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Chapter 744 - 571 On Duty (Happy Lantern Festival!)_3

Chapter 744: 571 On Duty (Happy Lantern Festival!)_3

The city management officers swiftly got out of their car, split into groups, and ran quickly to intercept the vendors who were trying to escape.

Tong Dan was amazed as if returning to her childhood.

She hadn’t seen such a scene for years.

"Guan Libing, it’s you again. I’ve told you so many times, you are not allowed to set up a stall here, you really never learn."

An officer grabbed his cart.

"Brother Huo, have a cigarette."

Seeing that he couldn’t escape, Guan Libing wiped his hands on his apron, took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, smiled broadly, and offered one.

"What’s there to smoke!"

The other man nonchalantly swatted it away.

Guan Libing’s smile stiffened, and he looked at a loss.

"This isn’t something for you to handle, Tong Dan," she said softly in advance. "City management law enforcement is legal and compliant."

Fang Qing knew that, of course, and sat there without intervening.

"Guan Libing, tell me, how many times has it been? I already gave you a chance, and you’re the one who didn’t cherish it. Your cart will be confiscated."

This Mr. Huo said with a cold face.

Upon hearing that his cart would be confiscated, Guan Libing’s face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly grabbed the officer’s arm, "Brother Huo, this is all I have, what will I do for a living if you take it away?"

"It’s none of my business! Take your dirty hands off me!"

Mr. Huo rudely pushed his hand away, then shouted, "Take his cart away!"

Several officers immediately walked over with aggressive postures.

"Brother Huo, Brother Huo, I beg you, I beg you!"

Guan Libing went pale and frantically pleaded.

Mr. Huo was deaf to his pleas, showing no mercy.

"Thud!"

Under Tong Dan’s stunned gaze, she saw the discharged soldier actually fall to his knees before the officers.

"This is the last time, I promise, I won’t set up a stall here again, Brother Huo, please let me off this one time, just this once!"

Not only did he kneel down in the street, the desperate man also began to kowtow to the officers.

Again and again.

Fang Qing’s lips were tightly pressed together.

"The hell with it, if I let you off, will my superiors let me off? Confiscate his cart!"

Two officers were about to push Guan Libing’s cart away.

Seeing this, Guan Libing quickly got up from the ground, his forehead covered in dust, and clung desperately to his livelihood.

"Fine! What if I pay a fine? I’m willing to pay a fine!"

"Damn it."

Brother Huo straightened his cap.

"Giving you face, and you don’t want it, huh!"

He immediately kicked towards the cart.

"Smash it! Smash this piece of junk!"

"Crash bang..."

The officers immediately started to ruthlessly smash it.

"No, don’t smash it! Please, I’m begging you not to smash it!"

A robust man opened his arms, continually begging, but completely unable to protect his cart.

Rice pots, oil drums, salt jars, soy sauce bottles... they all hit the ground and shattered.

Brother Huo’s smile grew more ferocious.

Guan Libing’s face was vacant, but his eyes began to fill with blood.

"Fang Qing..."

Tong Dan could hardly bear to watch.

Just as Fang Qing couldn’t hold back any longer and was about to stand up, intending to stop this violent enforcement, the word "Stop" hadn’t yet escaped her lips, the whole street seemed to freeze, falling into a deathly silence.

Guan Libing drew a sharp knife from beneath the stove, which should have been used for cutting meat or sausages, and viciously stabbed Mr. Huo.

"I just want to survive, why won’t you even leave me a way out! Why!"

A desperate roar echoed down the street.

Brother Huo’s eyes bulged, blood gurgled from his mouth, and he slowly fell backward to the ground.