During the day, Dorothy has to look after the child.
It's only in the evening she has time to go out for a bit of fun.
The two of them were walking along when they were drawn to a row of street food stalls.
Especially someone like Dorothy, a young lady who didn't know what street food even was, just finished a plate of roasted cold noodles and now clamored to eat stinky tofu.
Dirk Carter had no choice but to go along with her.
They were just about to head towards the stinky tofu stall.
Then someone shouted, "City management is here."
As if receiving some kind of command.
A whole row of stalls started to move, hastily escaping.
At this moment.
Two city management pickup trucks quickly pulled over.
Seven or eight city managers jumped out of the vehicles, surrounding a watermelon stall that didn't have time to retreat.
Under the command of a chubby guy in a white shirt.
Without a word, the city managers began to load the watermelons stacked on the ground onto the pickup trucks one by one.
The stall owner was an elderly man.
Seeing this, he stepped in front of the city management officers, crying out, "I'm begging you, don't seize my melons, don't take my melons. I'm counting on selling these to pay my grandson's tuition fees."
The guy in the white shirt saw this.
He directly pushed the old man.
The old man stumbled a bit, landing on the ground.
"Old man, don't you know you can't set up stalls here? This time we're seizing your melons as a lesson. Next time you dare set up a stall, I'll fine you, believe it?"
The white shirt pointed at the old man on the ground, berating him arrogantly.
"I'll fight you!"
The old man was infuriated.
He got up from the ground.
Picked up a club and charged towards the white shirt.
The white shirt wasn't fazed, smirked coldly, and said, "Obstructing enforcement, huh? Okay! Arrest him for me!"
With a command.
Two city managers rushed forward.
How could the old man be a match for the young men?
Within a few moves, the club in his hand was snatched away by the city managers, then those two city managers pressed him to the ground.
The white shirt squatted in front of him, tapped his face with a hand, and said, "Old man, seeking death, are you? Daring to hit city managers, don't you want to live?"
"Spit! Bunch of dogs!"
The old man was still defiant.
He spat.
It landed on the white shirt's shoes.
The white shirt was furious now.
He stood up and raised his foot, just about to kick the old man when suddenly Dirk Carter rushed up and shouted, "Stop it!"
The white shirt was startled.
He turned around to look at Dirk Carter, frowned, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you telling me to stop?"
"Look at yourselves, as public servants, bullying an unarmed old man. Do you have any sympathy? It's just a stall, is there a need to bully like this?"
Dirk Carter asked sternly.
The white shirt glanced at Dirk Carter in his sportswear.
Sneered and said, "Yo, here's another meddler. Who are you? I'm enforcing the law, do you have any say in this?"
"Enforcing the law? Why aren't you in uniform? Also, is this how law enforcement should be done? How are you different from thugs?"
Dirk Carter retorted.
Hearing this.
The white shirt's face turned angry.
Pointing at Dirk Carter, he shouted furiously, "I see you're with the old man, take them all away."
With the command.
Several other city managers surrounded Dirk Carter.
Seeing this.
Dirk Carter coldly asked, "What? In a fit of rage, now you're gonna arrest me too?"
"Who the hell do you think you are, do you think you're worthy of making me lose my temper? You look like trouble, I'm gonna arrest you today, what can you do?"
The white shirt arrogantly asked.
Looking at the old man on the ground.
Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Fine, you don't need to arrest me, I'll go with you, but you'll bear all the consequences that follow."
"Consequences? What consequences can come from arresting troublemakers?"
The white shirt sneered.
Dirk Carter turned around, said to the worried Dorothy Zechariah, "It's okay, I'll go with them. Call Arlo, tell him what's happening here, he knows what to do."
"Okay."
Even though worried.
Dorothy knew Dirk Carter's capabilities.
Just like that.
Watching Dirk Carter and the old man being taken away in the city management's pickup truck, disappearing at the street corner.
Dorothy quickly took out her phone, dialing Arlo Yarbrough's number...
Silvercrest District City Management Brigade.
Dirk Carter and the old man were locked separately in two small dark rooms.
The guy in the white shirt just now was Hector Hall, the deputy brigade leader of the Silvercrest District City Management Brigade.
At that moment.
He picked up a watermelon from the pickup truck, tapped it with his finger, and said satisfactorily, "This batch of melons is good. Keep ten at the office to eat, everyone else take two home to eat."
Upon hearing this.
The seven or eight city managers cheered in delight.
At this moment.
One city manager asked, "Director Liu, what about those two inside?"
Hector Hall glanced back and said, "Two troublemakers, keep them locked up overnight, verify their identities tomorrow, and notify their families to come pay the fine."
After saying that.
Hector Hall thought of a plan.
Said, "Cut open a watermelon for me, I'll go check on that blind idiot."
"Alright."
The city manager responded.
Two minutes later.
Hector Hall holding half a watermelon, walked into the small dark room where Dirk Carter was.
The room not only had no air conditioning, but all windows were shut tight, Dirk Carter had only stayed for ten minutes but was already sweating profusely.
Bear in mind, it's currently the hottest time of the year.
Even at night, temperatures are over 35 degrees, let alone in such a closed room.
Seeing Dirk Carter drenched in sweat.
Hector Hall felt very satisfied, munching on watermelon, he asked, "Kid, still arrogant now? Weren't you shouting just now? Why aren't you shouting now?"
"You're asking for death!"
Dirk Carter countered.
Hector Hall burst out laughing, "Asking for death? Such bold words! With such a big mouth, aren't you thirsty? Looking at you sweating so much, do you want some watermelon? This melon is sweet and refreshing..."
"Are these your melons? You just eat them, aren't you afraid of choking to death?"
Dirk Carter asked coldly.
Upon hearing this.
An evil glare surfaced in Hector Hall's eyes once more.
He put down the half-eaten watermelon on the table.
Then took out the air-conditioning remote, switched it to heating mode, and set the temperature to the highest.
Said, "You're not eating, right? No problem, soon you will. Let's see how long you can last."
After saying this.
Turned around and locked the door.
Standing at the doorway, spat on the ground, said, "What are you? Ungrateful! You'll be crying soon enough."
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