The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 211 - 211 210 The Incarnation of Justice

211: Chapter 210: The Incarnation of Justice 211: Chapter 210: The Incarnation of Justice “What, what do you want to do?” The street administrator looked at Wang Dadong with a face full of fear.

Wang Dadong stepped closer to the street administrator, his face covered with cold intent.

Why would a mere temporary street administrator act so arrogantly?

The reason was that the street administrators bullied those who were weaker than themselves.

Those people had no power or influence, and if they were bullied, they could only endure it.

Over time, street administrators developed an arrogant nature as if they owned the streets.

Wang Dadong had not encountered this before, but since he had today, he was going to take care of it.

Wang Dadong kicked the street administrator who had just gotten up, and the administrator immediately tumbled over.

Then he picked him up from the ground, turned around, and looked at Han Sasha, asking, “Have you started filming?”

“Ah, yes!” Han Sasha nodded quickly.

Wang Dadong loosened his neck, raised his hand, and slapped the street administrator’s face.

Slap, slap, slap, loud slaps sounded as the street administrator’s head swung from side to side under the impact of Wang Dadong’s hands.

Wang Dadong struck hard, each slap spattering blood and scattering teeth.

After more than twenty slaps, the street administrator’s face was completely swollen like a pig’s head, with several teeth missing.

Wang Dadong finally tossed him on the ground like a dead dog.

“Serves him right, these immoral street administrators need a good lesson!”

Seeing the street administrator getting beat up, the surrounding people started clapping; they too had often been bullied by these street administrators.

Extortion was the least of their misdeeds they would resort to hitting people at the slightest provocation.

Remembering the last time, a street vendor had his leg broken by a street administrator, and calling the police was useless because the perpetrator was only a temporary worker.

Today fired, tomorrow rehired, and then they would intensify their bullying of the common folk.

“Brother Fei, it’s this kid; he dared to beat up our people!” No sooner had Wang Dadong finished beating the street administrator than a group of street administrators armed with clubs swarmed over.

Usually, one street administrator was intimidating enough, but now a whole group had come, scaring the street vendors silly.

They hurriedly packed up, and even those who had been applauding hid themselves away.

The saying that those who are pitiable must have a despicable side isn’t unfounded.

If these weaker groups united, they could easily pummel these pretentious street administrators into flatbreads.

But faced with the bullying by street administrators, they dared not resist.

Others were bullied, and they merely watched indifferently.

However, it’s not their fault.

Throughout Huaxia’s history, hasn’t the common people always been like this?

“Kid, you’ve got some nerve, do you know who we are?” The lead street administrator, holding a baseball bat and with a cigarette in his mouth, slapped his palm while speaking disdainfully.

Wang Dadong glanced at him, smiling, “Could it be that the Jiangdu City Zoo is on a collective holiday today?”

“What do you mean?” The lead street administrator frowned, not quite understanding Wang Dadong’s remark.

“You’ve let loose a bunch of beasts that harm the common folk.”

“Are you looking for death?” The street administrators were enraged.

Many of them had tattoos of dragons and tigers on their bodies, exuding a bandit-like aura, not looking like they were here to serve the public, but rather like a gang of thugs.

Han Sasha felt a chill down her spine, her hand shaking with her phone, thinking that she might actually get beaten to death here today.

But seeing Wang Dadong standing calmly in front of this group of fierce street administrators, she thought perhaps this uncle was a martial arts expert and stood behind him.

“Little girl, I advise you to delete the video right now, or else…

you know what!” The lead street administrator looked at the phone in Han Sasha’s hand, his face turning ferocious.

“Hmph, I’m not afraid of you guys!” Han Sasha hid behind Wang Dadong, peeking out her head as if she felt very safe behind him.

While speaking, one hand was holding onto the corner of Wang Dadong’s clothes, her face showing a defiant expression as if daring them to hit her.

Just as the young broadcaster was feeling smug, Wang Dadong suddenly turned around, “Well, you’re not scared but I am.

You hold them off, I’m going to retreat.”

“What?”

Han Sasha’s expression instantly became very animated, filled with grievance, like a fox whose tail had been stepped on.

“I’m just kidding.” Wang Dadong grinned, revealing a set of glinting teeth, and then charged toward the group of arrogant street administrators.

“Get rid of this…

uh…” The lead street administrator was about to order his men to take down Wang Dadong when a strong slap hit his face.

The man immediately spun 360 degrees in the air and crashed to the ground with a bang.

With one slap taking down the lead street administrator, Wang Dadong did not stop there.

He quickly approached a street administrator who was nearly paralyzed with fear and knocked him to the ground with a kick.

Seeing Wang Dadong’s bravery, Han Sasha’s eyes sparkled, and she couldn’t help cheering for him: “Uncle, you’re so cool!”

Han Sasha, at twenty-two, was at an age where she greatly admired heroes.

Wang Dadong not only dared to publicly beat up the street administrators but also wasn’t afraid of being exposed.

The statement he made earlier, “This has to be broadcast,” exuded an overwhelming dominance that stirred Han Sasha’s heart, a glint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

Just as Wang Dadong was preparing to strike again with the rubber club, he suddenly stumbled, mentally exclaiming, ‘Uncle?

Your whole family is uncles!’

Suddenly, Wang Dadong, like a tiger unleashed, fought barehanded against eight or nine street administrators effortlessly.

In less than fifteen seconds, the previously arrogant street administrators were kneeling on the ground, singing songs of surrender.

Wang Dadong grabbed the last remaining standing street administrator, who was trembling and stammering, “Don’t, don’t hit me, I’m just a temp.”

Slap, Wang Dadong delivered a resounding slap, sending him reeling with stars in his eyes and a nosebleed gushing.

“I’m hitting you precisely because you are a temp!”