Chapter 1205: Chapter 1205: Mad Dog (Second Update)
Faced with the human barrier, the tow truck driver was forced to stop.
He rolled down the window and stuck his head out, looking confused. “You’re saying… Zhengyang Police?”
“Isn’t towing part of your 120 system?” The woman appeared hysterical, shouting non-stop. “I’m asking you, I parked my car in the park—what traffic regulation did I violate? What grounds do you, as traffic police, have to enforce the law in a park?”
As she was shouting, she still managed to hold up her mobile phone to record, clearly not having lost her composure.
A bystander corrected her, “Miss, traffic police are 122, not 120.”
The tow truck driver tried reasoning with her, “Miss, you parked your car at soone’s front gate. Of course, they’re going to call us.”
The woman imdiately exploded, “Wherever I park my car, whose parking space I occupy, that’s between and them to settle—what does it have to do with you police? Does traffic police manage property rights now?”
The burly man next to her couldn’t hold back any longer. He raised his foot to step forward, but Sister Hong pulled him back.
Sister Hong looked at him coldly and shook her head slowly. “Just watch.”
The man quickly nodded repeatedly, then grinned in pain, “Ah, Sister Hong… loosen your grip… Your hand strength is a bit much.”
Zhang Weihong released her grip. Although she wasn’t a Martial Cultivator, her cultivation training had greatly enhanced her physique.
Moreover, her physical condition was originally quite good. Now, even if she didn’t reach Interdiate Level Martial Artist strength, she was certainly beyond the Initial Level.
While the two of them were talking, the dialogue on the other side continued. The tow truck driver exclaid in surprise, “Huh, you even know property law?”
“If I didn’t, wouldn’t you crooked cops bully ?” The woman sneered while adjusting her mobile phone to find the best filming angle. “Everyone have a look—this is the traffic police of Zhengyang City…”
“But,” the tow truck driver timidly said, “Miss, I’m not traffic police—I drive a tow truck.”
“I know you’re not traffic police; you’re just a temp,” the woman sneered, then raised her eyebrows at the cara, sporting a knowing smile. “A temp, everyone gets it… But here’s the thing—even as a temp, they dare to tow my car.”
She switched her mobile phone to the rear-facing cara, then took a shot of her car.
“My car isn’t anything fancy—just a standard Prado. After taxes, it costs over half a million yuan to own. I’m genuinely curious—how could a re temp dare to rashly ss with property worth over half a million yuan? What’s compelling him to do so…”
“Miss,” the tow truck driver couldn’t stand it anymore, slipping into the Zhengyang dialect, “Can I say one thing?”
“Your car, just fifty-sothing grand, isn’t worth much… My tow truck costs over a million!”
“Pfft, hahaha,” the crowd, which had grown quite large, suddenly burst into laughter at his words.
Hearing this, the woman froze. “Your tow truck… How can you afford that?”
“I’ve got three of them,” the driver said disdainfully, staring at her. “Why do you assu I can’t make money?”
“But, but…” The woman was stunned. “A traffic police tow truck shouldn’t belong to traffic police?”
“When did I ever say I’m from the traffic police?” The tow truck driver looked at her, half-laughing and half-crying. “My truck is affiliated with a towing company. We only collaborate with the police for special cases, such as during snowstorms when there are chain accidents, and they dispatch us.”
After pausing, he added, “Miss, you driving a Prado and looking down on —that’s not very kind.”
At this point, the woman set her phone down of her own accord. Since this wasn’t the fault of the traffic police, playing the victim online seed pointless.
So she asked seriously, “Why did you tow my car?”
“You blocked soone’s front gate,” the driver finally switched back to standard Mandarin. “They paid to tow it—why wouldn’t I take the job?”
The woman blinked, then suddenly shouted, “Why didn’t they contact directly?”
“To hell with you,” the burly man finally couldn’t take it any longer. Charging forward, he raised his massive fist to strike. “Could you have just a shred of decency? How many tis did we kick your tires while you sat upstairs watching? Your car was dead-set blocking the gate. And now you think you’re in the right?”
As he lost his temper, seven or eight others rushed in as well—both n and won. The won were all seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in smoky makeup and flashy outfits. Though their arms and legs were thin, they didn’t hold back at all when throwing punches.
Among them, two girls were even attempting… to tear the woman’s clothing off?
At this point, the crowd grew even larger, but everyone could hear it loud and clear—the woman being beaten wasn’t related to the police at all. She was simply blocking soone’s ho entrance with her car and getting thrashed for it.
Since the police weren’t involved, the incident was destined to remain low-profile—lacking topic-worthy controversy.
And the issue of indiscriminately parking cars around neighborhoods was sothing everyone condemned. Even if soone didn’t own a car and rode a bike, cars parked haphazardly all over the sidewalks left a really bad taste, wouldn’t you say?
