Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens came from afar.
"The police are here!"
"Hurry, hurry!"
"withdraw!"
Upon hearing the noise, most of the steel mill workers scattered like birds and beasts, some skillfully scaling walls and others scurrying into alleys, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Only Su Jianguo's dozen or so loyal brothers and the textile factory's security personnel lying scattered on the ground remained.
Su Jianguo lay on the ground and secretly winked at his apprentices who were still standing.
Zhao Hongqi immediately understood and quietly stuffed the batons he had just snatched from the security department back into the other person's hands.
"Don't move!"
More than a dozen police officers rushed into the factory area. The officer in charge turned pale when he saw the mess on the ground.
"What happened?"
As if seeing a savior, Wang Defa scrambled towards the police officer.
"Director Zhang! You've finally arrived! This group of thugs..."
"fart!"
Zhou Dayong immediately interrupted him, pointing at Su Mingfu, whose head was covered in blood, and Su Jianguo, whose face was bruised and swollen.
"Director Zhang, look! The textile factory leaders committed atrocities in broad daylight, beating our Master Su and his son like this! We were just workers seeking justice, and their security department attacked us!"
Director Zhang frowned as he looked at the scene. Everyone on Su Jianguo's side was injured, and several older workers had their faces covered in blood.
Although the security personnel were also injured, they were clearly still holding batons and other weapons.
"Wang Defa."
Director Zhang's face darkened.
"Explain yourself?"
Wang Defa was sweating profusely with anxiety.
"No... Director Zhang, they started it..."
"Director Zhang!"
Su Jianguo suddenly "struggled" to sit up, his voice "weak" just right.
"I...I can testify...it was Factory Director Wang who started it...my son...my son just came to demand an explanation..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, which was actually the tip of his tongue that he had secretly bitten earlier.
This sip of "blood" completely set the tone for the situation.
Director Zhang's face darkened.
"Confiscate all the weapons from the security department! Wang Defa, come back to the station with me and explain yourself!"
"No... Director Zhang, please let me explain..."
Wang Defa was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but then he saw Su Mingfu being carried onto a stretcher. The boy had his eyes closed and was clearly in a state of unconsciousness.
Wang Defa was momentarily stunned. Could it be that he had kicked too hard?
"That's enough!"
Director Zhang shouted sternly.
"Wang Defa, aren't you ashamed enough? Slandering the injured person right in front of me?"
Su Jianguo coughed weakly twice, then conveniently "fainted".
Zhou Dayong immediately pounced on him.
"Master Su! Master Su, hang in there!"
The group quickly put Su Jianguo in the car and rushed him to the hospital.
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Inside a hospital ward.
Four hospital beds were arranged neatly.
Lying on it were the four members of the Su family, father and sons.
On the hospital bed closest to the window, Su Jianguo was wrapped tightly in bandages like a mummy, with only his bright eyes showing.
His head was wrapped in exaggerated gauze, his right arm was in a sling, and his left leg was in a cast, even though he didn't actually have a scratch.
He secretly moved his toes, which were encased in plaster.
In this hospital, there was a doctor who was the uncle of one of his apprentices; having connections made things easier.
"Old man, what are you doing..."
Wang Xiulan stood by the bed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Looking at her husband like this, her lips trembled and she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Su Jianguo winked at her and lowered his voice.
"Xiulan, don't worry, I'm fine. It's all an act."
As he spoke, he tried to lift his right hand, which was wrapped in bandages, but he couldn't move it because it was wrapped too tightly, and could only sigh helplessly.
On the next bed, the third brother, Su Mingfu, had his head wrapped in gauze like a big rice dumpling, with only his tightly closed eyes and pale lips showing.
His breathing was even, but his face was frighteningly pale.
Su Yuzhen sat on the edge of the bed, tears falling onto her younger brother's hand.
"Third brother...third brother, wake up..."
Su Yuzhen sobbed and shook Su Mingfu's arm, but received no response.
Upon seeing this, Su Jianguo felt a pang of anxiety and quickly asked the second doctor in the ward.
"Mingde, how is your brother? Did he really faint?"
The second son, Su Mingde, lay on the hospital bed near the door, his chest wrapped in bandages and his nose covered with thick gauze.
He opened his eyes weakly, his voice barely audible.
"Dad...the third son's collision was pretty hard...the doctor said it's a mild concussion, he'll be fine after a couple of days of rest..."
Su Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the bed furthest from the wall.
The eldest brother, Su Mingqiang.
At this moment, Su Mingqiang was grimacing and holding his right foot, which was in a cast, his face full of grievance.
"Father...this is a real injury..."
Su Mingqiang wailed.
"I tripped while climbing over the wall, and my ankle swelled up like a bun, and I even fractured it..."
"Serves you right!"
Su Jianguo snorted coldly.
"You think you can run? The whole family is holding them off, and you're the first one to slip away!"
Wang Xiulan finally snapped out of her shock. She wiped away her tears, walked to Su Jianguo's bedside, and grabbed his ear.
This was the first time in her 30 years of marriage that she had laid a hand on her husband.
"Su Jianguo! What kind of lousy idea is this?!"
Wang Xiulan's voice trembled with lingering fear.
"What if... what if something happens to you... what if those guards actually open fire..."
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