Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1337 - 651 Continuous Action_3

Moreover, this kid often boasted about how the hotel had hostesses and the like, explaining with such crude language that even the old village chief couldn’t bring himself to repeat it.

So as a representative of the old school, the old village chief was truly furious. Fucking hell, if you go out to work and earn money, then find a decent livelihood. If you say being a security guard is fine, keeping watch at a door, patrolling and running errands, that’s acceptable as earning a living. But listening to that guy, what he did to "maintain order" was essentially the same as the villainous thugs of the old times, wasn’t it?

If we let this guy continue to boast, and then other young people from the village follow his example and take pride in it, will the village’s youth have a future?

Over the phone, the old village chief had confidently promised to have some old buddies keep an eye on those people, ensuring they all ended up getting a lesson from the police station—villagers may lack experience, but they know that those who mix with the wrong crowd and can’t be controlled by their families will eventually cause serious trouble. It would be better to have the police step in early and give them a harsh lesson, so that after the "education" they would stay home and behave themselves for the new year.

Therefore, when three cars stopped at the entrance of the village, and a group got out of the vehicles, they saw an old man running towards them with a tobacco pipe. His face lit up with relief, "You’ve finally arrived, hurry up, that group of punks is at Er Gouzi’s house!"

Leading everyone through the village, he couldn’t stop chattering, "You don’t know, that Er Gouzi went out and even changed his name because he thought it was too rustic. When he came back, he wouldn’t let his parents call him by his nickname. He annoyed them so much they lost their appetite!"

The village wasn’t large, so it wasn’t long before they reached the place. Turning a corner, they saw a middle-aged man with a face full of anger and a middle-aged woman looking worried sitting in front of a house.

Seeing the police and Yan Fei’s group approaching, the middle-aged man stood up, pointing behind him: "They’re all inside! Not a single one has escaped. Get them in and teach them a proper lesson!"

The woman, as a mother, still had some sympathy. Even though she was a little scared of the crowd, she tried to ask bravely, "Comrade, may I ask, they won’t be beaten up in there, will they? Can we send them food?"

The middle-aged man pulled the woman back, "If you hadn’t spoiled him, would that bastard have turned out like this?"

We were here to arrest people and had no time for their babbling. It was getting dark already.

Inside, the group of young people was still laughing and enjoying themselves. A guy, wearing a short leather jacket adorned with shiny accessories, was shouting loudly, "You’ve got talent! You’ve won quite a bit in a short time, eh? I’ll owe this round; let’s settle everything together later..."

The kid’s tight pants were also adorned with shiny accessories, attracting much attention.

At that moment, the middle-aged man led the group inside, irritated, he chimed in, "Don’t wait to settle later; you’ll be settling at the police station! These comrades are here to crack down on gambling. All of you, come with us!"

The group of card players panicked at first. Then, seeing a large crowd enter, more than their own number, especially with some in uniform, they didn’t know how to react.

But the guy in shiny clothes got really angry, "Are you still my father? We’re just playing cards at home, and you call Leizi on us?"

The middle-aged man out-yelled him, "I’m the one who called, so what? You deserve it! You little bastard need to be educated. Otherwise, you might as well shoot for the stars, right?"

The woman who had followed behind him rushed forward to explain nervously, "Er Gouzi... No, I mean, Xiaodao! It wasn’t us who called the police comrades; they came on their own..."

Upon hearing the woman talk, Er Gouzi’s voice rose even louder, "Don’t talk to me, if they could have found our house on their own. Do you think they are as capable as the Hong Kong Royal Police? Fine! It doesn’t matter if I go in today. Remember this, from now on I won’t have parents like you, and you won’t have a son like me..."

Before he could finish, someone in the crowd suddenly lunged forward, delivering a slap, followed immediately by a kick that sent Er Gouzi stumbling: "How did your parents manage to raise you to this size without nurturing you? If they also said they didn’t have a son like you, I would have killed you right now..."

The sound of that slap was crisp and pleasing to the ear. Everyone inside and outside the house found it refreshing; it was more satisfying than hearing New Year’s Eve firecrackers.

Dazed by the hits, Er Gouzi scrambled up and charged with a loud shout, "You fucking dare to hit me..."

Before he could get close, he was kicked back again, and someone emerged from behind the hitter, the two of them holding him down.

While struggling, Er Gouzi screamed, "Who are you people to hit me? Do you know what I do? Be careful you don’t bring disaster upon yourselves—I’m warning you, dare to leave your name..."

The first to hit him slapped again, "My name is Cui Zhangfei. Remember that. What if I did hit you?"

The other man answered with an honest face, "I’m Hou Dayong. Remember that too!"

These two were prison buddies with a deep bond—Hou Dayong had no choice but to follow when he saw Cui Zhangfei charging out. Both had spent time behind bars, one for doing wrong, the other for a manslaughter error, but they shared one trait: they were filial sons.

Cui Zhangfei had committed crimes to make money, all of which he had hidden away for his parents—and so, after being caught, he preferred to serve his full sentence rather than confess to other crimes, lest the money be taken away.

Hou Dayong was also family-oriented; otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken the blame for his sister.

Seeing Er Gouzi disown his parents with a word, they couldn’t stand it—especially Cui Zhangfei. While others might hold back for the sake of the police’s presence, avoiding confrontation, Cui Zhangfei, who wasn’t that afraid of the police to begin with, was now backed by a solid supporter, and having reformed his ways, he was even less scared.

Although the police were enforcing the law, they, too, were not born to a different set of rules. Witnessing Er Gouzi’s disgraceful behavior, they continued handcuffing people as if they had not seen Cui Zhangfei hit anyone.

Even Er Gouzi’s mother didn’t come forward—that sentence about disowning his parents really cut deep!

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