"Xiao Qi, drive faster!" After receiving a phone call, the fat man kept urging Xiao Yuechuan and Qi.
"Secretary Wang, there might be a traffic accident ahead." The traffic was moving as slowly as an ox; they had just entered the district and township roads when they were immediately stuck in a traffic jam. A long line of cars, despite frantic honking, was barely moving. The driver, Xiao Qi, glanced outside and speculated.
"Secretary Wang, I'll go down and take a look." Little Liu cleverly got out of the car to see what was going on, so he could report back to Fatty. However, this rural road was no longer within Fatty's jurisdiction. So Fatty was helpless.
The fat man nodded. He frowned, glanced at the time, and cursed, "Damn it, this traffic jam will take at least half an hour! This is troublesome, Minister Chu is already there."
Zhang Guodong leaned back lazily in the back seat, rolled his eyes when he heard this, and didn't say anything in rebuttal.
Upon seeing Zhang Guodong's expression, the fat man gave a wry smile and said, "How come you're not nervous at all?"
"Why should I be nervous? He's your superior, not mine. Damn it, even if it weren't for you, my time is precious." Zhang Guodong said, pursing his lips.
A short while later, Xiao Liu returned from his investigation. His speed and efficiency were remarkable; he had basically gotten the information, which surprised Zhang Guodong. This driver—no, secretary—had transitioned so smoothly. He still had some doubts about the shift from driver to secretary.
"Secretary Wang, there was a rear-end collision. One side was a reporter, and the other side was a dump truck. The reporter's van was overturned, and some people were injured. They are waiting for the traffic police and an ambulance. The two sides are arguing, and the road is blocked!" Xiao Liu said quickly.
Zhang Guodong, who was still resting, opened his eyes and said, "A reporter?"
"Yes!" Liu said respectfully. (Note: The last sentence appears to be a website address and doesn't translate directly. It's likely a corrupted file or a corrupted text snippet.)
Zhang Guodong was sitting when he suddenly raised an eyebrow and said to the fat man, "I'll go down and take a look."
Zhang Guodong got out of the car. The fat man hesitated for a moment, then followed. Xiao Liu gave the driver a quick instruction and then hurried after the fat man. Weaving through the long line of cars, Zhang Guodong walked very fast, and the fat man and Xiao Liu couldn't keep up.
"Pervert!" the fat man muttered under his breath. He was in much better physical condition than before, and he had lost weight, but compared to Zhang Guodong, the difference was still huge.
"You crashed into the car from behind, injuring people, and you still want to leave? Wait for the traffic police to handle this." Just as they were about to engage in a fight, Zhang Guodong heard an angry voice from one side.
"What? Deal with it? My car was moving perfectly fine, who told you to slow it down? You're not happy about it, are you?" Another voice was even more arrogant.
What you see is a yellow dump truck behind, and a van overturned in front, with broken glass scattered on the ground. This blocks the way for most vehicles, which is the cause of the traffic accident.
Next to the bread, two women and a man were squatting or sitting on the ground, seemingly injured. Another person appeared to be unharmed but looked disheveled, arguing with the two men until their faces were red.
There were quite a few drivers watching. They seemed very unhappy with the dump truck, but they had already called the police, so everyone was just watching the show.
Zhang Guodong strode towards the three injured people, ignoring the astonishment of others, and knelt down to examine the woman who seemed to be the most seriously injured. The woman was in her thirties, with blood on her forehead, and appeared somewhat disoriented. She was being supported by a man and a woman with less serious injuries, both looking extremely anxious.
"Let me see," Zhang Guodong said without further ado, taking the woman's pulse. Upon hearing that he was a doctor, the young man and woman immediately cooperated.
In traffic accidents, doctors are incredibly important, almost like gods, and far more endearing than the doctors stationed at hospitals.
"Doctor, how is she?" the young man asked anxiously.
"No major problem, probably a concussion," Zhang Guodong said, releasing the woman's hand with a sigh of relief. With the aid of the life-giving demonic power, the diagnosis was now remarkably accurate.
After glancing at the two, I realized they only had minor injuries, abrasions on their arms and legs, and were otherwise fine.
“You guys are lucky. It’s good that no one was killed when you encountered the dump truck! What happened? Did you stop halfway?” Zhang Guodong stood up and said.
The young woman said indignantly, "We didn't slow down at all, we were driving at a constant speed. But that dump truck still crashed into us, this is retaliation."
"Oh? You're reporters from the provincial TV station?" Zhang Guodong glanced at the badges on their chests. One of the young men was named Zhao Teng, and the other was named Xu Yan; both wore press cards from the provincial TV station. Actually, the young woman didn't recognize Zhang Guodong at first, but Zhang Guodong recognized her.
He occasionally ran into Xu Yan while taking walks with Zheng Le in the provincial government compound. Xu Yan always greeted Zheng Le; she seemed like a very nice girl. This was also why Zhang Guodong got out of the car to check on her.
"Yes, we went undercover to investigate a series of news reports about dump trucks haphazardly disposing of city garbage and running people over in the city. We didn't expect to be discovered this time. They chased after us to grab the camera, and when they couldn't, they rammed it with their car. They did it on purpose!" Zhao Teng said angrily, disregarding everything else.
Zhang Guodong also strongly agrees with the various news reports about the "pulling carts" (a euphemism for illegal transportation).
They confirmed the person on this side was unharmed. Meanwhile, in the two-on-one situation, the dump truck dared not linger and prepared to forcibly leave. Hitting a reporter's interview booth in broad daylight—this was a sensitive story, a blatant challenge to the King of No Shakes. They decided to cut their losses and get out of there first.
