HLM – Chapter 1010 A Nest of Chicks

Wang Bo and his team had put their plan together in a rush, so it was inevitable that there were some oversights. And sure enough, just as things began, the biggest oversight immediately surfaced—the four hot-tempered young men didn’t bother listening to Conley at all and went straight at him with their fists.

Conley was a technical worker, not a fighter. Surrounded by four people, he panicked and quickly raised his hands. “I mean no harm, brothers—can we talk this out?”

“This coward,” the burly man holding a lunchbox sneered.

The middle-aged man wearing a scarf glared fiercely at them. “What are you standing around for? Go shoo those bastards away! Don’t let them draw the police here!”

Ironically, this worked in Wang Bo’s favor. Of the five men, aside from the one with the lunchbox, the other three rushed over, shouting as they approached, “Don’t mess around near our car! Back off—get the hell away!”

The four young men were extremely volatile. Seeing the three big burly guys charging toward them—each one built like a tank—they weren’t afraid at all. One youth with a mohawk pointed at them and yelled, “The ones who need to back off are you, *********!”

Wang Bo exchanged a look with Atulu, and the two stepped forward.

“Hey, guys, what’s going on? Don’t get worked up—talk to us.”

The scene was chaotic. Even though Wang Bo and Atulu had changed out of their uniforms, their appearances were far too distinctive—one was Chinese, and the other a massive Māori man. Some people recognized them immediately.

One of the young men blinked. “Sh*t, isn’t that the mayor of Sunset Town?”

The three burly men stiffened at this. Wang Bo had anticipated it—he immediately rushed forward and shouted:

“Zhuang Ding! Queen! Go!”

From behind the car, two beasts suddenly burst out—two shadows streaked across the ground as they lunged.

The four young men were terrified. As soon as they saw Zhuang Ding pop out, they recognized the creature and bolted toward their car.

One shouted while running, “We’re the victims here—it’s just a brawl! Why the hell are they using nuclear-weapon-level Tibetan mastiffs?!”

Zhuang Ding and Queen were incredibly fast. In a blink, they overtook the three burly men and pounced, slamming them violently to the ground before they could react.

The last burly man was still dumbfounded. Conley took advantage of his shock, wrapped his arms around the man’s waist from behind, and roared as he tried to take him down.

His roar was loud—but the man only staggered a step. Conley’s strength was too small, and his technique too poor. He failed to bring him down.

Thankfully, none of these men drew weapons immediately. The big guy roared in turn and elbowed Conley hard, knocking him to the ground.

Atulu saw Conley getting hit. They’d always been close, and this time, adrenaline finally surged. He charged over and leapt like a grizzly bear, slamming into the big man.

Two screams rang out.

Atulu indeed toppled the burly man—but unfortunately, Conley was underneath them both.

Meanwhile, Uncle Bing and Gerald subdued their targets even faster. They approached from behind—the scarf man had no fighting ability and was easily restrained by Gerald. Uncle Bing exchanged a few punches with the remaining burly man before cuffing him as well.

The capture was quick—lightning-fast. In a matter of moments, all five were subdued.

The scarf-wearing man’s sunglasses had flown off somewhere. He glared at them indignantly.  “What are you doing? What are you doing? What police department are you from?!”

The four young men scrambled into their car, started it, and were about to flee—only to see the fight had ended. They froze and watched cautiously from inside.

Gerald searched the men and found a Smith & Wesson M39 handgun on each of the four burly men, along with several military knives.

Wang Bo pointed at the weapons and sneered. “I’m the sheriff of Sunset Town. You brought this stuff onto my turf—planning trouble, are you?”

Inside the car, one youth whispered nervously, “Bruce, why the hell are you holding a baseball bat? Throw it out!”

The scarf man forced out a fawning smile. “I think you misunderstand, Sheriff. I’m just a businessman—haha—and these are my bodyguards.”

“Bodyguards who carry these weapons onto private property?” Wang Bo waved his hand. “Take them all in for questioning.”

As they were being escorted to the police car, the four young men jumped out.

The mohawk youth pointed angrily at Conley. “Hey! Officer! You hit our car!”

Conley roared, “You guys beat me up!”

Today was truly a disaster for him—not only did he get beaten by four men, but he almost got crushed to death when Atulu crashed onto the pile.

The mohawk youth wasn’t backing down. “You hit our car and then cursed us out!”

“That still doesn’t give you the right to assault someone!” Wang Bo said. “But my guy’s not petty. We won’t press charges. Get your car repaired through insurance.”

Uncle Bing stepped forward. “Here’s a suggestion—don’t be so impulsive next time. Fists can solve problems, but they’re never the best way.”

Indeed—had they not assaulted Conley, Wang Bo would actually have owed them compensation today.

Atulu went to fetch the RV, then glanced back at the nest of chicklings inside. “Boss, what about these chicks?”

Wang Bo turned to the scarf man. “What’s the story with these chickens?”

The luxurious RV still had several fluffy chicks inside. The only explanation was that the man liked raising them as pets—otherwise, they didn’t fit with the style at all.

The scarf man said, “I bought them to eat. I have an oven in the RV. I like roasted chicks.”

Eating roasted chicks was cruel, but not unheard of—Wang Bo himself often ate lamb and veal.

But if they were just for roasting, how could they be kept so… pampered?

They weren’t in random cages—each chick had its own incubation tray, beautifully made and spotless. Earlier, the man knocked out by Uncle Bing looked like he’d been dedicated to caring for the chicks.

A thought flickered in Wang Bo’s mind.

“In that case,” he said, “send them to my chicken farm. Hopefully they grow up.”

As he spoke, he quietly observed the men’s expressions.

The scarf man remained calm—but the four burly men either sighed in relief or looked regretful.  Their reactions definitely weren’t normal for ordinary chickens.

Wang Bo pretended not to notice, took the group to the police station, locked them up, and had Atulu place the chicks in his office.

An hour later, Chief Smith arrived with his elite team. He sighed helplessly. “Wang, why do you always have so many cases here?”

Wang Bo shrugged. “Maybe they think I’m easy to bully?”

A police officer walked out after checking the scarf man and the others. “Boss, you need to see this. That guy looks like Archikins—the Treasure Pouch guy.”