Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1287 - 1337: Get Your Director on the Phone

"This... this..."

The principal watched as Chu Xiaoyao and Zhou Xiaoyue simultaneously jabbed their electric batons into the fat policeman’s body, his facial skin twitching violently in response. This... this is even possible? They dare to shock the police? How could this possibly end well?

"Oh my heavens! Murder! Murder!" At that moment, the village chief’s wife ran out of the house, plopped herself on the ground, and began howling, "You heartless brutes, committing murder in broad daylight—where is the justice in all this?"

Chu Xiaoyao and Zhou Xiaoyue exchanged a glance, then walked straight toward the village chief’s wife.

The village chief’s wife truly had a bit of recklessness in her. She wiped away her tears and shouted, "If you dare touch me, I’ll die right here in front of you!"

Chu Xiaoyao and Zhou Xiaoyue both revealed expressions of intense disgust. This woman was nothing less than evil. Just the day before, she had concocted a scheme to falsely accuse one of their classmates. But they were women too, and they couldn’t care less how much she tried to kick up a fuss. They pressed the electric batons against her body simultaneously.

The village chief’s wife convulsed like a sieve before collapsing to the ground with a thud. Her eyes were filled with disbelief—she had never imagined that Chu Xiaoyao and Zhou Xiaoyue would even shock her.

Zhou Xiaoyue glared at her and barked, "You wicked woman, if you dare scream again, I’ll keep shocking you until you don’t dare say another word."

The village chief’s wife was utterly stunned now. She didn’t dare utter another syllable, realizing that these people truly meant business. That sensation—it was unbearable.

"Mission complete!" Chu Xiaoyao said smugly, waving her electric baton with an air of arrogance that was hard to put into words.

Zhou Xiaoyue looked down at her baton and said, "This thing is amazing. You know what? I’ve decided to take one home with me for personal protection."

Ye Ningfeng shot Zhou Xiaoyue a sharp look and said, "These are police-issue. Not just anyone can carry one."

Zhou Xiaoyue stuck her tongue out playfully and said, "Third Brother, don’t be so stern. Hehe, you even got in on the action just now."

Ye Ningfeng shot her another glare. He couldn’t believe he had acted so impulsively—even to the point of beating up a cop.

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyue, what should we do now?" Another girl approached Chu Xiaoyao and Zhou Xiaoyue timidly, glancing nervously at the crowd of people lying on the ground.

"What do you mean, ’what should we do’?" Chu Xiaoyao responded immediately. "After dealing with these horrible people, we’re not just going to leave without cleaning up the mess first."

"Clean up more?" The girl’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Chu Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course! Do you think beating them up a little will suffice? With scum like this, you have to break them down completely so they’ll never have the chance to do evil again."

The principal finally snapped back to his senses and rushed over in a panic, saying, "You... you’ve gotten yourselves into big trouble now."

Chu Xiaoyao still treated the principal with great respect. This old principal had worked diligently in the school for over twenty years, contributing immensely to education in the mountainous region—an effort that truly earned her admiration. "Principal, don’t worry. We’ll be fine," she said earnestly.

"But... but you’ve beaten people up—beaten policemen, no less! You... sigh..." The principal stomped his foot heavily and said, "You all should leave quickly."

Chu Xiaoyao flashed him a radiant smile and said, "Principal, just sit back and watch."

At that moment, Ye Ningfeng took out his phone, dialed a number, and said, "This is Ye Ningfeng from the Provincial Public Security Bureau. Get your County Public Security Bureau Chief on the line."

Though Ye Ningfeng held only a position as a department director at the Provincial Public Security Bureau, a county police chief was of deputy director rank. Even if Ye Ningfeng were just a junior official at the provincial level, the county police chief would never dare offend him—provincial officials were still superior, and offending someone from a higher department could have serious consequences.

Soon, the call was routed to the county police chief, who didn’t recognize Ye Ningfeng initially. The chief specifically checked the personnel registry of the Public Security System to confirm who Ye Ningfeng was before answering the call.

His tone was exceedingly polite: "Director Ye, this is Wu Baoliang. How may I assist you today?"

Having navigated the bureaucratic system for years, Ye Ningfeng remained composed and steady as he spoke, "Director Wu, I am currently in your Xiao Hu Village. There’s a village chief here who has embezzled donations meant for the village-run primary school. His son is also involved in organized crime. Do you happen to be aware of this situation?"

Wu Baoliang felt his chest tighten. If anyone else had said this, it wouldn’t have been a major issue. But for someone from the Provincial Public Security Bureau to say it? The implications could be massive. Embezzlement was one thing—but ties to organized crime were a whole different matter. Investigating that could lead to much greater fallout.

