Faced with the fat police officer’s shouting, Garrett’s mouth twitched, his fists instinctively clenched but quickly relaxed. He was well aware of the consequences of getting involved.
The police had guns and the legal right to use force. They couldn’t afford to mess with them. A single act of aggression could ruin their lives.
Seeing Garrett and his men remain silent, the smug fat police officer said, “Good, now that you’re calm. Bring them back to me.”
Seven or eight auxiliary police officers rushed forward, grabbing hold of Garrett. Two of them took the opportunity to kick Garrett, venting their frustration from earlier.
The fat police officer had his subordinates bring him a bottle of frozen water. He opened it and drank it in big gulps, saying, “What does it matter if you’re tall? What does it matter if you’re fierce? Can you withstand my gun?”
“A brute with well-developed limbs dares to challenge me? You’re asking for death.”
Seeing this, others wanted to step forward, but the fat police officer pointed his gun at them, threatening in a loud voice, “If you’re not afraid to die, go ahead and try to resist me!”
“Don’t think I won’t shoot you!”
“You troublemakers won’t know your place until I give you a good beating.”
After saying that, the fat police officer slapped two children who were blocking his way and shouted ferociously, “Seriously? Still pretending to be pitiful like old people and children? Others may be afraid, but I’m not. Whoever dares to block my path will be kicked to death. If you have the guts, report me. I’m James Adington!”
“If you can report and get rid of me, go ahead. If you can’t, I’ll kill your whole family.”
James puffed up his belly and knocked over several people. He even stepped on an elderly person who fell to the ground and yelled angrily, “Get lost, old man! Crying? I don’t buy into that!”
James was about to kick again.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Garrett roared and pushed away the two police officers holding him down. He pounced directly on the old man to take the blow meant for him.
James kicked Garrett’s body, but Garrett showed no signs of pain. Instead, James cried out in pain and was sent flying.
Thud!
James knocked down several police officers and fell to the ground with all four limbs in the air. Water from the bottle splashed on him and saliva dripped from his mouth. He looked extremely disheveled.
“Dare to hit me?”
With the help of his subordinates, James got up and touched the painful area. Then he pointed at Garrett and shouted, “He’s assaulting a police officer! Get him!”
He didn’t care if Garrett had actually attacked him. He only knew that he fell because of Garrett, so naturally, he would hold Garrett responsible for it.
Several police officers rushed forward and punched and kicked at Garrett. Some even targeted his joints with fierce kicks. It took almost half a minute before they managed to lift up Garrett.
Darnell’s eyes turned slightly cold. James had gone too far.
At that moment, James approached and slapped Garrett four times in quick succession, leaving his cheeks swollen and red. “Damn it! You dare hit me? Do you have a death wish?”
Arthur and Vance were furious and wanted to rush forward to rescue Garrett but were stopped by a glance from Garrett.
James intimidated many people with his brutal actions. Smelling alcohol on him and seeing the gun in his hand, no one dared to speak up.
James was quite satisfied with his display of power. After slapping Garrett twice more, he waved his hand and said, “Bring them into the car.”
“We enforce justice impartially. Whoever dares to obstruct us will be killed.”
He displayed his bandit-like style.
Arthur and Vance were filled with anger but instinctively clenched their fists. Garrett gave them a look as if to tell them not to act rashly.
“You bunch of cowards who only pick on those who are weak but fear those who are strong! The criminal underworld causes trouble every day without being stopped by you guys. We ride motorcycles and you block us every day.”
Seeing electric bikes being loaded onto trucks, someone in the crowd couldn’t hold back their anger anymore.
“Now even children are being beaten up! Are you still a police officer?”
“That’s right, James! You take bribes from our businesses all year round. Do you have any face left to talk about enforcing justice?”
“You have seven or eight birthdays a year. How much money did we give you before? Can you justify wearing that police uniform?”
Hearing these words, James flared up as he scolded repeatedly, “Shut up! Shut up!”
“How dare you take that tone with me? Are you looking for death?”
He grabbed a man and a woman who were shouting at him and slapped them twice each before throwing them to the ground and shouting, “Obstructing law enforcement! Take them away.”
James raised his gun again and intimidated the angry crowd. “Anyone else dare to defy?”
People’s faces turned ugly, but they all knew James’s character. He was ruthless and had powerful backing, so they could only seethe in silence.
Seeing that no one dared to challenge him further, James smiled triumphantly and waved his gun while shouting, “Load up the vehicles!”
Nearly a hundred motorcycles and electric scooters were thrown into trucks like they were nothing. With a little refurbishment, they could easily fetch a good price. How could James not laugh?
“Scum.”
Darnell shook his head lightly and took out a coin. He stuck his left hand out of the car window and flicked it with his fingertip.
Whoosh!
The coin flashed by and hit James’s bladder point, a key point in controlling bodily waste.
As James was about to walk towards the police car, his body suddenly shook as he instinctively reached for where it hurt. He thought he had strained his waist.
“He wet himself!”
A child suddenly exclaimed in surprise, immediately drawing everyone’s attention towards James. “He wet himself!”
James looked down only to find that his pants were soaked as if drenched in water. The wet area quickly spread and soon touched his shoes before dripping onto the ground. A foul smell filled the air.
It seemed like he had actually wet himself.
James stood there dumbfounded. He had no idea what was happening. He tried to control himself but found that his bladder had completely failed him.
It was utterly humiliating.
“Oh my gosh! James actually wet himself!”
“How embarrassing! Even my three-year-old child doesn’t wet themselves.”
“He must be sick. He couldn’t control it.”
“Yes, after doing so many bad things, heaven is punishing him.”
“Don’t waste time staring. Quickly take pictures of this moment for evidence at the police station.”
James was thunderstruck by this shocking turn of events, unable to believe that he had lost control of himself like this. Had he really drunk too much cold water? There was no time to ponder. The embarrassment forced him to scramble out of the crowd, darting into the police car like a rabbit. A few of his cronies hurried over, pinching their noses while shouting, “Officer Adington, wait for us!”
“Delete all their footage! Delete it!” James shouted through the car window. “Not a single clip can stay!”
Dozens of officers and urban management personnel rushed toward those filming, leaving Garrett and his crew ignored on the side.
“Let’s go!”
At that moment, someone approached Garrett and whispered something. With a flick of a scarlet bayonet, the sound of metal echoed as the locking chain snapped effortlessly.
As soon as the chain broke, the person turned and walked away.
Arthur and Vance, seeing this, were overjoyed. They quickly pulled Garrett onto the motorcycle, revved the engine, and sped off with a roar.
Garrett instinctively glanced back, only to see Darnell disappearing into the chaotic crowd, a carrot dangling from his mouth.
James, witnessing the chaos, was furious. Not only was he embarrassed, but the vehicles were also being snatched back. “Get them! Get them!”
“Not a single one can escape! Not a single one!”
A dozen officers tried to give chase but were knocked down by the throng of people. By the time they got back on their feet, Garrett and the others were nowhere to be seen.
James gritted his teeth, seething with anger. “You bastards, I will never let you off the hook.”
He made a mental note to settle the score with Garrett and his crew for today’s humiliation.