So that night, in Zhengyang local social circles, while there were plenty of discussions about the incident, the general consensus seed to be that so woman parked her car recklessly, creating trouble, got her car towed, and ended up getting beaten as well.
In fact, so unknown person had fild the entire sequence of events—including Feng Jun kicking the car’s tires, the BMW owner getting out to reposition their vehicle, and—most importantly—the Toyota owner upstairs pretending to be dead and refusing to co down.
That person compiled all the footage into a single video and uploaded it to Weibo under the title “What I Know About Zhengyang’s Prado Incident.”
The blogger was soone with only about fifty followers and twenty fans. After posting, the video seed to sink without any ripple.
But oddly enough, they tagged Yuan Youwei, whose account had over a thousand followers. After watching it, Yuan imdiately reposted the video and tagged Feng Jun.
Feng Jun’s response: “Honestly, I haven’t been active on Weibo for ages—that place is a ss.”
Still, feeling fired up after the day’s events, he and Sister Hong retreated to the villa together. Given how frustrating the incident was, he felt compelled to go online and check out public sentint.
Feng Jun browsed his own social circle, which now included around four or five hundred people—three hundred-plus of whom were based in Zhengyang—and found nothing too unusual. He even browsed the “Nearby” circle of strangers.
But accidentally clicking into Weibo, he saw Yuan tagging his account.
Feng Jun actually had over three thousand fans. While more than half were inactive, redirected followers from other accounts, they were still followers, weren’t they?
He clicked into Yuan’s tagged post, skimd the video, and his first reaction was—holy crap, who fild this? How did I not notice?
Indeed, talent exists among the grassroots. Shaking his head in amused resignation, he realized that if the incident hadn’t gone viral, he wouldn’t have even considered that so many amateur photographers were out there.
So he casually reposted it, comnting, “It’s funny—soone’s accusing villa owners of not being accommodating enough. Excuse , but the land in front of the gate? I bought its usage rights! It’s only an open space to facilitate passing traffic. Seriously [eyeroll].”
His repost unexpectedly caught the attention of a minor celebrity—who also happened to follow him—and responded, “To buy land, build a villa, and still leave such a huge space for passing cars—ridiculously wealthy!”
The celebrity’s repost sent the post’s views sky-high, with many comnts chiming in along the lines of “Does this tycoon need any decorations for their leg?”
Others dug deeper, discovering, “This tycoon’s villa seems to be inside Zhengyang’s XX Park—building a villa in a park!”
Further still, soone followed the repost trail to Yuan’s account and confidently declared, “This tycoon doesn’t just own one villa—if I told you they also had a massive estate, would you believe ?”
Clearly, this person knew Feng Jun quite well. But they exercised caution, refraining from naming Feng Jun or Luohua, opting for minimal exposure acceptable to general etiquette.
Feng Jun scrolled through Weibo for a while before heading to bed, unaware that by midnight, the post would be flagged for limited sharing.
By the following afternoon, the burly man who had thrown punches the day before showed up, accompanied by a lanky middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman in her early thirties.
The man’s na was Kong Ergou, sharing the sa alias as a certain internet author. The lanky middle-aged man was Xiao Wen, who knew Sister Hong. They had co to pay their respects to Sister Hong, as well as Hong’s boss—the one she called “Big Boss.”
The woman who had tried blocking the tow truck still had her car hauled off to the public parking lot at the park. When she attempted to pick a fight with Feng Jun, Kong Ergou intercepted her with a bold declaration—”That’s my boss. If you’ve got an issue, bring it to .”
The woman refused to let it go, but Kong responded by bringing several n to her ho and issuing threats through her gate. Frightened, she quickly called the police.
After assessing the situation, the police explained that they couldn’t do anything—verbal threats alone didn’t constitute actionable offense.
Kong took it further that morning, showing up at the woman’s workplace to intimidate her.
The woman worked as a middle manager at a securities firm. While Kong didn’t have the audacity to cause a scene in such a setting, he spread rumors that employing dishonorable people like her could damage the firm’s reputation.
The firm didn’t want to provoke such local thugs. After learning the full story, they were too embarrassed to side with their employee. Frankly, her actions hadn’t been defensible.
Thus, the firm demanded the woman apologize and promise to drop the matter permanently.
The woman refused to back down, insisting she had connections as well.
Until Xiao Wen personally stepped in, finding the securities company’s executives. In Zhengyang, Xiao Wen was considered a legitimate local heavy-hitter.
He pressured the firm to fire the woman, and ultimately, she tearfully apologized.
Now Xiao Wen and the others were here to explain the events and drop by to pay respects to Sister Hong.
Of course, while recounting this, Xiao Wen showed no signs of boasting. He even spoke with humility. “Sister Hong, now that you’re connected to Old Master Yu, I know you don’t concern yourself with minor matters like this. I stepped in purely to save you the trouble.”
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