C6 Calling the Police!

"Zhuo, be careful!"

Lau Ruoyan's voice was laced with panic as she cried out.

The next moment, her eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth as she struggled to believe what she was seeing.

Jiang Zhuo moved through the crowd with ease, his every gesture sending someone screaming in agony, their bodies flung through the air like kites without strings.

Within a mere two minutes, more than thirty burly men were scattered across the ground.

Painful cries echoed throughout the area.

Lau Ruoyan was not the only one dumbfounded; Zhong Zhiyong's face drained of color, his entire body trembling with fear, his scalp tingling with horror.

He swallowed hard, his eyes wide with terror as he turned to the bandaged man in the wheelchair and snapped, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me this guy was so formidable?"

The bandaged man was equally shaken, stuttering in response, "I-I did say it. He nearly flipped an excavator with a single kick, but you thought I was exaggerating, didn't you?"

"Damn it!" Zhong Zhiyong's eyes darkened, his face contorted with anger as he cursed under his breath.

"Director Zhong, what do we do now? This guy is unstoppable. We're out of options!" the bandaged man exclaimed in a panic.

As Jiang Zhuo closed in, Zhong Zhiyong's lips twisted into a sinister smile.

He reached for his waist and drew a pistol without a second thought, aiming the dark barrel straight at Jiang Zhuo.

At the sight, Lau Ruoyan's complexion paled, and she shouted in alarm, "Zhuo, he's got a gun!"

Jiang Zhuo remained unfazed, halting his advance, and spoke calmly, "According to Lunamis law, personal possession of a firearm is illegal. Surely you're aware of that?"

Zhong Zhiyong's smile was laced with mockery as he retorted, "I'm well aware! But that doesn't stop me from having one. You probably don't realize that for some people, their status is so elevated that not even the law can touch them!"

"So you're suggesting the law can't touch you?" Jiang Zhuo quirked an eyebrow.

With an amused grin, Zhong Zhiyong stepped closer to Jiang Zhuo, the pistol's muzzle never straying from Jiang Zhuo's forehead.

He approached Jiang Zhuo, pressing the pistol against his forehead with a menacing growl, "You mutt! So you can throw a punch? But tell me, are you faster than a bullet, no matter how skilled you are in combat?"

The man in the wheelchair burst into raucous laughter, excitedly wheeling himself closer, his voice dripping with mockery, "Kid! I must admit, you're impressively strong! But remember, we're not living in the age of melee weapons. No matter how powerful you are, can you stop a bullet?"

As Jiang Zhuo became a captive, the bandaged man's eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of revenge. He could almost visualize the forthcoming torment that would lead to Jiang Zhuo's demise—a repayment of today's agony tenfold, a hundredfold upon Zhuo.

"Kneel down!" Zhong Zhiyong commanded through clenched teeth, pressing the gun's muzzle harder against Jiang Zhuo's forehead.

Unfazed, Jiang Zhuo remained stoic.

"Hey! You think you're invincible? You believe I won't pull the trigger? Let me tell you, even if I kill you today, I won't see the inside of a cell! The law is a shackle meant for lowlifes like you. If you think the law can touch me, you're sorely mistaken!" Zhong Zhiyong sneered with malice.

As his finger tensed on the trigger, Lau Ruoyan could no longer contain her panic. She rushed forward, pleading desperately, "Mr. Zhong, I implore you, spare my brother. I'll agree to anything you asked for earlier. Just show some compassion and let him go. He's young and didn't mean to offend you. I'll apologize to you for him!"

Zhong Zhiyong's gaze shifted to Lau Ruoyan, his eyes growing more lecherous, "My dear, you seem quite attached to this fellow. Alright, I'll see just how much he means to you."

"Strip. Show me the depth of your resolve."

Tears brimmed in Lau Ruoyan's eyes, a tumult of struggle reflected within them. She exhaled a resigned sigh and reached for the buttons on her blouse.

"Do you even understand your own weapon?" Jiang Zhuo interjected calmly at that moment.

He lifted his hand, grasping the barrel of the gun, his gaze icy and piercing.

"You..."

Zhong Zhiyong was about to speak when he witnessed a scene that left him utterly aghast!

Jiang Zhuo was holding the gun barrel, which, to his horror, began to twist and warp as if it were made of putty.

His face turned pale with shock, his eyes wide with terror. With a hardened heart, he pulled the trigger!

Bang!

The gun barrel exploded in an instant!

Jiang Zhuo shielded Lau Ruoyan with his arm and swiftly stepped back.

The handgun blew apart in a violent burst!

Zhong Zhiyong screamed in agony as his palm was shredded, blood gushing everywhere.

The remnants of the gun scattered across the ground.

"You brought this on yourself," Jiang Zhuo said, his gaze icy.

"Mr. Zhong!"

The man with the bandages cried out, turning to Zhong Zhiyong.

Zhong Zhiyong's fingers were nearly severed, his palm was a mangled mess, reeking of gunpowder.

Sweat drenched his forehead, his face contorted in pain as he clutched his hand, glaring at Xue Wentian with venomous eyes.

"Kid! You're done for! I was considering sparing you, but now you've escalated things. The Tianzheng Group will never let you off the hook!" Zhong Zhiyong, fighting through the pain, his face spasming, growled with malice.

"The Tianzheng Group, huh?" Jiang Zhuo mused.

The bandaged man, mistaking Jiang Zhuo's contemplation for fear, arrogantly sneered, "Scared now, are you? Let me tell you, crossing the Tianzheng Group in Jiangbei means a one-way ticket to the grave!"

Zhong Zhiyong, teeth clenched in fury, spat out, "If you dare, let me make a call. I'd like to see how you plan to stand up to the Tianzheng Group alone!"

Jiang Zhuo gave them a dismissive glance and responded coolly, "I'll give you that opportunity. Go ahead and call your support."

"You're actually letting me make a call?" Zhong Zhiyong was astounded, finding it hard to believe.

Was this guy truly fearless?

Once the Tianzheng Group was enraged, not even ten lives would be enough for this man to escape their wrath!

Jiang Zhuo remained silent. He turned and gently pulled Lau Ruoyan aside, smiling reassuringly, "Sister Yan, go ahead inside. I can handle this on my own."

Lau Ruoyan, visibly anxious, clung tightly to Jiang Zhuo's arm. "Don't try to be a hero," she urged, her voice tense. "If it's too much, we should call the police!"

"There's no need to worry. Take the kids inside and keep them calm," Jiang Zhuo soothed her softly.

Without further ado, Lau Ruoyan hurried the children back into the safety of the orphanage.

Once inside, a flicker of resolve passed through her eyes. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed the emergency number. "Hello, is this the police? I need to report an incident!"

Meanwhile, outside the orphanage, Zhong Zhiyong had just ended his call. With a mocking and contemptuous gaze fixed on Jiang Zhuo, he scoffed, "Kid, you better not end up regretting this!"