My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 73 - What is Harder

73: Chapter 73 What is Harder

73 -73 What is Harder

Phew!

The police baton, accompanied by the sound of wind, came hurtling with all its might.

It was certain that if it hit an ordinary person, they would be walking with crutches for half a month.

“What the hell are you doing?” As Su Xuan spoke, he reacted swiftly, lifting his foot and kicking it directly onto the baton.

Clang!

The baton was kicked forcefully to the ground, and the policeman who had swung it, caught off guard, involuntarily leaned forward, his face smashing right into Su Xuan’s leather shoe.

“Well, well, well, you actually dare to attack a police officer.” The mean cop’s pupils shrank slightly, and in an instant, he drew his gun and aimed it at Su Xuan.

A cold smirk appeared on Su Xuan’s face as if he hadn’t seen the gun at all, “Excessive use of force by an officer, that’s what this is, right?

Assaulting a citizen for no reason is illegal.”

“Assault for no reason?

Hahaha!” The mean cop laughed as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, pointed viciously at Su Xuan’s nose, and yelled, “I’ll tell you this—I want to hit you, I’ll hit you.

If I say you attacked the police, then that’s what you did.

Everyone here can testify for me.”

“Who do you think you are?

This is a society governed by law,” Su Xuan felt an even deeper chill in his heart.

“I’m telling you, I am the law,” the mean cop said.

Then, while aiming the gun at Su Xuan’s forehead and looking arrogantly, he shouted, “Brothers, break his legs for me, make him kneel here and lick my shoes.

If he dares to resist, that’s violently resisting arrest, and I’ll shoot him dead on the spot.”

A heavy feeling settled in Su Xuan’s heart; having been through countless life and death battles, he keenly sensed that the policeman before him was not just talking tough—he really was considering pulling the trigger.

His mind whirred at high speed, instantly deducing that these police officers must have been bought off by Wang Meng to deal with him, considering that just yesterday, he had given Wang Meng a serious beating.

“If you’re here for an investigation, I can cooperate and go with you,” Su Xuan took a step back.

The mean cop pointed the gun at Su Xuan’s forehead repeatedly, looking smug and scornful, and cursed, “Kid, who the hell do you think you are?

Today, I’m set on crippling you.

What could you possibly do to me?

I’m telling you, even if I kill you today, not a soul would dare testify on your behalf.”

Upon hearing this, security guards who wanted to help Su Xuan quickly turned their heads away.

For these ordinary people, offending the so-called lawmen before them was tantamount to cutting off their own lifelines.

“What are you standing around for, get on with it and cripple him,” the mean cop, used to being domineering, roared at his subordinates.

The cop who had just had his baton kicked away felt extremely humiliated.

Sure that Su Xuan wouldn’t dare to fight back, he once again drew his baton and aimed for Su Xuan’s knee.

“Boy, I heard you’re quite skilled.

Today, I want to see whether your knee is harder or my baton is.”

Su Xuan’s expression grew increasingly grim.

The police were supposed to be public servants paid by taxpayers, yet some scumbags amongst them had become the hitmen for those with unscrupulous intentions.

“Alright, I actually want to see which is harder,” Su Xuan’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

The cop with the baton, thinking Su Xuan had been frightened into stupidity, grew even more smug, swung the baton, and smashed it down: “Kneel for me.”

“It’s you who should be kneeling,” Su Xuan’s voice rang out almost simultaneously as he caught the baton with a speed unimaginable to a normal person, smashing it directly onto the cop’s kneecap.

Crack!

The sound of the baton breaking echoed, and the cop’s kneecap caved unnaturally downward, clearly suffering a comminuted fracture.

“It seems indeed that your kneecap is harder than the baton,” Su Xuan casually threw away the broken stick, his face relaxed.

“You… you dare attack the police, move and I’ll shoot,” the mean cop, intimidated by Su Xuan’s ferocity, gripped his pistol unsteadily.

Su Xuan smiled, walking unhurriedly towards the frightened cop, “Go ahead, shoot.

I too, want to see whether your skull or the bullet is harder.”

Cold sweat instantly covered the mean cop’s forehead.

Just as he thought of retreating, the memory of the large seven-figure sum promised by the Wang father and son drove him to clench his teeth and pull the trigger: “Die.”

At that moment, his calculations were very clear: Su Xuan had already assaulted one of his colleagues, the charge of attacking the police was certain.

If he shot him dead now, although it would be somewhat improper, he wouldn’t face severe punishment.

More importantly, if his shot hit the mark, he’d gain a fortune he couldn’t earn over three generations as a cop.

“It should be you who dies,” Su Xuan’s pupils narrowed as he moved as fast as lightning, grabbing the gun barrel and twisting it away effortlessly into his own hands.

