Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1338 - 652: Masters Are Everywhere

At Sophora Tree Bay, the former village chief Old Yang stood at Er Gouzi’s doorstep, blocking outsiders like a guardian deity, his presence so commanding it was as if he alone could hold off thousands. He sneered coldly as he lambasted the people in front of him, "Where were you all earlier? Not taking care of your own kids, letting them mess around with Er Gou, and now you’re scared? Well, let me tell you, it’s too late!"

As he spoke, his spit flew in all directions, and his commanding demeanor left the crowd speechless, only able to plead in low voices, "Our kids, they don’t know any better and just wanted to play with Er Gou. You know how it is, they’ve been playing together since they were little..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Comrade Yang, armed with his smoking pipe, pointed and gestured at them. "It’s too late for any excuses now. Let them get a taste of the police station first, let them learn how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Don’t you worry, they’ll just suffer for a few days and get some education. No arms or legs will be missing, so just go on home! Stop crowding around here, the comrades from the police station will be out soon!"

"But sir, Xiao Zhu is your dear great-grandson, how can you just watch as..." A middle-aged man squeezed through the crowd, pleading softly. Such a person with a lower generational status is called ’old grandpa’ in Sancha County, referring to one’s grandfather on their mother’s side. In the countryside, the generational hierarchy is taken very seriously, with newborns sometimes even being called ’grandpa’.

"Scram!" Old Yang was even more furious with this man. "I told you before to discipline that little punk of yours, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you remember I’m your ’old grandpa’? Scram, scram, scram, go home and think about it. Didn’t you just make a bit of money raising cattle this year and then let your child start gambling with Er Gou? Do you have money to burn or what?"

"Let me tell you, do you see the car at the entrance of the village? Boss Yan is here too. Let him see you later; he might worry that your son will get desperate after losing at gambling, and take your cattle to sell them himself. Then he’ll reclaim your calves! Don’t come running to me pleading then. Let me tell you, my face means nothing in front of Boss Yan. Are you leaving or not?"

Old Yang’s words were completely fabricated, Yan Fei, while perhaps a bit amazing, was certainly no deity. There were now over two thousand households in the county raising cattle for him; could he possibly remember all of them? Besides, Old Yang was the village chief after all, and a respectable man at that. If there really was a problem and he approached the company, wouldn’t they give him some face?

But he was the village chief and had been for many years. The villagers couldn’t help but believe what he said. Suddenly, some who were just there to watch the commotion took a few steps back from the doorway.

The individuals begging for mercy, intimidated by his fierce glare, also stepped back quite a bit. Still, some persistent ones moved forward to ask, "Can we go later to bring them food?"

"Bring what food, let them go hungry for a few meals to gain some sense," Old Yang said disdainfully, his irritability evident. He paused only to add, "Isn’t Er Gou so ’Awesome’? They all follow him, so why worry about going hungry? Maybe once they get to the police station, they’ll be treated to seven dishes and eight bowls, and a tableful of good food and wine!"

Those who were not personally involved and had retreated to a distance to enjoy the spectacle couldn’t help but snicker upon hearing this.

Still, some people commented in low voices, "Finally, that Er Gou who’s been running wild outside and even his parents can’t control him, should be taught a lesson by being arrested; otherwise, he’ll eventually drive his parents to their graves. And those who follow Er Gou’s lead deserve it, too. It’s better they learn their lesson early, so they won’t fall into bad ways later in life!"

Such sentiments were not unique; many in Sancha River County held these views, because the local police station had always had a down-to-earth connection with the community. Although people still regarded the station with a certain distance and reverence, they knew the officers wouldn’t treat people unfairly – memories of the station as a dreaded pit of dragons and tigers had long since changed.

Inside the house, a group of people had already been shackled in handcuffs, and a few police officers were watching over them as they lined up to leave, while the remaining few started to clean up. The main tasks were to search for the gambling stakes that had been stuffed into the corners of the table and to confiscate the playing cards – even though they were worthless shoddy cards, they still counted as gambling tools and had to be collected.

Er Gouzi was the last to leave; while the others hung their heads, he alone strutted with an air of deep-seated resentment, glaring fiercely at Cui Zhangfei and Hou Dayong. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Even Xiang Changqing, who appeared rather stiff to others, couldn’t bear it any longer and gave Er Gouzi a shove, "Can’t you watch where you’re going? You want to run into a wall or something?"

Er Gouzi whipped his head around abruptly, "What’s up? You from the station gonna start hitting people or what?"

Xiang Changqing was also seething and gave him another shove, "Are you moving or not? Did pushing you just now hurt you?"

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Xiang Changqing was so mad, he gave him a shove, his trademark stiffness replaced with annoyance.

Er Gouzi instantly turned his head and snapped, "What, now the cops want to hit people?"

Xiang Changqing pushed him again, "Well, are you going to move? Did that hurt you?"

The rest of the group watched Xiang Changqing’s reaction in amusement. It couldn’t be helped; Er Gou’s antics could even incite the usually composed Xiang Changqing to rage. What a character!

Er Gou, not one to back down, raised his voice and began to shout, "The police are beating..."

He didn’t get to finish his sentence when a figure charged over and started punching and kicking him while cursing, "You think you can’t be hit, huh? I’ve been wanting to beat you for a while, you little brat. You still don’t accept it, do you? Accept it or not, I’m asking you, accept it or not? Other people might not hit you, but I’m your father, can I not?"

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