To my surprise, the young man with soft hands reacted so violently, even Wang Zhuo was momentarily stunned. He merely twisted the fellow's wrist a bit—how could it result in such agonizing agony?

Was it really necessary? Curious, he activated his X-ray vision and discovered the attendant’s wrist was dislocated, with two of his knuckles also out of alignment.

It was indeed a miserable sight, and a vein throbbed on Wang Zhuo’s forehead. I didn't use that much force, he thought, perhaps the kid is deficient in calcium?

Regardless, the man was injured, and severely so. Zhao Aiguo and the other three lackeys immediately surrounded him with furious glares!

“Why did you assault someone?!” Zhao Aiguo’s eyes bulged as he pointed sharply at Wang Zhuo and demanded. “Assault?” Wang Zhuo scoffed dismissively.

“In my eyes, he’s just a dog. Can’t you see why I struck him?” At this point, Zhao Aiguo had finally reached his breaking point with Wang Zhuo.

Seeing Wang Zhuo mocking them even after causing injury, he hardened his resolve and waved his hand at his subordinates: “Seize him!” It was explicitly forbidden by regulations for the police to deputize unemployed social riffraff for law enforcement duties. But rules are dead, and people are alive.

There existed a peculiar entity called the Public Security Auxiliary Team, which in countless places across the nation stepped in to act as the enforcers in place of actual police. Every Earthling knew that the chengguan who beat someone to death was always a temporary worker, but the police never had 'temps.' Thus, the Auxiliary Team members specialized in taking the fall for them.

The four youths accompanying Zhao Aiguo were members of this Auxiliary Team. To put it plainly, they were local hoodlums, the kind who hadn't managed to make much of themselves.

They followed Zhao Aiguo for their 'work enforcement,' but on the street alone, they might just as easily revert to pickpockets. It was no surprise, then, that they would resort to groping Fu Xinran’s chest!

As Zhao Aiguo gave the order, the three auxiliary team members were already eager, immediately swarming forward. Simultaneously, several stout young men rushed out from the surrounding crowd, seemingly intending to act as Good Samaritans and help the police subdue the hoodlums wreaking havoc on the street.

“Get in the car!” Wang Zhuo shoved Fu Xinran. Seeing she was momentarily stunned and the opposition was already charging aggressively, he quickly placed one hand on her head to prevent her from hitting the minivan's door frame, while his other hand cupped her backside, half-lifting and half-tossing her into the police car.

That lift inevitably applied pressure to the beautiful secretary's gluteal cleft. The location provided a tantalizing sensation; through the thin fabric of her trousers, he could feel a patch of warmth.

As she stumbled into the vehicle, her well-rounded rear was perfectly framed towards Wang Zhuo—full, plump, and invitingly alluring. Wang Zhuo took two seconds to savor the soft feel and admire the tempting view.

During this time, Lu Weimin had already struck, knocking down the first auxiliary member to charge and now sweeping a whip-kick towards another. Si Yuan was smaller; by the time Wang Zhuo snapped out of his daze, she had already deftly boarded the car.

This left Wang Zhuo with no worries. He leisurely stretched his shoulders, and just as he turned back, he delivered a kick straight into the solar plexus of one of the "Good Samaritans"!

Who present didn't know that these so-called Good Samaritans, while outwardly helping the police arrest criminals, were actually professional thugs employed by pyramid schemes? Wang Zhuo and his party’s intent to take Ji Guang, who was running the scheme, had infringed upon their interests.

It was only because Wang Zhuo had displayed such overwhelming dominance that they had held back, but now that the police were leading the charge, they saw a legitimate excuse to jump in and beat people up. From the periphery, Zhao Aiguo smirked coldly, already picturing these outsiders beaten into the hospital.

This bitter loss was something they were determined to inflict. Afterward, they wouldn't even be able to find the ones who laid hands on them, let alone any witnesses!

“Bang!” Lu Weimin took a kick, but managed to grab the ankle of the man who kicked him. With a mere twist of his bicep-thick arms, the man tumbled aside, clutching his leg and wailing in agony.

The bodyguard’s fighting techniques were purely utilitarian. He judged the opponent’s kick wasn't heavy, so he deliberately took the blow to gain an opening for a sharp counterattack, temporarily disabling his adversary.

Wang Zhuo, however, never acted that way. His moniker in the movement arts was not by chance; it stemmed from his pursuit of absolute victory in combat, meticulously refining every tactic and move.

With the aid of his X-ray vision, he was advancing even further toward this goal, showing signs of the martial arts master who could let "a leaf not touch his body." “Slap!” A slap sent the auxiliary team member’s vision swimming with stars. Simultaneously, Wang Zhuo twisted his wrist, grabbed the man by the collar, flung him backward, and then suddenly snapped his right leg up like a scorpion’s tail, striking the chin of a youth swinging a wooden club from behind him!

Had this bludgeoning blow landed true, Wang Zhuo would have suffered at least a concussion. These pyramid schemers were engaged in illegal activities, and among their thugs were some who didn't know restraint.

