Zhu Yonglong was born with a handsome face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square jaw, broad shoulders, a sturdy back, and an upright posture. Paired with his height of 1.85 meters and his immaculate uniform, he was the absolute image ambassador for the Urban Management Bureau.

He parted the crowd and strode over to the colleague who had been pulled down by Wang Zhuo, asking in a deep voice, "What's going on here?"

The man on the ground cried out in pain, while another immediately pointed at Wang Zhuo and shouted to Zhu Yonglong, "Captain, Huang Song was hit by that kid!"

Zhu Yonglong turned, his brow furrowed and his gaze icy as he fixed on Wang Zhuo, "Are you obstructing urban management law enforcement and assaulting an officer?"

Wang Zhuo chuckled, "They were obstructing construction, and almost damaged the engineering vehicle and endangered the construction crew."

Zhu Yonglong frowned, already recognizing Wang Zhuo's voice as the owner of Shengshi Dynasty with whom he had just spoken on the phone.

At that moment, a fellow urban management officer who had arrived with him finished examining Huang Song's injury and said, "Captain, Huang Song has strained his back. Should we call the police for joint enforcement and use coercive measures?"

"Calling the police sounds fine," Wang Zhuo interjected before Zhu Yonglong could speak, sneering, "These two aren't in uniform, haven't shown identification, and haven't stated their purpose before laying hands on someone. Let's see how the police handle it."

Seeing Wang Zhuo so unconcerned, Zhu Yonglong hesitated. He suspected the other party had some connection with the police, otherwise he wouldn't be so brazen.

Normally, Zhu Yonglong would have tried to subtly inquire about Wang Zhuo's connection within the police force to avoid being passive, but the current situation was different. His subordinate had been struck first; if he didn't act decisively now, how could he lead his team in the future?

"You are the boss of Shengshi Dynasty?" Zhu Yonglong decided to drop the talk about the police. He figured that since the justice was on their side, he didn't believe the Urban Management Brigade couldn't handle a mere shop owner.

He felt his side was in the right because Huang Song was lying on the ground. As for the three reasons Wang Zhuo gave for resorting to force, did the Urban Management Bureau need to care about that?

"Is that any of your business?" Wang Zhuo shot him down directly, his face filled with disdain for this hypocritical man harboring ill intentions.

Zhu Yonglong had been an urban management officer for ten years; he had seen every kind of difficult person and dealt with every obstruction. He cast a cold glance at Wang Zhuo, then turned to Guan Yingying and stated, "Manager Guan, I personally handed you the rectification notice from the Urban Management Brigade. If you dare to hang that plaque, it will be considered blatant defiance of the law."

Guan Yingying retorted sharply, "My paperwork is complete, and the process has no issues. Why shouldn't I be allowed to hang this plaque?"

With Wang Zhuo backing her, why would Guan Yingying fear the threats of a mere section chief of the Urban Management Bureau?

"Why? Because I, Zhu Yonglong, say it can't be done!"

Zhu Yonglong's temper flared instantly. This woman had been polite an hour ago, treating him with good cigarettes and fine tea, yet now she suddenly grew defiant. Someone must be backing her, treating law enforcement officers with disrespect.

"Who the hell do you think you are."

A glob of spit landed squarely at Zhu Yonglong's feet. The spitter was none other than the young owner of Shengshi Dynasty, Wang Zhuo, whose expression was completely roguish.

That spit detonated a hornet's nest. Zhu Yonglong roared in anger, and the officers behind him surged forward, intending to use coercive measures on this civilian who dared to openly flout the law.

People's Square? Nanjing Road? To the urban management officers, these were not obstacles; rather, they served to bolster their courage. Daring to resist the law on Nanjing Road—kid, aren't you tired of living? Let's see you fight!

Bang, thud, crash...

In a flash of movement, dirt and debris flew. Moments later, Zhu Yonglong's four accompanying officers and the plainclothes officer from earlier were all downed, vomiting, bleeding, and wounded.

The surrounding crowd immediately erupted. People had seen fights, perhaps, but never anything this fierce—the Urban Management Bureau was trying to enforce the law, and he enforced it on them first.

Six urban management officers lay sprawled on the ground, including Huang Song, who had only been pretending to be badly injured after falling. Zhu Yonglong’s lips trembled, his face ashen, unsure if it was from rage or terror.

The man who had inflicted the injuries puffed out his chest and shouted loudly, "If you want to smash the sign of Shengshi Dynasty, you’ll have to step over me first!"

This line was somewhat nonsensical, and some spectators in the front rows whispered amongst themselves. Had the kid gone mad from being beaten by the city management officers? They were clearly targeting him, so why bring up smashing the sign?

"Damn, this guy is fierce! Give him a knife, he’s the Li Enwang of Nanjing Road!"

"Who is Li Enwang?"

"The Dongguan Swordsman! His famous line is, 'The law can no longer stop me.'"

"Then I think this guy is fiercer; he took on five single-handedly with bare fists. Didn't the Dongguan Swordsman never hurt anyone?"

"That's true, that's true. But look at who he took down—those are the elite troops who would borrow three thousand urban management officers to restore the glory of our great China!"