He had no mercy for those who wanted him dead.

With a swift kick, he struck the mean cop in the chest, and as if repeating the process, laid out the two dumbstruck officers behind him on the ground.

“Ah, my leg, my leg is broken!”

“Cough cough… puh!”

“Quick, call an ambulance, my rib has pierced my heart, I’m done for, please!”

…

Several police officers, clutching their injured spots, were either screaming or spitting blood, their pitiful and cowardly appearance stripped of any earlier arrogance.

“You people, being cops, really disgrace the profession,” Su Xuan said with disdain, spitting contemptuously.

He had refrained from killing them because he understood that in a society governed by law, killing a police officer would constitute a shocking crime, and would bring countless troubles upon himself.

“What on earth is going on inside, you guys go in and take a look,” came a deep voice from outside the door.

Subsequently, several uniformed police officers rushed in, and when they saw the situation inside the security room, they were all stunned.

A police officer in his forties was the first to react, frantically pulling out his own gun and aiming it at Su Xuan, “You…

don’t move, or I’ll shoot.”

Through instinct, Su Xuan assessed that the man before him was merely frightened, not intending to kill him, so he relaxed his expression and tossed his own gun aside, “I’ll cooperate with you all.

These people were bought off, aiming to kill me; I was merely defending myself.”

The older cop swallowed nervously, trying to calm down, “Regardless of why, we will investigate thoroughly; now I ask you to come with us for questioning.”

“Of course, let’s go now,” Su Xuan said casually.

“No way!” the old officer shook his head: “You are too dangerous, I have to handcuff you.”

Su Xuan’s brows furrowed, initially reluctant to agree, but after glancing at the four men’s miserable state on the ground, he felt his own behavior had been too frightening and reluctantly nodded.

The older cop took out handcuffs, his face tense as he tried to put them on Su Xuan, but his nerves had him fail three times in a row.

Finally, Su Xuan couldn’t stand it any longer: “Let me do it myself.”

Click, click, with two crisp sounds, Su Xuan skillfully locked himself up and walked out with the older cop.

At this moment, the whole security room was abuzz.

“Damn, Brother Su is awesome, taking down four on his own and even seizing a gun,” someone exclaimed.

“Brother Su is definitely the pride of our security team.”

“Hmph, these cops always look down on us security guards, and now to see them handled by us is just too satisfying!”

…

In the aftermath, Su Xuan’s image among the security guards had become totemic.

Moreover, for a long time thereafter, Qingshan City’s police would treat any cases related to the security staff of Bright Moon Building with courtesy, and all procedures went smoothly.

But now, this incident had brought endless trouble to Su Xuan.

No sooner had Su Xuan been taken from the security room than he was grabbed by seven or eight strong young police officers who held him down tight.

For him, although there were many officers, he could still take them down by moving his body.

But after all, he was surrendering to the case and pretended to cooperate as he boarded the police car.

Having heard of Su Xuan’s heroic act in the security room, on the way to the precinct, all the security guards were on high alert, watching over Su Xuan with utmost vigilance.

As for Su Xuan himself, he sat relaxed with his eyes closed, as if he were not a suspect in custody but rather a VIP under police protection.

Upon arriving at the precinct, Su Xuan was not questioned at all; instead, he was taken straight to the interrogation room, cuffed to a chair, and harshly warned by the police before being left alone.

“Damn it, what’s going on here?

Weren’t they supposed to question me about the case?

Why is no one paying attention to me now?” Su Xuan was in a very bad mood.

It wasn’t long before he heard a hustle and bustle of voices in the corridor outside the interrogation room, and then he watched as two cops escorted someone inside.

“Young Master Wang, the thug who beat you up yesterday has been caught by us.

If you can identify him, we can take him into custody,” a sycophantic voice chimed in.

Wang Meng, his face swollen and with two bun-like formations on his head, walked in with a malicious look and, upon seeing Su Xuan cuffed to the interrogation table, let out a smug smile.

“Su Xuan, you still dare to show off before me?

Now you’ve been deflated, haven’t you?

I’ll have you know, I could ruin you just by plucking a single hair from my body—that’s the difference between you poor sods and us rich folks,” Wang Meng vented all the resentment that had built up in his chest.

Su Xuan glanced dismissively at the worthless piece of trash and, impatiently, curled his finger in a beckoning motion, “Fatty Wang, come over here if you’ve got the guts.”

Whoosh!

Wang Meng, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately jumped backward; he was indeed scared of Su Xuan.

An adjoining police officer, seizing the opportunity to flatter, plastered a smile across his face, “Young Master Wang, rest assured, his hands are cuffed with steel handcuffs, so he absolutely cannot break free.

You can deal with him however you wish.”