get out of here.......... This old man on the ground also has nothing to do with us. We just need to maintain good traffic order!"

"Who cares about the Land Cruiser? Everyone’s watching. If we leave now, we’ll lose face. Don’t you know you have to do something bold and glorious to get promoted? Nowadays many young people try to satisfy their vanity when they can’t really afford it. They have a bit of money at home, so they pay a down payment and buy luxury cars to show off. Every month they have to do all kinds of credit card tricks to keep up with the payments, until the inevitable bankruptcy. The bank still has to take back the car."

The fat traffic policeman was naturally well-informed, and he was sure that if he dealt with this matter adequately, he would certainly be praised by the masses. This was now a crucial opportunity for him to be promoted to a deputy captain in the City Traffic Police Department. He had to do something impressive to outdo his competitors!

"Boss, then let's do him in...?"

One of the younger policemen used to be a soldier and had a hot temper. He had been trying to show off in front of the boss, and now he had a chance.

"Definitely!"

The fat traffic cop took the lead with a baton.

The right and left cops kept up, straightened their chests, and prepared for a hard fight.

These days, law enforcement departments like the traffic police, as long as they stayed on major highways, they could make people do what they say by picking on regular drivers. No need to mention them running into Jia Dapeng, the son of a bitch who oppressed the old and weak.

As for the police in China, serving the people is mostly a slogan. The sense of superiority brought about by the enjoyment of special privileges is their fundamental pursuit.

There was no need to mention the old man in the report at all. The Land Cruiser wasn’t parked in the parking lots on the east and west sides of the square as requested, but instead it was parked on the side of the road, which was illegal. The fat traffic cop was justified in any case.

"Hello."

The fat traffic cop gave a mechanical salutation. This was standard procedure. People were starting to pull out phones and turn on their cameras, so he had to be polite.

"Fuck you! Get out of here!"

Jia Dapeng opened the door of the car and took out a Taser directly from the storage box. When he pressed the switch, it made a crackling sound.

The noise was extremely intense, and the three traffic policemen looked like mice that had seen a prowling cat. They backed away a few meters.

"Hah! What a bunch of wimps. Look how scared they are."

Seeing this scene, people in the crowd began jeering and complaining one after another. "I already know they are not reliable. Someone has just called the police and an ambulance. I think they will be here soon. Things are getting out of hand today. The guy with the Land Cruiser is probably a hallucinating drug addict; otherwise, how could he freak out so hard about a cigarette butt? Doesn't he know the consequences?"

The fat cop looked at his comrade on the right and said boldly, "Guo Ming, it’s time we hit the front. It’s time to show your skills. For our Second Squadron and in the name of all unjustly wronged old people on the ground, take this crazy bastard down!!!!"

He did not forget to shake his arms about, egging on the crowd around him. A thundering wave of applause echoed out on the square.

“I’ve never seen such a warm-blooded traffic cop!” someone yelled out.

Whatever the purpose of their actions, at least they dared fight evil. In today's society, where people are in need of safety, this was a rare quality.

"Don't worry, boss, I won’t kill him!"

The right cop loosened his wrists and cracked his knuckles. He loosened the buttons of his uniform, revealing his strong muscles.

Whoosh!

He rushed forward like a gale. Three meters away from Jia Dapeng, he shot into the air, his left leg kicked out towards Dapeng!

Jia Dapeng really couldn’t stand his ground in the face of such a swift and violent movement. He staggered back and raised his Taser, but the rod struck the rubber sole of the cop’s boot and had no effect. This same boot was about to land on Jia Dapeng's sternum. In that moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of nowhere.