By now, the crowd was massive, with heads peering out from the windows of nearby buildings. Everyone had stopped their business; they just wanted to see which brave soul was taking on the Urban Management Bureau to eliminate a public menace.

The employees of Shengshi Dynasty were stunned by the scene. Rumors about Boss Wang Zhuo's exploits circulated among the staff, but they were all vague whispers, none of which they took seriously. Today, however, they had truly seen something. The skill displayed in the action choreography was undeniable—five burly, muscular city management officers, whose combat power was comparable to Silver Saints, were taken down in half a minute.

Although the boss had a few muddy footprints on him and a bruise on his face, what did that matter? Even Brother Jackie Chan got beaten sometimes, and Sammo Hung was often kicked around like a ball by opponents. The boss's fighting capability seemed not far behind theirs.

Among everyone present, only Guan Yingying understood how the footprints and the punch to Wang Zhuo's face occurred. No one understood Wang Zhuo's true strength better than her. Given the skill of those five officers, they could have landed at most one or two hits, certainly not enough to leave Wang Zhuo looking so disheveled. Therefore, there was only one truth: Wang Zhuo had allowed himself to be hit.

Others didn't grasp the meaning of Wang Zhuo's random statement, but Guan Yingying did. She managed the entire process of replacing the plaque, so how could she not know that the four characters "Shengshi Dynasty" on it were personally inscribed by Qin Xue, who had just assumed the role of acting Municipal Party Secretary?

For the sake of discretion, the words "Secretary Qin Xue" did not appear on the plaque, but if the Urban Management Bureau wanted to make trouble over this sign, they were truly biting off more than they could chew—it was a steel plate even a tiger couldn't dent.

Especially Wang Zhuo's declaration, "If you want to smash the sign, step over me," instantly placed a hat on the city management officers that they never would have dreamed of: Wanting to smash the calligraphy written by Mayor Qin? Damn it, are you eager to die quickly?

Zhu Yonglong stopped wasting words with Wang Zhuo and immediately called for reinforcements. He could already envision Wang Zhuo being handcuffed, his neck choked, and shoved into a police car. Squad Leader Zhu gritted his teeth, thinking, Kid, not even an immortal can save you now.

With all this commotion, the half-hung new plaque was taken down again. Wang Zhuo shook the muddy footprints off his clothes and called out to the foreman, "What are you standing around for? Hang the plaque!"

This time, even the middle school students watching understood. This guy was completely unconcerned because he had trump cards. Even a reckless youth would flee now, yet he was calmly tidying his clothes and telling the workers to continue. This showed he possessed an ultimate bargaining chip that could override everything.

After issuing the instruction, Wang Zhuo pulled out his phone and began making a call, completely unconcerned with those around him.

The two foremen clearly hesitated, conferred briefly, and then directed the workers to resume work. Whether they were betting on their employer or simply afraid of angering the fearsome Wang Zhuo and getting beaten on the spot, they continued.

The machinery started up again. At this point, several patrol officers squeezed through the crowd. After getting a briefing from those in the know, they neither approached Wang Zhuo nor questioned Zhu Yonglong; they focused solely on dispersing the onlookers—if they didn't, the entire street would be blocked off.

As for why they ignored the principals involved: When high-level figures fought, and they themselves stood to gain nothing, why wade into the muddy water?

This time, Zhu Yonglong's speed in summoning backup was somewhat slower. He and his men had only appeared quickly before because they were relaxing and drinking tea in a nearby teahouse. Now, he was calling the enforcement team from the district brigade, and they needed time to arrive.

Nanjing Road spanned several blocks, and there were a few squad leaders like Zhu Yonglong. However, he knew that summoning these other squads would be pointless. One man had already handled his five subordinates, and there was a towering man over two meters tall waiting behind them who hadn't even entered the fray.

The construction team worked with surprising speed. In less than twenty minutes, the new plaque was in position, and they were starting to bolt and secure it. They had to be fast; anything could happen overnight.

Since the frame from the old plaque was readily available, the new one was custom-made. Once positioned, only two workers inside and two outside were needed to fasten the bolts from top to bottom. Just as the Urban Management enforcement brigade arrived in an emergency-commandeered sightseeing electric cart, the final two bolts were secured, and the workers had already crawled out from inside the plaque.

Covered with a large red silk cloth, the plaque was officially hung.

The six urban management officers and their squad leader watched coldly, their thoughts unified: Let's see how you take it down later.

The crowd of onlookers had thinned considerably after the patrol officers dispersed them. The sightseeing cart sped in and stopped in the middle of the road in front of Shengshi Dynasty. More than thirty officers in uniform, carrying various tools, filed out of the vehicle and quickly encircled the entrance to Shengshi Dynasty.

Upon seeing the dark-skinned young man leading the charge, Zhu Yonglong felt instantly relieved. This whole affair had been instigated by this Director Zhang, and now Director Zhang was personally leading the team; he was certain to earn merit for this.

Zhang Dongsheng glanced at the battered urban management officers beside Zhu Yonglong and frowned, "Yonglong, what happened?"

Zhu Yonglong had only provided a rough summary over the phone: violent resistance to law enforcement, injuries sustained, request for backup, etc. Zhang Dongsheng had rushed over with his team as soon as he heard the news and was still unclear on the full details.

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