The instant they met, Wang Zhuo dropped one of the [Police] officers. The one holding his forehead only heard the sound and had no idea what had happened.

At the other end of the car, the plainclothes man holding the DV saw Wang Zhuo knock down a comrade the moment he appeared, and yelled out in shock and anger, "You dare assault an officer?"

"Assault an officer? I beat up exactly this kind of scum among the [Police]!" Wang Zhuo sneered, striding toward the [Police] officer who had been stabbed in the eye in front of the car. "You'd better show me your badge immediately, or my fists won't know the difference!"

Before the plainclothes man could speak, Wang Zhuo had already grabbed the other's collar and violently slammed him to the ground, simultaneously driving his knee up and connecting squarely with his stomach.

This man, unable to see and not yet comprehending what was happening, took the heavy blow, immediately convulsed, and slid to the ground, gasping with a gurgling sound as he vomited violently.

A sour stench, produced by the fermentation of alcohol and stomach acid, immediately permeated the air—an overwhelmingly foul and nauseating odor. Wang Zhuo spat disdainfully onto the [Police] officer, circled around him, and continued toward the plainclothes man.

"A [Police] officer enforcing the law while drunk?" he scoffed coldly. Seeing Wang Zhuo approaching with a vicious expression, the plainclothes man turned and bolted, forgetting entirely about recording.

Wang Zhuo certainly wouldn't give him the chance to escape. With a burst of speed, he covered the distance in just over ten steps, delivering a sharp kick to his groin. This area is dense with nerve endings, extremely close to the reproductive system, and one of the body's vital weak spots. After the impact, the man was flicked several feet into the air like a rubber ball, tumbling forward and landing in a heap on the ground.

Wang Zhuo's kick was perfectly calibrated. If it had been lighter, it would have only spurred the plainclothes man to flee faster; if it had been harder, there would have been a risk of castration. This strike only bruised the junction and the coccyx area, with some stress transferred to the tailbone, but it absolutely wouldn't affect the man's future sexual vitality.

Yet, under the intense pain, the plainclothes man couldn't gauge the extent of his injury. He imagined Sima Qian and Zheng He were already waving at him. Pain mixed with terror made him clutch his groin tightly, letting out a pig-like howl of agony.

"Damn it, so much for joint enforcement," Wang Zhuo muttered while walking over. He frisked the man, finding a City Management work permit, then picked up the DV that had been thrown off, and headed back.

From the other two [Police] officers, Wang Zhuo found two more badges. The one who hadn't been holding the DV turned out to be a Section-Level Second Sergeant named Jiang Gongguo.

Wang Zhuo had noticed the minivan quietly approaching under the cover of darkness in time. The vehicle bore civilian plates but was creeping up to this location in the dead of night without even turning on its lights—it reeked of strangeness.

Using his X-ray vision, he saw only three men inside. Clearly, they weren't there for a "car-shaking" session. Moreover, two of them were wearing [Police] uniforms, which heightened Wang Zhuo’s suspicion.

When Wang Zhuo saw them pulling out the DV and preparing to exit the vehicle, he knew these three were here to raid the couple engaging in the car activity.

Car-shaking itself isn't illegal, but the law sometimes proves unreliable, often depending entirely on the judge's mood. Even a thug who raped his sister and killed his brother by throwing him resulted in a sentence reduced from death row to suspended death by a certain High Court. If the verdict hadn't been so bizarre as to draw media attention, who would have known such a preposterous case existed?

Take these two [Police] officers, for instance. They could easily approach under the pretense of "obstructing traffic" or "offending public morals" with trumped-up charges. Then, they could smoothly ascertain the identities of the people involved, thereby achieving their goal of blackmail or extortion: "You two are having an affair? Pay up if you don't want the whole world to know!"

Jiang Gongguo had done this kind of thing countless times; it was almost always successful. News reports once mentioned a fake [Police] officer doing this in the capital who was later convicted of robbery. Jiang Gongguo considered that man an absolute idiot—if you don't have the necessary credentials, don't take on the job. These days, everything requires proper certification!

A fake [Police] officer extorting car-shakers is robbery at gunpoint. But since Jiang Gongguo was operating in an organized manner, what he did was maintaining social order—performing official duties!

"Stop pretending. Get up!"

Wang Zhuo kicked the other [Police] officer, named Li Jingye. Li Jingye had just managed to stop the blood running from his nose and was still lying on his side.

After the third kick, Li Jingye finally remembered the wisdom of a wise man not fighting a losing battle and obediently sat up. Seeing Wang Zhuo raise his leg again, he quickly stood up.

"[Police]?" Wang Zhuo sneered, asking, "With all the massage parlors, gambling dens, and street robberies all over the city that you ignore, why are you running out here in the middle of the night?"

Li Jingye suppressed his anger and mumbled, "Those are outside the scope of my duties..."

"Outside the scope of your duties?" Wang Zhuo laughed, as if he had heard something utterly amusing. "So you mean if you see a thief, you don't have to catch them? If you see a robber, you can walk around them? If you see someone drowning, you can just watch for entertainment?"

