A wise man has no good ending

  Bai Huan sat in the last row of the law enforcement van, with his colleagues' coarse and obscene laughter and someone playing nightclub music on a fake mobile phone beside him. The chaotic noise was deafening, making him furrow his brow and glance out the window.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he swept a glance backwards and saw a blue-and-white-painted double-rowed vehicle with the four majestic and overbearing characters "Urban Management Law Enforcement", but it couldn't conceal the nature of those people inside.

  Although he despised it in his heart, Bai Huan's face didn't show any expression.

  If it weren't for the 120 yuan daily temporary wages, he wouldn't bother to mingle with these social outcasts.

  Strictly speaking, Bai Huan's "Urban Stray Dog Cleanup Enforcement Team" is not a regular urban management team.

  Because Xi Jiang City participated in the national civilized city evaluation, it needs to make great efforts to rectify its appearance, but due to temporary shortage of manpower, the Municipal and Urban Management departments took the lead in recruiting a batch of temporary law enforcement personnel from society.

  Bai Huan, who came here with a daily temporary salary of 120 yuan introduced by his dormitory classmate's uncle, had nothing in common with others in this team.

  One is a third-year student at Xijiang University, who came over purely to earn some household expenses; the others are unemployed people in society, if they didn't know the head of the urban management team responsible for recruitment, they wouldn't have had the chance to eat public food.

  Never mind, we don't interfere with each other's business, and after receiving our wages, everyone will scatter without a fixed date to meet again.

  In the mountains, my grandmother's hair is getting whiter and whiter. I must solve not only my tuition fees and living expenses but also save more money to buy nutritious food for her.

  There are many part-time jobs during summer vacation, but there are only a few jobs that pay more than 50 yuan per day. Otherwise, Bai Huan wouldn't have come to do this job.

  Working is really not worth it - people from the mountains mostly still like cats and dogs. And those thugs are indeed annoying, every day shouting "life is short, just for money", speaking nothing but profanity, who would want to hang out with them?

  If you also consider the nature of this law enforcement team...

  Yes, the smell of fart can be smelled ten miles away, people hate it and dogs don't like it either.

  Two police cars were driving slowly along the riverbank road, one in front of the other. Suddenly, the car-mounted intercom on the small van where Bai Huan was in, rang out abruptly: "Boss, stop the car! There's a big one at the entrance of Zhu Fang Pavilion!"

  Everyone on the bus immediately stopped talking and looked back.

  The double-rowed sedan stopped by the side of the road, and the four people in the car, dragging sticks and dog-catching nets, sneaked into a green space in Binjiang Park.

  When they saw the city management dog-catching team appear, many people who were walking in Binjiang Park immediately gathered around, with playful expressions on their faces.

  Southern style liberation, Northern mahjong fighting, watching plays and boasting, it's all the same nationwide.

  In the eyes of many ordinary people, the city management VS stray dogs is obviously a case of "same kind hurting each other".

  But Bai Huan's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily after he got a clear look at the dog.

  The big dog's coat is smooth, its body is tall and sturdy, its limbs are symmetrical... and it also has a well-developed jawbone, even an idiot can feel the violent biting force contained within!

  It doesn't look like a homeless stray dog at all, but rather has the demeanor of a fighting dog. If this dog really belongs to a rich person, when they come looking for it, won't that be a lot of trouble?

  "Captain Pan, don't shoot this dog first..."

  Bai Guang's reaction was already extremely sharp, but he still couldn't stop the person from making a move.

  Among these people, Zhang Chouzi, who was most fond of eating dog meat, had already swung his stick and hit the dog's hind legs with a loud thud.

  This cripple every morning when gathering, will be complacent for a long time, last night after eating dog meat, went to Yunmeng Washing City is how big kill four directions, those little girls are also how to lose color and become soft. Now with such a big black dog in front of him, how can he let it go? I'm afraid even if the dog has an owner next to it, Zhang Chouzi will still rely on his uniform to find an excuse to take it away.

  The gangsters were stunned, starting to evolve in the direction of brain damage, but Bai Huan was very clear-headed: "Pan team, this dog is really not right! You see it got hit so hard, but didn't make a sound, just like some bosses specially raised fighting dogs..."

  "Alright, alright, why so many troubles!"

  Pan Chengjun hadn't even had a chance to speak, when someone next to him immediately jumped out, with a scowl on his face and a look of impatience: "Some people don't even work hard, but now they have the nerve to stand around and complain while we're working our butts off?"

  Others didn't say it was so difficult, but their expressions were more or less the same meaning.

  Pan Chengjun also looked down on Bai Hua, and at this time, taking advantage of his subordinates' complaints, he said in a sarcastic tone: "Bai Xiaodi, considering Zhang Chu's face, we won't hold some things against you, but that doesn't mean you can come here and point fingers. Now that it's already like this, are you going to let the dog run away? If it runs out and bites someone, who will be responsible, you or me?"

