Official Career Storm

Chapter 1505 - 1505

The driving policeman swallowed nervously, continuing to drive... Where are they supposed to go?

"Where, where to?" he asked.

"Xu City."

"What?" The policeman was dumbfounded, not understanding Song Guanchao's move.

Yet seeing that Song Guanchao had no intention of explaining, he dared not ask, fearful that Song Guanchao might target him next.

"Quite strong."

Song Guanchao chuckled lightly, exerted a bit more force on his arms, and pulled tightly.

The policeman in the passenger seat instantly went limp, no longer struggling.

After confirming he was knocked out, Song Guanchao removed the handcuffs from the policeman's neck.

Then he rummaged in the side policeman's pocket for the keys and unlocked the handcuffs with a click.

Next, he bound the policeman's hands behind him and cuffed them.

He also dragged the policeman from the passenger seat to the backseat, removed the handcuffs from his waist, and bound him the same way.

After finishing this, he took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a satisfying puff.

The driving policeman sneaked a peek through the rearview mirror and quickly reached for the phone on the console during a moment when Song Guanchao was looking out the window.

His hand barely touched the phone when Song Guanchao said, "Drive properly."

The policeman's actions froze, realizing Song Guanchao had already turned his gaze toward him without him knowing.

He awkwardly smiled, retracted his hand, and drove obediently, not daring to have any ideas.

This City Government Office Director was way too sharp-minded.

And how was he so capable of fighting?

What did this guy do before becoming an official?

Even with hands cuffed, he managed to counterattack—truly unbelievable.

Compared to him, these policemen were no better than useless.

Song Guanchao glanced back at the other policemen, trailing closely behind.

About half an hour later, the car was on the highway.

Song Guanchao still showed no intention of changing course.

It seemed he was planning to drive all the way back to Xu City.

The policeman was deeply puzzled—what was he thinking?

Heading to Xu City, that would be their turf.

Despite Song Guanchao's combat prowess, he's just one person.

In Xu City, he'd be a fish on the chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered.

Yet the policeman felt things weren't this simple.

If even he could figure that out, wouldn't Song Guanchao?

His heart was full of questions but he dared not ask.

Song Guanchao retrieved his phone, thought for a moment, but didn't turn it on.

Without surprise, Director Liang and Wu Qiangwei must already know of his plight.

Various calls were surely bombarding him relentlessly.

Returning would actually be simple, he just needed to have the policeman turn the car around.

But he didn't do that.

Resolving the issue like that would be too much of a favor for Xu Chengcheng.

That guy dared to catch him this way today; he had to settle this once and for all.

Without teaching that bastard a lesson, he won't know fear.

Around three in the afternoon, the two unconscious policemen groggily opened their eyes.

The moment awareness hit them, they felt pain instantly.

One had a sore neck, the other had a sore chin.

Instinctively wanting to sit up, they found their hands tied behind them.

With a little observation, they found themselves lying on the floor of the backseat.

Their bodies piled on each other, one pressing down on the other.

The policeman at the bottom struggled to breathe under the pressure.

Song Guanchao looked down, smiled, and said, "Awake?"

They recalled what happened, and angrily said, "Song Guanchao, how dare you assault police officers!"

What he faced was Song Guanchao's size 45 shoe sole, squarely imprinted on the policeman's face.

Lifting his foot, the policeman was angrier still, "You're asking for death!"

"Smack!"

Another kick.

After several kicks, he quieted down, recognizing the situation and not daring to provoke further.

"Song Guanchao, what are you planning?"

"Smack!"

Another kick, leaving the policeman dumbfounded.

I didn't even curse you, I was attempting to communicate with you.

Why hitting me when we were communicating properly?

This time, he didn't even dare to speak.

By seven in the evening, the car exited the highway and entered Xu City.

Song Guanchao grabbed his phone, repositioned the navigation, "Go here."

The driver took a look but dared not ask, just obediently followed the navigation.

Eight o'clock.

The car reached the destination; the area was pitch dark, without even a streetlamp, surrounded by factory buildings with a few resettlement houses in the distance, the ends of fields showing lights from rural bungalows.

"Stop."

Song Guanchao instructed.

The driver responded with an "okay," feeling a bit excited inside.

No matter why Song Guanchao had him drive here, at least he had his companions behind.

Song Guanchao managed to take out these two policemen primarily because they hadn't reacted quickly enough.

The other car had three policemen; he didn't believe Song Guanchao could handle them as easily in a direct confrontation.

Just then, the driver heard two "thud" sounds from the rear.

Turning back in shock, he saw that the two awakened officers were stomped out again by Song Guanchao.

He swallowed, just about to speak when Song Guanchao said, "Park properly."

Parking, the driver said, "Director Song, I'll do whatever you want, just don't use force, let's talk properly."

"Don't worry, I am very reasonable."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, yet as soon as the car came to a halt, a sudden gust of wind whooshed by.

Before he could grasp what happened, he felt as if he collided with a wall, his eyes rolling over, passing out on the driver's seat.

Song Guanchao released his fist and looked back at the trailing car.

Song Guanchao remembered there were six police officers total.

Three in his car, three in the trailing car.

Confirming the numbers, Song Guanchao directly opened the door and got out, confidently heading towards them.

The three policemen in the car saw Song Guanchao approaching, momentarily stunned.

"Why is he coming over?"

Though puzzled, they didn't sense any threat, assuming the officers in the front car sent Song Guanchao over.

"Knock, knock."

Standing by the driver's side, Song Guanchao gently knocked on the window with a smile.

Seeing his accommodating grin, the three policemen were more certain of their guess.

The driving policeman pushed open the door; Song Guanchao voluntarily stepped back.

Seeing his servile demeanor, the three looked down on him, feeling a bit pleased.

They were just regular cops, while Song Guanchao was at the Deputy Director level.

Yet despite his high rank, he had to bow before them.

All three policemen got out of the car.

After driving for six or seven hours straight, their knees felt stiff.

They weren't in a hurry to ask Song Guanchao, stretching a bit, took out cigarettes.

Just as they were about to light them, Song Guanchao moved.

His fist landed on the nearest policeman's face, the other two turned their heads at the sound.

They were met with Song Guanchao's elbow strike.

The last policeman was somewhat dumbfounded, seemingly not understanding why Song Guanchao dared to attack.

Even more so, puzzled why he resorted to a sneak attack?

Shameless, absolutely shameless!

Bang!

The third policeman also went down.