Enraged by the killer intent, Wang Zhuo held nothing back with this kick; he not only dislocated the man’s lower jaw hook but also forced him to bite through the inside of his lip in the sudden clenching of his jaw. The man’s vision went dark as he started to sway sideways, just as the auxiliary team member Wang Zhuo had slapped and thrown lunged forward, colliding with him.

He shoved the dazed man towards the police van, sending him crashing headfirst into the door. The man who attempted the sneak attack from the pyramid scheme group could withstand no more.

After hitting the door, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out. “That’s too brutal!

Who are these people?!” “They don’t even respect the police—so arrogant! Call 110 quickly!” “Isn't the heat on recently?

Are these guys reporters?” “Don’t guess. Reporters use sting operations; they’re as sly as foxes.

Who’d fight the police on the roadside?” “They’re too ruthless. Every one of the fallen ones has twisted muscles or broken bones.

I’ve never seen thugs fighting over turf hit this hard.” “Nonsense. If they didn’t hit hard, they’d have been subdued already, and their fate would be worse than those on the ground!” As the people chattered, the melee had reached a conclusion.

Except for a few who suffered lighter injuries or were agile enough to stay standing, about six managed to remain upright. Nearly ten bodies were sprawled haphazardly on the ground.

The previously tight knot of fighting had now spread out to a width of over ten meters, allowing room for the remaining combatants to chase each other around the perimeter! Lu Weimin had several boot prints on him, a scratch on his arm weeping beads of blood that mixed with sweat and dust, and his cheek had been struck once, leaving the area around his right cheekbone slightly red and swollen.

Wang Zhuo, standing two paces beside him, was virtually untouched; apart from some kicked-up dust staining his trouser cuffs, his casual shoes now bore some specks of blood. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Zhao Aiguo was dumbfounded! The onlookers were dumbfounded too!

They had seen fierce fighters, but never one this devastating. This wasn't two men fighting off a mob; it was clearly two men beating up a crowd!

Lu Weimin wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and looked at Wang Zhuo with a mixture of amusement and dismay. “Kid, you’re even better in a fight than I am…” Wang Zhuo grinned.

“Forged in real combat. I’ve even taken on the City-Guarding Deities; what’s a bunch of trash like this?” Lu Weimin was speechless.

“Didn’t you just beat up the police when you arrived in Jiangzhou?” “Those cops were drunk,” Wang Zhuo shook his head disdainfully. “Besides, can the combat power of the police compare to the City-Guarding Deities?

They’re not even on the same level.” Lu Weimin considered this and nodded in agreement. The police mainly deal with criminals, a small segment of the population, whereas the City-Guarding Deities primarily deal with ordinary citizens—the ruling class in this country.

Comparing the two, it was clear their fighting capabilities were nowhere near equal! The two chatted as if no one else were present.

The auxiliary team members, injured or frightened, dared not advance further, leaving Zhao Aiguo’s face shifting between green and white with rage. Yet, he dared not step forward himself; the handcuffs he had already grasped felt heavy and useless in his hand.

Just then, the police van parked quietly on the roadside suddenly started up, its horn blaring sharply. Onlookers near the vehicle scrambled away as the van immediately shifted into gear and accelerated forward!

“Get them all!” Zhao Aiguo roared in surprise. With the two women inside the police car, once those two women were secured, what leverage would these two ferocious fighters have left?

“A classic move to strike at the root!” Lu Weimin bolted after it, but Wang Zhuo was already a step ahead, sprinting out and taking a few large strides to circle around to the other side of the police van, running parallel to the accelerating vehicle! The thugs were actually half a beat slower than the pair.

By the time they realized what was happening, the police van and Wang Zhuo were already nearly twenty meters from the scene! Which is faster: a car or a person?

The answer is a person, because this police van was a low-end domestic model costing only tens of thousands of yuan. Its initial acceleration was far inferior to that of a high-end sedan or sports car, not even comparable to the instant acceleration of the human body.

Take the Italian Bugatti Veyron sports car, for instance. The most powerful version can go from zero to 100 kilometers per hour in just 2.9 seconds—that’s a limit sustained over a short period.

But what if you raced this car against a person? For 100 meters, the Bugatti Veyron would definitely win.

For 50 meters, it would be a toss-up. For 20 meters, even a sixth-grader would likely easily defeat this top-tier supercar.

Even professional race cars on an F1 track cannot outrun a physically fit adult like Wang Zhuo within the first twenty meters after starting. How could this four-cylinder, 1.2-liter displacement van with a ground clearance of twenty centimeters, priced under sixty thousand yuan, possibly compete?

“Bang!” With a single punch, the driver’s nose began to bleed profusely. Wang Zhuo had already calculated his evasion angle; this punch carried only three-tenths of his strength, intended as a reprimand.

Wang Zhuo braced one hand on the driver’s side window frame, running alongside the vehicle, and warned him, “Keep driving, and I’ll hit you again.” On the other side, Lu Weimin had already reached the front passenger window, flipped the door lock, and yanked the door open. The driver slammed on the brakes in terror.

A wise man knows when to yield; if these two got inside the car, they would surely beat him into a pulp!