From a freeloader to a world leader

Chapter 23: Forcing People to Take Action

"I am Sun Shan!"

Sun Shan stood up straight and walked slowly towards Wang Dashan, his eyes gleaming with contempt and disdain: "Brother Constable, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Which eye of yours saw me pretending to be a scholar, and which ear of yours heard me mobilizing the masses?"

I rely on!

What an arrogant guy!

Wang Dashan, a group of detectives, and hundreds of onlookers were all secretly amazed.

"Speak nicely, kid, or I'll arrest you and throw you into the dungeon." Wang Dashan was so angry when he saw Sun Shan, who was wearing a strange blue scholar's robe and had a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Just you-----"

Sun Shan slapped away Wang Dashan's hand that was pointing at him and said, "Don't point at me, young master. You are just a small constable, but you dare to arrest scholars and throw them into the dungeon at will. Who gave you the courage?"

This made Wang Dashan really mad!

Thinking back to the past and the present, when Wang Dashan was in the Hengzhou city, except for a few high-ranking officials, even the local indigenous gentlemen had to give him some face.

As for foreign merchants like Zhang Yushan who had a few taels of silver, when they saw me, they were like mice seeing a cat.

This made Wang Dashan, who came from a family of constables who had worked in the government office in the city for generations, feel like he was the king.

I didn't expect that today, in front of hundreds of people on the street, I would be slapped on the hand and scolded by a scholar who might not even be an adult.

It’s really true that my uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can’t.

Fortunately, several generations of career as a detective taught him that he should not openly take certain actions against scholars on the street.

But, in private-----

"You said you were a scholar, so you are a scholar. You look so strange. I, Wang Dashan, want to investigate your identity. Hurry up and bring out your documents."

"hey-hey-----"

Sun Shan laughed strangely twice, and rolled his eyes at him again with disdain: "I have the document, but you are not qualified to read it. I haven't broken any law, so what right do you have to check me?"

These words and the rolling eyes immediately made Wang Dashan so angry that he jumped out.

He took a step forward, trying to grab Sun Shan's collar and strip off his scholar's blue robe first, and then take some necessary action.

Let him see the great achievements of our family of detectives.

But he didn't expect that Sun Shan wanted to anger him on purpose, to make him crazy, to make him lose his mind, so that he could take the opportunity to punish him.

Otherwise, what can a scholar like me, who has no real power, do to the chief of constables?

Unless he makes the first move.

Then whatever you do is reasonable.

As long as he could subdue the chief of police, the rest of the ordinary constables, those thugs from the Qinglong Gang who had already been beaten up, would be fine.

It's not a dish.

With a "whoosh!", Sun Shan deliberately did not dodge and allowed Wang Dashan to grab the collar of his scholar's blue robe.

Then, he struggled against the direction of his hand, shouting, "The police chief is beating me! The police chief is beating the scholar!"

The scholar's blue shirt on his body was torn into two pieces by Wang Dashan, leaving a big hole across his waist, revealing the white muscles inside.

"Fuck you, you dare to hit me, you dare to tear my blue shirt, I will fight you!"

Sun Shan shouted loudly, pretending to be bullied and humiliated. He raised his fist in anger and hit Wang Dashan directly in the abdomen.

Wang Dashan was hit so hard that his back was bent and he let out a hoarse scream.

You know, Sun Shan has been practicing for more than half a month now, and his strength is greater than that of ordinary people.

The key point is that Sun Shan specializes in killing people, and he is a special forces soldier who has wiped out dozens of lives.

He understood very well how to kill a person silently, and how to beat him so that no one could see the symptoms from the outside, but after a while, he would either make him sick or kill him.

It all depends on where he hits and how much hidden force he uses.

After delivering the punch, Sun Shan pushed Wang Dashan out and threw him into the crowd of surrounding constables.

The scholar, with his blue shirt open, pointed at the detectives in anger and said, "How dare you, lowly people, insult and humiliate scholars like me in broad daylight? I must go to the government office today to talk to the governor Chen and ask him how he disciplines me."

