Chang Hao and the other two, practically stumbling and crawling, finally made it out of the thorny flower bushes.
Cameras from all directions were aimed at the three of them.
Their exposed faces, necks, and hands were covered in sharp thorns; Chang Hao and Song Jixiang were relatively okay, as their bodies were not pierced elsewhere, but it was a different story for Ma Jinlian, whose long-legged stockings were filled with thorns, a shocking sight.
Chang Hao and Song Jixiang trembled all over, spasming from time to time, with waves of piercing pain, not to mention Ma Jinlian’s miserable state.
"You bastard, why are you pulling me? I’ll beat you to death." Chang Hao was furious, raising his hand to slap Song Jixiang, but upon exerting force, he recoiled in pain, his face contorted, saying, "Ow, my hand, my face, it hurts like hell."
He blamed the entire situation on Song Jixiang, thinking if he hadn’t been dragged, he wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.
"Uncle, calm down, this is so bizarre, I didn’t do it on purpose." Song Jixiang spread his thorn-covered palms, grinning his teeth in pain, complaining.
"I’ll kick you, you useless bastard." Chang Hao lifted his foot and kicked over.
"Ow." Song Jixiang cried out as if he had lost a loved one; compared to the thorn injuries, he couldn’t feel any pain from his uncle’s kicks; he staggered and quickly avoided them, saying miserably, "Uncle, I am useless, please don’t be angry."
"Angry? Damn it, I feel like killing you." The anger inside Chang Hao was sky-high.
Song Jixiang shifted his fury to Ma Jinlian, also raising his foot and cursing loudly, "You little bitch, tripping even while walking, what the hell are you doing, holding me, are you satisfied now?"
"Dear, I, I-I-I don’t know what happened." Ma Jinlian said, crying intermittently.
Originally, she was shaking from pain, barely able to stand, and with Song Jixiang kicking her twice, she plunged straight to the ground.
"Kick you, kick you, you blind stupid bitch." Song Jixiang burned with rage, venting all his grievances on Ma Jinlian, shouting as he lifted his foot and kicked hard.
"Dear, stop kicking, oh, my breast." Ma Jinlian pleaded bitterly, rolling on the ground.
The three of them, Chang Hao and others, appeared like clowns before the cameras, performing a clown show.
"Stop it." Chang Hao seemed to suddenly regain his senses, using rationality to suppress his anger, he hurriedly tried to stop Song Jixiang’s actions, realizing they were already thoroughly disgraced in front of cameras and the public, his self-respect nearly obliterated.
"Uncle, blame this bitch for dragging me, otherwise, we wouldn’t have fallen." Song Jixiang said indignantly, seeing Uncle’s blazing eyes and the countless mocking eyes around, he sheepishly shrunk his neck and fell silent.
"Get up, stop lying on the ground and disgracing me." Song Jixiang yelled at Ma Jinlian.
"Boo hoo hoo." Ma Jinlian felt ashamed to death, crying as her messy hair covered her face, she managed to stand up.
"Stop filming, what are you filming?" Chang Hao shouted at the cameras, threatening, "Delete the videos right now, or else I’ll make you regret it."
"Damn it, don’t want to keep your jobs? Hurry and put away the cameras." Song Jixiang called out from the side.
The reporters looked conflicted, many gave awkward smiles.
At this moment, they couldn’t laugh, fearing they might lose their jobs due to Chang Hao’s fury.
"Film everything, film whatever you want, say whatever you want, this is your journalistic freedom." Amidst the reporters’ hesitation, as they raised their cameras intending to stop filming, a loud voice rang out.
Only to see, dressed in casual clothes, Zhang Lu walked out from among the crowd, showcasing her impressive presence.
"Who’s that? Who’s fearless enough to challenge Chang Hao?"
"I know her, I’ve been on her show, she’s police captain Zhang Lu."
"A mere captain, daring to shout at Chang Hao? Impossible!"
The reporters gossiped.
"You bitch, get out of here, do you have a right to speak here? Don’t you know who my uncle is? Where’s your qualification to speak?" Song Jixiang glared at Zhang Lu and started swearing.
"You fool, you’re trying to get me killed." Chang Hao looked at Song Jixiang, gritting his teeth, as if he was about to eat him alive.
"Uncle, why are you looking at me like that." Song Jixiang was puzzled.
With a scream, Song Jixiang’s body was kicked flying.
Zhang Lu immediately kicked, her foot landing on Song Jixiang’s abdomen, almost costing him half his life; daring to call her a bitch, she was lenient for not killing him.
Chang Hao’s lip twitched, but he dared not utter a word, his eyes avoided Zhang Lu.
Ma Jinlian was perceptive, instantly realizing something was wrong, she lowered her head, submitting after a fearful glance at Zhang Lu.
The reporters weren’t foolish either; seeing Chang Hao backing down, Zhang Lu acting so brash, they became excited, realizing this was top-notch material not to be missed.
"Uncle, she hit me, this stupid bitch hit me, you have to stand up for me." Lying on the ground, Song Jixiang looked at Zhang Lu with deep resentment.
He noticed his uncle’s expression, like he was looking at an idiot, he was confused and protested, "Uncle, you’re the boss, how can you fear others, what’s wrong? Why’s your expression so grim?"
"Idiot." Zhang Lu said mockingly, glancing at Song Jixiang, casually ordered, "This person is suspected of drug use, solicitation, gambling, take him back for thorough questioning."
"Yes, Captain." Several undercover officers approached and immediately handcuffed Song Jixiang.
One undercover asked, "Captain, should we first find a doctor to remove the thorns from him?"
"No need, he’s not going to die, why bother, we only deal with criminals, not obliged to be their doctor." Zhang Lu said unsympathetically.
Song Jixiang, amidst his pleading and cries, was taken away by the undercover officers.
"Uncle, save me." Even being foolish, Song Jixiang realized something was wrong, seemingly having provoked someone he shouldn’t have; looking at Zhang Lu, his eyes filled with fear, resorting to pleading with Chang Hao.
"Pray for your own good, you stupid pig." Chang Hao muttered secretly.
The charges Zhang Lu imposed on Song Jixiang could be minor or severe, but going by the current situation, Song Jixiang was finished.
At this time, Chu Biyao came beside Zhang Lu, affectionately patting her on the shoulder.
This scene shocked everyone.