The Tenth Move

  Zhao Guodong had just walked into the toilet when Wang Fei rushed in, panting, "Guodong, Guodong, something's wrong, come quick!"

  As soon as Wang Fei said it was so urgent, Zhao Guotang quickly pulled up his pants and ran out. This dance hall was originally a place of disputes. In the past six months since Zhao Guotang joined the criminal police team, he had encountered two cases, one intentional injury resulting in death and one serious injury, both of which occurred in the dance hall. Most of them were caused by fighting over women or seeking trouble after drinking. Unexpectedly, the factory's club dance hall was also like this.

  He rushed out of the toilet and saw that the dance hall was already in an uproar, with music still blaring. A large crowd had gathered in a big circle in the corner to the right. Zhao Guotang didn't care about Wang Fei, he dashed over in one swift motion, pushed through the crowd and squeezed inside.

  It was indeed the trouble caused by Kong Yue and that purple-dressed girl, Ma Zhengkui had already entered, with sweat beads on his forehead, but his eyes were searching everywhere, Zhao Guodong guessed he was looking for him.

  "Ma Ge, it's not that I don't give you face, this dance hall is open to everyone, can't my brothers and I come too? My brothers took turns asking the little girl to dance, but she just wouldn't give us face. You say this isn't slapping me in the face?! This kid dares to be arrogant in front of my brothers, believe it or not, today I'll make you bleed!"

  The man who was spouting nonsense was a thirty-year-old long-haired man, wearing a plaid shirt that still looked somewhat fashionable, and a pair of leather shoes that were also shiny. A deep scar on his slightly ruddy face ruined the otherwise decent masculine features, adding a few points of ferocity, but a pair of eagle eyes still had some presence.

  "Brother Tiger, can you give me some face? They're all young masters from the factory who don't understand things, so let's not bother with them. Let's get together and have a drink another day." Ma Zhengkui said with a smile as he gestured for the pale-faced youth standing in front of Kong Yue'er to step aside.

  "Ma Ge, I'm giving you face, according to my temper, tonight I would have made this kid disappear, since you're intervening, I won't bother with him anymore, let him disappear immediately! Also, you need to let me save face in front of the brothers, so, let this little sister dance a song with my brother, how about it?"

  The long-haired man cracked his knuckles, and the calluses on his hands and scars on his face looked particularly intimidating in the light. The tattoo of a green dragon on his thick arm was especially frightening. His rugged appearance, combined with an air of fearlessness, made him look even more formidable. The bulge in his pants pocket also sparked people's imagination, causing some of the young workers who had been preparing to gang up against these outsiders to hesitate.

  "This is a bit tricky," Ma Zhengkui said, somewhat embarrassed. These guys were notorious for their bullying ways on Jiangmiao Street, and he was familiar with them, but they didn't often come to the factory to cause trouble. The first two times, he had managed to persuade them to leave, but this time it seemed like they weren't interested in saving face. However, if he were to ask those two girls and the guy's brother to dance, that would be something he couldn't bring himself to do. If he did that, he might as well quit his job as head of security.

  It's best if those two girls knew their place and took the responsibility voluntarily, but they seemed to be scared stiff, standing there motionless, how would they know what to do?

  "Guo Dong, that scared little kid is Gu Xiao Feng, one grade lower than us. You might not remember him, he's the son of Gu Zhi Chang, the deputy factory director in charge of infrastructure and logistics. He loves to show off every day, but now he's met his match." Wang Fei whispered into Zhao Guo Dong's ear, "Ma Zheng Kui has no choice but to take action, otherwise his future days will be difficult."

  The air was a bit stagnant, Zhao Guotang originally didn't want to get involved, this was Ma Zhengkui's job, but it seemed that Ma Zhengkui might not be able to handle the other party, so he had no choice but to step in.

  "Dance with your brother? What are you? If not, what can you do?" Since he had made up his mind to show up, Zhao Guodong didn't bother being polite anymore and pushed through the crowd.

  The long-haired man suddenly felt pressure, there was only one person coming, but the momentum was very overwhelming, like a seasoned veteran.

  "Damn it! Where did this turtle egg come from, don't you want to live?" A guy next to the long-haired man, who couldn't hold back his anger, suddenly pounced on him, and even the long-haired man didn't stop him.

  Zhao Guotong's body slightly tilted, and the hands he was holding in front of his chest didn't even move. With a swift kick, he sent the other person tumbling to the ground. "Shut your mouth! Do you think this is a place for you to speak?!"

  What a beautiful leg!

  The long-haired man immediately realized that the tall and sturdy young man in front of him was not someone to be trifled with. Mao Er, although not a big deal, was also an old hand who had fought many battles, but he didn't even have time to react before being kicked far away by his opponent, and after a while, he couldn't get up, looking like he had suffered a great loss.

  He took a deep breath, the long-haired man narrowed his eyes, and his hand unconsciously reached into his pants pocket. "Little brother, where are you from? I don't think I've seen you around this textile factory before."

  "What business do you have here?" Since he had shown his face, Zhao Guotang didn't care anymore and coldly hugged his arms, saying: "No need to be polite, I'm not one of you, I don't have the mood to yell at you today, get lost!"

  The long-haired man was somewhat angry, this guy's tone is so big, what is it?

  His eyes flickered to the other's lower body, and the red stripe on the edge of his pants suddenly made the long-haired man realize the other's identity. Was it a public security officer?

  The Jiangmiao police station doesn't have anyone with that number, but I heard from Zhou Ma that last year their factory's apprentice had a surname Zhao who was assigned to the county's criminal police team. It is said that he often ran to Jiangmiao Town to fight and was Zhao Lao San's older brother. Could it be this guy?

  But if I were to leave in such a sorry state, how would I still be able to act as the leader in front of my brothers? The long-haired man snorted coldly and walked forward with a fake smile, stretching out his hand. "Little brother, I advise you to mind your own business!"

  Zhao Guoding also saw that the other party seemed to have noticed his identity, but was a bit unwilling to give up, so he wanted to test himself and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party. "I'm just advising you to leave early, otherwise, after a while, you won't be able to leave even if you want to!"

  Two pairs of hands clasped together, the long-haired man suddenly exerted force, but felt that the other's hands were like a pair of iron pliers, not moving at all. His own grip was so tight that he feared even an iron walnut would shatter, yet the other didn't react at all. He immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but was met with the other's sudden burst of force, causing half his arm to go numb and almost making him cry out in pain!

  Zhao Guotong didn't want to make a big deal out of it either. He had just arrived at the Jiangmiao Police Station, and this kind of thing might look impressive on the surface, but if it got back to the station, his superiors might not appreciate it. They might even think he was trying to show off, especially since he wasn't on duty.

  That's enough to teach him a lesson, this guy still has some strength, ordinary people can't afford to be grasped by this guy. Zhao Guotang quietly let go and lowered his voice, "Get out of here!"

  The long-haired man's face turned iron-green, and he glared around with a fierce gaze before turning his head and leaving without saying a word. The several guys beside him didn't know what had happened either, but seeing their boss leave with an ugly expression, they also quietly followed suit, slinking away with their tails between their legs.

  It was quite refreshing, Zhao Guotang watched as the other party left, and the other party didn't say a few big words to save face, so Zhao Guotang couldn't help but have some good feelings towards that long-haired man.

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