As he spoke, Sun Shan slapped his half-exposed snow-white chest muscles in anger, making muffled "bang bang!" sounds. "If it doesn't work, I'll go ask the academician. Will he care if a scholar like me is stripped of my blue shirt by slaves in the street, exposing my skin and losing my dignity?"

I rely on!

The onlookers were all stunned!

It only took a minute or two, so fast that people couldn't react.

From the moment Sun Shan answered, to Wang Dashan grabbing people, to Sun Shan throwing punches and shouting angrily, everyone present was stunned.

They clearly felt that the constable had suffered a loss and been beaten.

But he was the one who started it all. He was the one who tore off the scholar's blue shirt. He was in the wrong and asked for a fight.

"You, you you-----"

Wang Dashan fell into the arms of the constable behind him, feeling weak. He pointed at Sun Shan with anger, shaking all over, and could not utter a complete sentence.

He knew that as long as he brought the matter to the attention of the prefect, he would be halfway defeated.

Not to mention, if this hateful scholar were allowed to make trouble and report it to the academician who is in charge of all students.

Even if he didn't die, he would be stripped of the skin of a yamen runner passed down from generation to generation. Although it was not glorious, it was very powerful.

Because, the current situation was that the scholar Sun Shan's blue shirt was half-exposed by him.

In the Sui Empire, in the eyes of scholars, this is extremely shameful.

In this world, people pay attention to not showing the body in clothes and not showing teeth when smiling.

If a woman lets a man see her body, there are only two outcomes.

One is to marry him, the other is to kill him or commit suicide.

At this moment, Sun Shan was torn apart by Wang Dashan, leaving large areas of his snow-white chest muscles exposed in the sun.

The young girls and wives all looked so radiant that their faces turned red, with saliva flowing out of their mouths and holes.

Each of them either lowered their heads or stared intently.

Of course, there were also girls who covered their faces with their hands, and then watched with great interest through the gaps between their fingers.

As a special forces soldier from a thousand years later, Sun Shan treated the half-naked chest as a fart.

In the world a thousand years later, let alone being half-naked, only showing the chest muscles.

It would not be surprising if someone walked down the street wearing only underwear or a bikini.

Wanting to join the army, Sun Shan went abroad on a mission. On a nude beach abroad, he was completely naked and watched everything.

Wang Dashan only felt waves of squeezing pain in his abdomen and an urge to defecate. He felt that he had suffered a loss, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Could it be that he was injured by the punch from the scholar?

Who would believe this?

You, a crude yamen runner, were punched by a young scholar, and you said you were in pain and that you were injured.

Not only do the people and officials not believe it, but I myself don't believe it either.

He resisted the urge to defecate, clamped his buttocks tightly, and replied weakly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Sun, I shouldn't have torn your robe, I will compensate you tomorrow."

After he apologized tremblingly, he clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with regret, grief, and anger, as if he was going to eat Sun Shan: "You hit me just now, so I won't pursue you. Let's call it even, okay?"

Sun Shan was stunned for a moment and thought to himself that this kid is good.

He was hit by a punch and suffered a loss, but he was still able to endure it. He is also a talented person.

But he is already useless!

Just now, Sun Shan used a lot of hidden strength to hit the Tianshu acupoint on Wang Dashan's abdomen.

Although he cannot be beaten to death directly, after half a year, his limbs will most likely be paralyzed and he will become a disabled person.

In Sun Shan's worldview, one must either not take action or, if he does, leave no consequences.

This was the profound and bloody experience he gained during his career as a special forces soldier, fighting for life and death.

Captains of the police like Wang Dashan often come from families of yamen runners, and their ancestors have made a living in the yamen for generations.

After operating for dozens or even hundreds of years, I don’t know how many relationships and wealth I have accumulated.

No one knows how many injustices they have caused and how many lives they have killed.

For ordinary people, killing such people is a good deed.

So when Sun Shan took action, he did not hesitate at all.

For this kind of person, you have to hit him with one strike and get away cleanly.

"Well, since Captain Wang said so, let's call it even. How about we keep our distance from each other from now on?"

"Okay, it's settled!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Dashan took a deep look at Sun Shan, squeezed his buttocks which might be exposed at any time, and waved his hand weakly: "Let's go------"