The male reporter who tried to stop them was a bit weak and couldn't hold back the burly dump truck driver. When the entanglement became annoying, the driver kicked him.
"You guys are playing the game?!"
"Damn it, who said I hit anyone? What are you all looking at?" One of the drivers, holding a handle, yelled at the onlookers. Then he spat loudly. (This website's address has been changed to: [website address - likely a placeholder for a URL])
Just then, Fatty and Xiao Liu arrived. Upon seeing the scene, Fatty couldn't hold back any longer. How could these two be so arrogant? "How can you be so barbaric?"
The dump truck driver, who was originally planning to leave, sneered when he saw two more fair-skinned men criticizing them.
"Damn it, mind your own business. Get lost!" The burly driver grinned, seemingly finding the two men rather amusing. "What, want to fight? With your builds, you're better off selling your asses, don't embarrass yourselves here!"
That look was enough to send chills down his spine, and the fat man's face flushed red with anger. Seeing this, Xiao Liu stepped in front of the fat man, saying, "You guys are too insolent! Not only did you hit someone in broad daylight, but you're also acting so arrogantly!"
"Stop arguing, get in the car and get out of here!" another assistant driver said impatiently to the burly man. He was already in the car, ready to leave.
"Pah! What a piece of junk!" The burly driver spat, no longer wasting time, and prepared to get on.
No one present dared to challenge these formidable dump truck drivers; the wrenches they wielded were no joke. Everyone knew that dump truck drivers were a very dangerous group of people.
Zhang Guodong walked over and saw that the fat man's face was red with anger. He immediately smiled and said, "There's no point in arguing with them. There's only one effective way to deal with them." The fat man was stunned. He saw the burly driver pull the car door and get in, but Zhang Guodong pulled on the driver's belt. With a snap, the car door and the man were suddenly pulled down.
"A scream rang out, chilling to the bone and making one's scalp tingle. They even ripped the car door off! How much strength must that have?!" My arm...
She fainted after only a few cries.
Zhang Guodong ignored him, easily jumped into the car, and punched the other assistant driver. The man passed out with a thud.
"Slap! Slap!"
Zhang Guodong clapped his hands, jumped down, and subdued the two men in no more than three seconds.
"Alright, anyone who wants revenge, just say so. Just don't kill anyone," Zhang Guodong said with a smile. It's unclear who started it, but someone cursed and immediately ran out, stomping on the person on the ground. He cursed as he stomped, and the others, as if they had an irreconcilable grudge, surged forward as well.
"Damn, I've become everyone's enemy?" The others looked on, some shrinking back. This dump truck driver job is no good.
"Let's slip away first. The car won't be able to leave anytime soon," Zhang Guodong winked at the fat man. This was a reporter's interview vehicle. This was a mission vehicle; as long as they caught the person, the other party wouldn't get away with it. Even the traffic police wouldn't dare offend a reporter, right? Seeing so many people trying their luck, it was clear these two were in trouble.
After saying goodbye to the reporters, the three of them left.
Fortunately, the walk didn't take long; after walking about 100 meters, the three of them hailed a taxi. Almost at the same time they got into the taxi, a police car drove off in the opposite direction.
When they arrived at the hotel, the fat man couldn't contain his excitement. He had been holding back for a long time in the taxi, not daring to talk about it. But as soon as he got out of the car, he couldn't help but exclaim, "That was so satisfying! That was so cathartic!"
"Guodong, could you teach me a couple of tricks sometime?"
Zhang Guodong knocked both men unconscious with incredible speed and style, as if it were nothing. Xiao Liu, standing nearby, couldn't help but nod in agreement.
I never expected that Mr. Zhang, who seemed so lazy, would have such amazing skills! He was hiding his true abilities!
Zhang Guodong chuckled and said, "You really should learn a few tricks, otherwise you won't be able to get into Lin Daiyu's bed."
"Ahem!" The fat man coughed lightly. Liu was still standing there; talking about women was somewhat beneath his authority. "Do you think I have a talent for martial arts?"
"Martial arts?" Zhang Guodong asked in surprise. Is this even considered martial arts? It's just about speed and strength—using brute force to overcome any technique! It's about defeating the enemy with sheer power! With absolute speed and strength, no specific moves matter.
“That stuff is useless to me! I’d rather not learn it,” Zhang Guodong said with a smile.
"Hmph, what a big mouth!" A cold snort silenced Zhang Guodong.
Several seemingly capable young men glared at Zhang Guodong with hostile eyes; the cold snort came from one of them. They moved with the stride of dragons and tigers. Their hands were thick, clearly indicating they were trained fighters.
Zhang Guodong glanced at the group and thought to himself, "What a coincidence! Are all these people martial arts practitioners?" But upon closer inspection, his expression changed slightly, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Fatty, let's go up first!" Zhang Guodong glanced at them, then ignored them and entered the elevator with Fatty Xiao Liu.
But the other person wasn't going to let Zhang Guodong off the hook. He blocked the elevator doors that were about to close and sneered, "You look down on martial arts, don't you? Fine, then let's have a spar!"
"Zhongzi, don't cause trouble!" A young man carrying a suitcase behind them frowned and said.
The young man surnamed Zhong's expression changed several times, clearly unable to disobey the order. He glanced at Zhang Guodong and said, "Consider yourself lucky! But we'll meet again, hmph!"
Then he turned and left.
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