Cao Weidong held a hammer and faced several other people who made trouble.
These people were holding spring knives in their hands, sweat was dripping from their foreheads, and they stood there hesitating and not daring to step forward.
Cao Weidong didn't give them a chance and accelerated his pace to start the third round of confrontation.
This time.
Only one of these people was left standing.
However, even though he was standing, there was a trace of water on his crotch, and there was a smell of urine.
Under Cao Weidong's gaze, the man finally collapsed.
"Don't hit me, I'll tell you anything."
"It was our boss who asked us to do this. He said that as long as this courtyard becomes a haunted house, no one will compete with us..."
"There is no haunted house at all. Those strange noises are all made by us, and they are also topics we deliberately guide the neighbors to chat about."
"I...I already know I was wrong, please forgive me."
He backed up and shouted quickly.
But then, he saw Cao Zhongyong's almost murderous eyes. After a brief moment of courage, there was a new fear.
"I'm sorry, boss, I'm sorry..."
Cao Weidong did not kill them all.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the other people in the room, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Now you have all heard that this is not a haunted house, but a group of interesting children making a not-so-funny joke."
Everyone in the room looked extremely excited.
Especially those participants who really wanted to buy this courtyard house through bidding felt extremely regretful.
After hesitating for a long time, someone finally spoke.
"This is unfair, I suggest you bid again."
Cao Weidong played with the hammer and looked at the auctioneer who expressed his opinion seriously.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a Shanghai watch on his wrist. He looks very stylish and looks like a leading cadre of a certain unit.
Cao Weidong felt that it was really whimsical.
Want to start bidding again, have you asked about the hammer in my hand?
This time, he was determined to use force to solve the problem.
It feels quite good to move my hands occasionally.
Cao Weidong thought happily.
Under Cao Weidong's gaze, Zhongshan finally couldn't help but say.
"Comrade, don't be too arrogant. Do you believe I will call the police?"
"You don't need to call the police. I've already brought the police comrades over."
At this moment, a man's voice came from outside the room, and then Wang Kongwen walked in with two police comrades wearing big-brimmed hats, followed by Xu Aiguo who was leading the way.
"Thank God, you're fine... Well, can anyone tell me what's going on?"
Wang Kongwen breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he received the call, he immediately contacted his friends at the police station, and then several people rushed to the courtyard.
But then, when he saw the scene in the room clearly, he was shocked.
There were seven or eight people lying on the ground, and there was blood everywhere on the floor. These people were covering their arms and legs, and were wailing. Cao Weidong stood beside him leisurely, holding a hammer in his hand.
The most important thing is that the hammer head of the hammer seems to be stained with blood...
The two police comrades quickly came to their senses and asked seriously.
"What's going on? Who injured them?"
Although they asked this question, their eyes fell firmly on Cao Weidong, especially the blood-stained hammer, while their hands touched the holster of the gun.
Whenever Cao Weidong made any changes, they would immediately take out their weapons.
"It's him, Comrade Public Security, he just beat these people, I bear witness!"
At this time, the man in the Chinese tunic suit became arrogant again and jumped out to publicly identify Cao Weidong.
The police comrade's eyelids twitched and he became even more nervous.
Cao Weidong shrugged, put the hammer on the stool next to him obediently, and then explained.
"Actually, I am also here to participate in this auction. I carry the hammer with me for self-defense. This should be reasonable, right?"
The Chinese tunic suit almost laughed out of anger.
"Why don't you bring a gun if you bring a hammer for self-defense?"
"Oh, it's illegal to carry a gun. I'm a good, law-abiding citizen."
Cao Weidong said seriously.
Although the gun ban had not yet begun, there were gun control regulations. As a Hong Kong businessman investing in the mainland, according to management requirements, he was not allowed to possess firearms.
The Chinese tunic suit was suddenly choked by Cao Weidong's words.
This guy was so sincere that he didn't know what to say.
Cao Weidong no longer paid attention to the Chinese tunic suit, but pointed to the switchblade knives on the ground, as if he was making a report.
"Comrades from the police, some of them carry switch knives with them. This behavior is even worse."
Only then did the police comrades notice the switchblade knives scattered on the ground.
"These are all theirs?"
They asked in surprise.
One person can take down seven or eight knife-wielding thugs, even with the help of a hammer, but it is still very surprising.
Cao Weidong said with great certainty.
"Absolutely true."
The police comrade glanced at the other people at the scene.
These people also nodded.
"Yes, it's their knife. These guys actually carry these things with them. It's really scary."
The two police comrades looked at each other, and then the older one asked in a gentle tone.
"Comrade, we want to know what exactly happened here, please tell us."
Cao Weidong smiled.
"Okay, I will definitely cooperate with you. In fact, it is a fraud gang. After I exposed the scam, I became angry and deliberately retaliated..."
He briefly recounted what happened at the auction.
He also specifically emphasized that he was forced to fight back.
Anyway, there are so many people watching here, so he is not afraid that these police comrades will wrongly accuse him.
The police comrades asked other people, and everyone's answers were basically the same, and there was no difference from what Cao Weidong said.
Only the Chinese tunic suit insisted that it was Cao Weidong who hurt someone first.
He seemed determined to cause trouble for Cao Weidong.
The police comrades hesitated and decided to take these people back to the police station.
One of them walked out of the room and went to the nearby police station to call someone. He also notified the doctor to come and rescue him.
He had just seen it. Those who fell on the ground looked seriously injured, but at most they were just superficial injuries, nothing serious.
But out of humanity, he still needs to call a doctor for treatment.
The other person put away all the spring knives and walked up to Cao Weidong.
"Comrade, please come back with us. We need to investigate."
Cao Weidong shrugged and asked the police comrades to put on the silver bracelet for him.
The Chinese tunic man pretended to be proud and said: "Boy, you're done. Let me see if you are still so stubborn in the police station."
Wang Kongwen felt the voice was familiar, turned his head and looked over, and suddenly recognized the other person.
"Xiao Zhou?"
The man in Mao suit turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
"Director Wang, why are you here?"
Wang Kongwen's face was ashen.
"Xiao Zhou, you are very good. If Mr. Cao makes any mistakes, I will ask you for it!"
A flash of panic flashed across the face of the man in the tunic suit.
However, Wang Kongwen ignored him and walked to Cao Weidong and asked with concern.
Wang He came over with a group of old professors, pulled Wang Kongwen aside and asked.