"Director Ye, I am honestly unaware of this situation. I will immediately send people to investigate. Rest assured, anyone involved will face serious consequences."

"I am currently in Xiao Hu Village. There are also a few crooked cops collaborating with the criminals here."

"What? I’ll head there right away!" Wu Baoliang exclaimed, panicking at the revelation. Cops colluding with criminals could implicate him as well through leadership responsibility. If pursued, it could even cost him his position. This was not a matter to be taken lightly. "Director Ye, I’ll be there in no more than half an hour!"

"Good. I’ll be waiting for you—this matter should be handled at your level first."

Hearing this, Wu Baoliang calmed down slightly. As long as the matter wasn’t immediately escalated to the provincial bureau, there was still room for maneuvering. After hanging up, he immediately sprang into action, organizing operations and personally speeding toward Xiao Hu Village in his car. Others could arrive later, but as the county’s police chief, he needed to arrive first to seize the opportunity to make a good impression.

While Ye Ningfeng was on the phone, everyone else remained silent, listening intently—including those lying on the ground. Ye Ningfeng started with, "This is Ye Ningfeng from the Provincial Public Security Bureau. Get your chief on the line." That alone was so intimidating that everyone sensed trouble. Though his subsequent words weren’t overtly aggressive, they clearly carried a firm undertone that made even the injured police and criminals uneasy.

"Comrade Ye... we’re all part of the Public Security System. This... this is all just a misunderstanding," stammered the portly Director Liu, who was the last to get shocked by the electric baton. Knowing his stakes in this, he struggled to get up and muttered a few awkward words.

Ye Ningfeng let out a cold snort and said, "To belong to the same system as someone like you is deeply shameful. How did scum like you end up in the Public Security System? Oh, by the way, I suspect you won’t remain part of this system for much longer."

"Director Ye, please show mercy—I had no idea what was going on here. Zhao Zhisheng begged me to come, so I did. I normally uphold the law!"

"Uphold the law?" Ye Ningfeng burst out laughing—a laugh tinged with anger. When the laughter abruptly ceased, his face was stern as he glared at Director Liu and barked, "As a law enforcement officer, you simply obey Zhao Zhisheng’s request and abandon the rule of law? As a law enforcement officer, you don’t even bother investigating the situation before arresting whoever they tell you to? As a law enforcement officer, you stoop to colluding with criminals like these?"

Director Liu was rendered speechless by Ye Ningfeng’s sharp questioning. Each remark forced him another step backward, his lips trembling and his face growing increasingly ashen.

Though the effects of the electric shock wore off after a while, those hooligans who had been shocked were now fully awake and listening to Ye Ningfeng. Realizing the dire situation, some tried to stealthily make their way to the door, intending to escape.

Li Yifei snorted coldly, took one swift step, and grabbed the first guy trying to slip out by the scruff of his neck. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled him three or four meters away, where he landed heavily on the ground. Then, with swift and decisive movements, Li Yifei picked off the others attempting to escape and tossed them aside like ragdolls.

The ones he hurled to the ground had fallen so hard they couldn’t get up for a long time, groaning in pain.

"Sit tight, all of you. If anyone dares make a move again, I’ll break their legs," Li Yifei warned coldly, sweeping his sharp gaze across the crowd.

The hooligans shivered under Li Yifei’s icy stare—both frightened by his piercing eyes and overwhelmed by his display of strength. The way he had casually tossed men weighing 150 or 160 pounds around like bags of sand was nothing short of terrifying.

"Damn it! I’m leaving!" Blockhead pulled out a knife and charged toward the door. He really did have a foolhardy bravado. Seeing Li Yifei standing there unmoving, he aimed the knife directly at Li Yifei’s chest.

"Ah!" Several people screamed in terror.

Before their cries fully escaped, a blood-curdling scream replaced them. Blockhead was sent flying across the room, landing heavily on the ground.

"My leg! My leg... it hurts like hell! My leg’s broken—somebody help me!" Blockhead wailed as he grabbed his left leg, writhing in agony.

The remaining hooligans who were still thinking about escaping froze on the spot, their scalps tingling and their backs cold with fear. Blockhead, the most formidable among them, armed with a knife, hadn’t even gotten within striking distance before being flung away, his leg broken.

Though these hooligans had committed plenty of crimes and could face sentences of ten or more years, trying to escape would mean broken legs either way—and they’d still end up serving time. Better to behave and wait for the inevitable.