Chapter 1789

Chapter 1789

At the Scene

More and more people gathered.

"What’s going on?"

"Didn't you see when you just got here?"

"I didn’t see. Hurry up and tell me what’s happening. Why is it such a big deal?"

"Well, it’s hard to explain. The police pretended not to see when the public was in trouble. That young man wanted to do the right thing but was stopped by the police. Not only did they stop him, but they also hit him with a baton. I saw it clearly; that hit was severe, a loud thud. Ultimately, the young man couldn’t take it anymore and fought back to help the public. Previously, when the black car was overcharging and threatening people, the young man helped to handle it. He’s a good person, very enthusiastic."

"Assaulting a police officer?"

"What kind of assault is that?"

"But it’s tricky now."

"Yes, the black car driver knows the police station chief. Look, they all came together, even in a police car. Can’t you tell what kind of treatment they’re getting?"

"I thought so. Ugh, this is how society is now. There’s no way around it."

"Yeah, if things are handled like this, who would dare to help others in the future?"

"Our county’s police station has always had major issues, especially the Chengguan police station. It’s a mess."

The onlookers weren’t fools. After a few glances, they understood the situation. They started pointing and discussing among themselves. In their view, the young man might have been a bit impulsive and hit someone, but the main problem wasn’t with him; it was with the black car and the police station. The police station’s handling of the black car driver and his accomplice had major problems. After hearing Dong Xuebing’s earlier words, many onlookers were furious. How can a police station arrest someone who’s helping others instead of catching criminals? What kind of police station is this? Are you serving the people or the criminals?

Disgusting.

That was how many people felt.

But since the police had guns and held powerful positions, no one dared to speak out.

The black car driver glared coldly at Dong Xuebing, his eyes showing disdain and a hint of arrogance. The black car driver’s assistant, who Su Yan had knocked down, was checked by medical personnel. After being told there was no serious injury, two sycophantic officers went over to help him up. They asked about his condition and the incident and took notes. The black car driver, who had been beaten and subdued by Dong Xuebing, was not expected to speak favorably. Although the police appeared to respect the public, the black car driver was not an ordinary citizen but a criminal who knew their station chief. Everyone knew this, but these two criminals received attention and concern from the police. In contrast, Dong Xuebing, who was helping others, and the other harmed citizens, received no inquiries or concerns. The police didn’t understand the situation, only asking the black car driver and his accomplice. This attitude was infuriating. Although the police later made a symbolic effort to ask the public for their side of the story, when they heard the public speaking in Dong Xuebing’s favor, they pretended not to listen.

Dong Xuebing flicked his wrist slightly, and the officer who had grabbed his hand was sent stumbling backward by an invisible force. The officer took several steps back with an astonished look.

It was clear he was no ordinary person.

His skills were awe-inspiring.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense again.

The senior officer tightened his grip on his gun, his face darkening as he said, “Try moving again.”

The surrounding people were nervous, and some more timid bystanders moved far away, afraid of getting accidentally injured by a stray shot.

But Dong Xuebing seemed oblivious to the danger. He smiled at the officer and said, “You don’t know me well. Do you know what I like the most? I love it when someone points a gun at my head.” As he spoke, Dong Xuebing casually adjusted the gun in the officer’s hand, turning the barrel from the space to his forehead, holding it steady, and saying, “Go ahead, shoot. Hurry up.”

The senior officer was stunned, almost swearing in frustration.

The onlookers were also alarmed, astonished by Dong Xuebing’s audacity to be so unafraid of the gun.

Despite their years of experience, the officers had never encountered such a fearless troublemaker who wasn’t even intimidated by a gun.

Dong Xuebing’s bold move left the officers in a passive position because they couldn’t possibly fire their weapons. They couldn’t believe that despite the danger, this young man seemed unafraid of the gun going off by accident. What if it is discharged? But Dong Xuebing was genuinely fearless. He had been through countless battles in war zones and faced grenades, rocket launchers, and armored vehicles without flinching. A mere police handgun was nothing to him.

Holding the gun barrel against his forehead, Dong Xuebing smiled and said to the senior officer, “Shoot. Let me tell you, if you don’t pull the trigger today, you’ll be my grandson.” He had used this phrase before when he stormed a military compound, and it felt natural to use it again.

The senior officer’s face alternated between red and pale.

At that moment, a few officers, about five in total, couldn’t believe what was happening and rushed from different directions to subdue him and put handcuffs on him. The black car driver, seizing the chaos as an opportunity for revenge, also moved in, pretending to help. But they had underestimated entirely Dong Xuebing’s combat abilities. Dong Xuebing barely moved his legs and held the gun barrel with one hand. With just his right hand, he casually swung it left and right, and all the officers were forced to retreat, unable to get close to him or even clearly see his movements.

The opportunistic black car driver fared even worse. He thought he could use the chaos to take revenge but was quickly dealt with by Dong Xuebing, who landed a punch squarely in his face.

The black car driver was the only one who was sent flying.

“Ah!”