Li Jingye remained silent, but the expression on his face clearly affirmed Wang Zhuo’s question. He simply didn't want to provoke Wang Zhuo further with words.

"You punk," Wang Zhuo laughed instead of getting angry, poking the badge pinned to his chest. He said coldly, "Don't think that just because you're a [Police] officer, you're different from everyone else—that you're inherently right and entitled. I may not have the ability to fix the entire [Police] system, but dealing with a minor officer like you is no problem."

Just as Li Jingye was about to retort, Wang Zhuo slapped him across the face with the back of his hand, sending him sprawling. His ears rang, stars shot through his vision, and the world spun until he couldn't tell up from down.

At this point, Jiang Gongguo had recovered. Seeing the other officer knocked down by a single slap, he hardened his resolve and pulled out his stun gun from his waist, flipping the switch.

The tip of the baton emitted a crisp pipi sound of deep blue electricity, exceptionally clear in the night. He signaled the City Management officer, Zhang Shaohua, who was limping over while clutching his backside, and the two moved to surround Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo barely reacted. Being held at gunpoint or surrounded by weapons wasn't the first time for him. A mere stun gun, wielded by a disorganized rabble that had just been drinking and vomiting from being beaten, was hardly worth worrying about!

"Squat down, hands behind your head!" Jiang Gongguo yelled sternly.

Wang Zhuo glanced at him, his tone flat. "What if I say no?" The buzzing tip instantly intensified a notch, and the sound grew louder. Jiang Gongguo answered with action: refuse to cooperate, and you'll get zapped!

"I see you've grown guts," Wang Zhuo drawled helplessly. "Take a good look, folks. I'm driving a limited-edition car worth over two million. Is that something you little rookies driving vans can afford to mess with?" Jiang Gongguo was already consumed by regret. He had assumed that if they encountered someone tough, a few cursory words and an apology would suffice—no big deal. He never expected to run into a violent character who would start fighting without any prior discussion. If the other party hadn't acted so confidently, he might have suspected they were dealing with a major criminal or an escaped convict. However, he had his own contingency plan: no matter how powerful the other party was, even if they were in the wrong, they had already been hit, and the other side had acted without any communication first. This meant they now had the moral high ground; they could explain the situation even if the complaint went all the way to the governor.

So, after a moment of hesitation, he lowered the stun gun and stated without being subservient or arrogant, "Show me your identification and cooperate with the [Police] inspection." If Wang Zhuo's car had been a Jetta instead of an Audi, he would have already rolled up his sleeves and charged, delivering several jolts with the stun gun. This showed the different treatment derived from status and aura. [Police] officers, after all, bully the weak and fear the strong. If they hit a commoner, they’ll do it first and ask questions later; if they meet someone who looks formidable, they decide whether to strike only after talking!

"Cooperate with the inspection?" Wang Zhuo shook his head dismissively. "Wipe the spilled liquor residue off your lapel before you talk to me."

Law enforcement while intoxicated was clearly a disciplinary offense. Jiang Gongguo and the others had finished dinner three hours ago, so the smell of alcohol wasn't that heavy anymore. But after Wang Zhuo had punched him until he vomited, he was emitting a fresh wave of alcoholic odor. Now, even someone with a cold would cover their nose to walk past him, let alone conduct an inspection—it had become a joke.

"City Management," Wang Zhuo said, turning on the DV and beckoning the plainclothes man with a finger. "Are you off-duty right now, or are you executing official duties? Are you conducting a joint enforcement with them?"

The plainclothes man was instantly tongue-tied, unsure how to answer. The DV was pointed right at his face. If he said he was off-duty, he would implicate his two [Police] buddies. If he said it was joint enforcement, who coordinates with the [Police] in the middle of the night to catch people shaking in cars?

Seeing his hesitation, Wang Zhuo couldn't be bothered to waste more words. He switched off the DV and walked toward his own car.

"Hey?!" Jiang Gongguo immediately panicked. The man could leave, but the ID and the DV had to stay!

Seeing his two companions still staring blankly, he cursed loudly, "Idiots! What are you gawking at? Grab the gear!"

The two snapped back to reality. At this point, words were useless—snatching back the credentials was the priority. The three rushed forward together, but the gap in strength was too vast. Wang Zhuo merely moved his fists and feet with ease, and they once again collapsed onto the ground.

"Rabble," Wang Zhuo found no better description for this type of scum. He sneered disdainfully, crouched down, frisked them again, and found two more cell phones. Only then did he step over Jiang Gongguo and get into his own car.

Tossing the three sets of credentials, two cell phones, and one DV into the passenger seat in one sweep, he gave Ruan Mingqing—who had hastily pulled on a skirt but remained exposed below the waist—a toothy smile and said, "It's not fun here anymore. Let's go somewhere else."

Ruan Mingqing glanced out the window, then asked with a wry smile, "Why didn't you even give them a chance to talk before resorting to violence?"

Wang Zhuo paused slightly, then asked, "Do you think I have a prejudice against [Police] officers?"

"Yes," Ruan Mingqing admitted with a nod.