  Zhang Chu in this population is the uncle of Bai Huan's dormitory brothers and the deputy director of the Legal Affairs Bureau of the Municipal Government.

  If it weren't for this relationship, Pan Chengjun and his gang wouldn't have agreed to let others come and share the cake.

  As they spoke, the dog suddenly jumped out of the encirclement, and although one leg was broken, its ferocity did not decrease. Someone was slightly careless and almost got bitten back, even the thick aluminum alloy pipe of the dog catcher's pole couldn't withstand a bite from this beast.

  Looking at the dense, short fur standing upright on its neck, and the canine teeth protruding from its mouth, almost as thick as an adult's little finger, not one of the seven or eight dog catchers dared to approach within three steps of the dog.

  "Take two Huanghe Lou premium cigarettes from Laozi, and then knock on the table at the Huanglong banquet, not even worthy of a single anesthetic gun!"

  Seeing the dog-beating team with so many people, yet unable to deal with a fierce dog, and the people around them sneering continuously, Pan Chengjun couldn't help but scold and complain about the city management's incompetence.

  Bai Huan was too lazy to bother with them, but he had no intention of taking action either. He had completely given up on the intelligence of this group of people.

  What is called brain disability?

  If 2B can also distinguish between boundaries of high and low, then the ones around me must be Mahayana period perfection, about to ascend to the high people of 2B star.

  Forget it, for grandma's sake, I'll endure a bit more. Anyway, the day after tomorrow is payday, and everyone will scatter after that.

  On the other hand, although the big dog was fierce and violent, it couldn't withstand the large number of thugs. After a beating with sticks, the ferocious dog finally died. Zhang Pockmark and another buck-toothed man picked up the dog and were about to throw it into the back compartment of the double-row seat, leaving only a pool of crimson blood on the ground.

  The dog is dead, the crowd around has nothing to see, and they are preparing to disperse in twos and threes. Pedestrians who stopped to watch shook their heads and left, while those who were leaning on their bicycles or electric motorcycles also pushed off and rode away slowly.

  The trumpet bellows, forming a worldly din.

  But just as everyone thought it was all over, several men with a menacing air suddenly rushed out of the Zhufang Pavilion Teahouse at the intersection of Yanjiang Avenue and Xijiang Road, which was originally an ancient building from the Ming and Qing dynasties and rebuilt in the 1980s.

  A young man with long hair covering his eyes, wearing a small leather jacket and mountain boots, walked past Zhang Pockmarked without saying a word after glancing at the dead dog being dragged by him, and suddenly kicked Zhang's waist with one foot.

  A huge impact sent Zhang Pizhong flying out three or four meters, until he crashed into the flower bed by the side of the road, with a dull thud, before finally coming to a stop.

  This arrogant and domineering kick has reached an extreme, causing the onlookers to turn their heads in unison, with feelings of "cruelty" and "going too far" emerging in their hearts. Although Bai Huan was very disgusted by the behavior of these brainless thugs, at this moment, he couldn't help but frown.

  Compared to the ferocity of this man, Pan Chengjun and his gang bullying small vendors were like kindergarten children playing house.

  Filled with warmth and affection.

  Pan Chengjun and others were completely unable to react, their hearts still extremely shocked - how dare this young man make a move in front of so many people?! How did he dare to take action!

  Three or four men followed behind, who also pressed to the front of Pan Chengjun. The leader, a man in his forties wearing a black shirt, spoke with a tone that was light and casual, but carried an air of superiority: "Our Dongzi's dog, what's going on? How could it be let out for a walk and then killed by you people? You need to give us an explanation."

  The crowd that had originally dispersed, upon seeing this scene, turned back one after another, but did not dare to gather too closely. Those who recognized the men in the back began to whisper to each other, drawing cold air: "They're from Old Master Jia's household! Now there will be a good show to watch."

  Pan Chengjun, who had come back to his senses, couldn't stop the sweat on his forehead after he clearly saw the face of the man in black. As for whether these beads of sweat were due to heat or fear, it was hard to say.

  Bai Guang also recognized the identity of the newcomer, and his heart sank instantly.

  These incompetent fools have stirred up a hornet's nest!

  Although he didn't lift a finger from start to finish, Bai Huan didn't think that Pan Chengjun and his gang would be kind enough to leave him out of it.

  Xijiang has many mountains and rivers, with tourism as its main industry. However, its rich mineral resources have also given rise to a large number of small mines, as well as those mine owners who drive big Hummers, with a black bear or Tibetan mastiff stuffed inside the car.

  Now, Boss Jia among the crowd is one of the most prominent mine bosses, with many industries, great reputation, and also a representative of the People's Congress. In the rumors on the streets of Xijiang, this boss has always been known for his high-profile style, entering and exiting in luxury cars, and his so-called "mine protection team" is all made up of ruthless thugs...In short, whoever offends Boss Jia will never experience happiness in life again.

  Boss Jia's full name is Jia Wanquan, and his only son is called Jia Xudong.