Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1875 - 1783: Who Else? (Part 5)

An officer came over, followed by another team of police officers walking in.

This officer was older than Officer Sun, with a strong physique and a rugged face, swiftly approaching with the team.

"Oh, Officer Wu, you really got quite the crowd going!" Sister Zhou greeted Officer Wu, stepping forward to meet him.

"Officer Wu? Wu Fachuang?" Officer Sun broke into a cold sweat upon hearing these words, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

Wu Fachuang was Officer Sun's superior's superior.

"Sister Zhou, no need to be so formal!" Despite being older, Officer Wu lowered his stance upon seeing Sister Zhou.

"What are you doing?" Officer Wu sternly questioned Officer Sun.

"Make them stand down!" Officer Wu pointed at the officer preparing to cuff Song Xiaodong.

"Yes, yes, everyone stand down!" Officer Sun turned around telling the officers to stop.

"What's going on?" Officer Wu continued to scold Officer Sun.

Officer Sun hung his head low, almost losing his police hat.

"Officer Wu, I received a report of a fight and disturbance here." Officer Sun answered truthfully.

"Sister Zhou, is that so?" Officer Sun asked Sister Zhou.

Sister Zhou turned her head, looking at Zhang Wu and Jin Daya: "You guys speak for yourselves."

"Yes, Officer, we heard there was filming happening, thought we'd collect some protection money, and caused a ruckus. It's all our fault, Officer, we won't dare anymore!" Zhang Wu looked at Sister Zhou and Officer Wu as he replied.

"You?" Sister Zhou gave Jin Daya a stern look.

"Yes, yes, we heard a new movie was starting, thought we'd extort a bit and accidentally clashed with Sister Zhou and this Mr. Song." Elder Jin glanced cautiously at Song Xiaodong, quickly expressing his stance.

Officer Wu didn't know Song Xiaodong, but he was aware that in Minghe, there was only one Mr. Song.

Officer Wu turned his head to glance at Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong watched as if he were an outsider.

"Sister Zhou, is this Mr. Song?" Officer Wu asked Sister Zhou, head lowered, eyes on Song Xiaodong.

"Yes, handle this matter swiftly, I'm doing this for Mr. Song as an apology." Sister Zhou replied to Officer Wu, then turned back to glance at Song Xiaodong.

"Yes, yes!" Officer Wu turned around, telling Officer Sun: "Take both of them, and everyone else, away!"

"Take them away!" Officer Sun instructed his officers.

Zhang Wu, Jin Daya, and their followers formed a long line and were led away.

"Officers, you've got it wrong, they were the ones who started the fight, surrounded this place and won't let us leave!" Zhu Wenhua saw his last hope dashed and hurriedly approached the officers.

"Sir, please don't interfere with official duties, thank you for your cooperation."

"Officer, they both participated, why only take them? Arrest them too!" Zhu Wenhua pointed at Sister Zhou and Song Xiaodong.

Officer Wu turned to look at Sister Zhou, who then looked up at Song Xiaodong for a cue.

Song Xiaodong shook his head.

Officer Wu didn't take Zhu Wenhua away.

Because Song Xiaodong wasn't finished with Zhu Wenhua.

"Who else can you call?" Song Xiaodong stepped in front of Zhu Wenhua.

"What are you fighting me with?"

Zhu Wenhua hung his head like a student being scolded by a teacher.

"You call people, mine are more in number, you call reporters, none dare to expose my news, you call police, none dare to arrest me." Song Xiaodong grabbed Zhu Wenhua's chin and lifted it.

Hatred and madness filled Zhu Wenhua's eyes.

"No one dares to arrest? I'll do it!" A high-pitched, loud female voice came from outside.

Song Xiaodong frowned.

He recognized the voice.

The sound of synchronized footsteps outside was loud enough to slightly shake the ground.

Song Xiaodong realized at least fifty officers had arrived.

Sure enough, a team of riot police wearing helmets, carrying riot shields and batons, fully armed, walked in with impressive and commanding aura.

Song Xiaodong and Sister Zhou's subordinates were somewhat flustered.

Sister Zhou's face stiffened slightly. Song Xiaodong also appeared serious.

The riot police formed a lineup, and from it emerged a female officer.

Song Xiaodong recognized her, very familiar.

Qiao Yutong.

Just like before, Qiao Yutong was clad in a full police uniform, appearing stern and formidable, holding a loudspeaker, wearing white gloves, black boots, a striking police hat, her uniform tightly fitted, buttons loose, revealing the white shirt underneath.

Indeed, Qiao Yutong greatly favored white shirts.

Zhu Wenhua's eyes darted around; hearing her words, he realized he finally faced a tough figure and hurriedly seized the moment, rushing forward.

"Oh, Officer young miss, thank goodness you're here, they assaulted people, a gang fight, threatened our director, barricaded us in!" Zhu Wenhua eagerly ran up, clutching Qiao Yutong's arm, tearfully complaining to her.