HLM – Chapter 112 Officer Wang Is Not to Be Offended

Wang Bo swiftly drew his pistol from the back of his waist. With a flick of his arm, he pressed the barrel against the thug’s chin and said arrogantly, “Shut the f*ck up. Did I give you permission to speak?!”

Although the Glock is often teased for being small and called a “ladies’ gun,” it’s actually very well-known for its high accuracy and power. When the dark muzzle pointed at the thug, he immediately raised both hands in surrender.

The other thugs were visibly shaken. They gasped and stepped back, and someone shouted, “Sh*t, are you crazy?! Are cops even allowed to threaten people with guns?! Film this! Get it on camera!”

Wang Bo sneered, “Put away your f*cking phones. I could shoot you all right now and walk away clean, got it? Do you know whose land you’re standing on? Mine! I’m not a cop right now—I’m the owner defending my home!”

Like in many Western countries, New Zealand upholds the inviolability of private property. If someone maliciously trespasses onto someone else’s land or home, the owner has the right to use force.

This was where Wang Bo had the upper hand. Apart from public roads and areas like the gas station that had been leased out, the rest of the town’s land was his private property. If conflict arose, he had every legal right to act.

From the front of the car, little Hani’s face lit up with excitement. He whistled like a cowboy and yelled, “Cool!”

The thugs surrounding Barbara clearly weren’t good people. Charlie had said they were enforcers for a casino, but Wang Bo wasn’t afraid of them.

He knew they wouldn’t be carrying guns. If they were stopped by police while armed, they’d be looking at serious prison time. So if they didn’t have guns—what was there to be afraid of?

Faced with Wang Bo’s pistol, the thugs with fierce expressions didn’t dare make a move. They could only glare at him with venomous, resentful eyes.

Wang Bo couldn’t care less. He spat on the ground with disdain and sneered, “Glare all you want. I love seeing that angry-but-helpless look on your faces.”

Bowen laughed, and Commander shouted, “Yeah, you morons—get lost!”

The lead thug raised his hands and said coldly, “Fine, Sheriff. I admit, you’re tough. But we’re here to collect a debt—”

“Shut it! You don’t understand human language?” Wang Bo snapped, cutting him off. “From now on, you don’t speak unless I give you permission. Now, get back to the road—get off my damn land!”

Though clearly furious, the enforcers had no choice but to get in their cars and back off to the road. Once again, private property was sacred and untouchable.

Wang Bo’s actions were aggressive, but not illegal. Under New Zealand law, the only thing those thugs could do now was call the police and file a lawsuit—let a judge decide.

Of course, if they really went that route, they’d be out of a job. If the courts and police could resolve everything, who would need muscle?

As the two cars drove off, the onlookers applauded. The little delinquent Hani even high-fived Bowen, shouting excitedly, “That was awesome! Mayor, you’re my idol!”

Wang Bo ignored him. He holstered his gun and turned to Barbara, asking, “Let’s talk inside. What’s going on here?”

Inside the house, Barbara’s husband was sitting on the sofa, holding their two children. His face was full of dejection, lacking any trace of masculine pride or resolve.

Zhuang Ding (the mastiff) followed them in. The two children, who had looked tense before, instantly perked up when they saw it. They wriggled out of their father’s arms and ran off to play with it.

Zhuang Ding looked deeply troubled—it was already regretting coming inside.

Through Barbara’s explanation, Wang Bo pieced together what had happened.

Just as Charlie had guessed, these men were casino enforcers, here to collect a debt. Barbara’s husband, Anderson Cage, was a drug addict and had racked up gambling debts in Sky City. They had moved to the remote Sunset Town to escape the casino’s debt collectors.

Unfortunately, no place in the world is a true haven. Sooner or later, trouble found its way.

Wang Bo asked, “How much do you owe, exactly?”

Barbara took a deep breath and said, “A hundred thousand.”

“That’s not too much.”

“But Anderson didn’t tell me in time. By the time I found out, six months had already passed. Now… they’re demanding 850,000.”

“Sh*t!” Wang Bo couldn’t help swearing. The casino’s loan sharking was beyond terrifying—worse than a mortgage.

As the mayor, it was his duty to help when townsfolk got into trouble. So he said, “Alright, I’ll go have a talk with those guys. Wait here for news.”

Anderson tried to stop him and gave a bitter smile. “Mayor, this isn’t your problem…”

Wang Bo shrugged. “Maybe not. But I am the mayor.”

A boss who doesn’t protect his people is no good—that was a principle Wang Bo had learned over years in the workplace.

He walked up the road and found the enforcers. “Alright, I’ve figured things out. My people owe you a hundred thousand, is that right?”

The thugs stood with their arms crossed, glaring coldly. None of them answered.

Wang Bo smiled and continued, “A debt should be repaid, a murder should be avenged. That’s only fair. I won’t cover for them. I’ll make sure the debt is paid.”

The lead enforcer finally spoke, grinding his teeth: “F*ck your hundred thousand! It’s nine hundred thousand, got it?! Nine hundred thousand!”

Wang Bo said calmly, “Loan sharking is illegal.”

The thugs burst into raucous laughter. “Hahaha, that’s rich!”

The leader grinned viciously and leaned forward to show the tattoos on his chest. He growled, “You wanna talk law with us? Fine. Then watch your houses—don’t let them catch fire in the night. And watch your kids—”

Before he could finish, Wang Bo suddenly lunged forward!

He yanked the thug close and slapped a pair of handcuffs on him with a crisp click. “Threatening a police officer and obstructing justice? Mm-hmm. See you in court!”

No matter the country, police officers—as enforcers of the law—are sacrosanct.

When Wang Bo cuffed their man, the other enforcers exploded in anger. They surged forward instinctively—but Zhuang Ding pounced ahead of them, roaring at full volume: “Woof woof woof! Awoo! Woof woof woof!”

Bowen rushed over and stood behind Wang Bo, glaring threateningly at the thugs. If anyone dared move, they were ready to throw down.

An unfamiliar middle-aged man also stepped forward. He was likely a new resident—tall and heavily muscled, with a full beard and the presence of a lion.

Wang Bo handed the cuffed enforcer to Bowen, then pointed at the others. “Stop embarrassing yourselves with your stupidity. Call your boss. This is way beyond the pay grade of errand boys like you.”

The leader screamed, “Morris! Call headquarters! Get the lawyers out here! Let them handle this blue-uniformed son of a—”

Before he could finish, Juan slapped him hard across the face and shouted, “Idiot! You’re a criminal—start acting like one! Keep insulting the officer, and I swear you’ll regret ever being born!”