In the cafe, Heizi, his head wrapped in gauze, was lounging back with his legs crossed, playing mobile games with his subordinates.
He was really getting into it when one of his subordinates, who rushed in breathlessly, interrupted him.
"Hei, we're in trouble, our car's been smashed!"
His panting subordinate, panic-stricken, pointed toward the door.
"Smashed? This kid smashed the car? Alright, call the cops right away!"
Heizi immediately put down his phone, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
It would be headlines if the Deputy County Magistrate smashed a car in public and brought the cops down.
"No... not him... someone else did it!"
The subordinate hurriedly waved his hands frantically.
"Someone else smashed my car? Who the fuck has the guts to mess with my car, and you still fucking stand here? Grab some tools, let's go chop some heads. I want to see who dares to shit on my head."
