Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1657 - 903: Getting Shot Down Everywhere (Part 2)

Gazing northward, Captain Zhou beheld brilliant sunlight gleaming over the shallow shoals, waves twinkling brightly, dense green vegetation thriving, and flocks of mallards soaring overhead—a vivid scene of untouched natural beauty.

Mrs. Chen couldn’t resist grumbling: “Where’d this barbed wire come from? Xiao Zhou, get it cut open!”

Captain Zhou turned her down flat: “No cutting it.”

Mrs. Chen was on the verge of questioning further when a squad of security guards in uniforms strode up. Spotting Captain Zhou, they showed no intimidation and standardly demanded, “No entry without proper papers.”

Spotting them, Mrs. Chen bellowed: “A stray dog bolted inside—we’re heading in to nab it!”

The security guard’s voice stayed rigid as he barked: “This is the Evergreen Liquid ecological park, vital to all of Yuzhou, the industrial makeup of An Province, and the nation itself. It’s a major long-term project; you think you can just waltz in?”

“Get out now, or we’ll use force!” The guards carried standard electric batons, and even their leader sported a holstered gun on his thigh.

Captain Zhou’s pupils contracted sharply; he recognized the gun model as superior to his own. Gear like that wasn’t issued to ordinary private security firms—only elite outfits in military, finance, research, or special transport got it.

Yet given Evergreen Liquid’s huge role right now, it made perfect sense.

Captain Zhou stated: “Apologies for the trouble.”

He signaled his men: “We’re leaving.”

Turning on his heel, he departed without delay.

Mrs. Chen eyed the large black dog beyond the netting; right then, resentment burned like that fence, trapping the dog inside while she stayed out.

Reluctance surged within her as she demanded: “Why’s a dog allowed in?”

The guard shot her an icy glare: “Be my guest and try!”

Meeting his stare, Mrs. Chen felt a cold shiver creep up her spine.

She was well aware of Evergreen Liquid’s massive clout in Yuzhou—their duo of products exploding worldwide, impossible to duplicate. Word was they partnered with Ke Da in An City, drawing top-tier talent with breakthrough research.

Captain Zhou and Mrs. Chen drove off together.

The head guard loosened up once they were gone, tension fading; he glanced at a team member and remarked: “Okay, Jiang Gui, they’re out—chill out!”

Jiang Gui quickly replied: “Worried they’d slip past.”

He’d once hauled cement and cut wheat, then got pulled into the firm by Jiang Ning’s dad, landing premium pay.

One strict rule though: if any outsider breached the wire fence on their watch, the whole squad got canned. To stop internal leaks, besides dedicated inspectors, any guard reporting a breach anonymously got 100,000 yuan verified reward.

The squad leader assured: “Ease up—no one’s ever broken in yet.”

…

During the drive home, Mrs. Chen finally lost her patience.

“Listen, Xiao Zhou, we’ve dashed around endlessly, rallied folks, deployed police dogs, got zilch, the dog’s vanished for good—think we’ll ever snag it?”

“Are you even fit for this job?” Mrs. Chen unleashed her fury, lecturing from on high.

Captain Zhou’s mood had soured already, and now this tongue-lashing hit him.

Just over thirty, he’d earned second-class merit, currently captaining a municipal public security brigade at section-chief rank, prospects shining bright.

Folks might dismiss section-chief as small potatoes, but county police chiefs held that rank too—real local elite.

Director Han outranked him, sure, but Mrs. Chen’s dad had muscled him up pre-retirement.

Quick leaps aren’t true speed; steady climbs win out. Flash-in-pan rises often stall forever—Captain Zhou knew plenty such tales.

And today, Mrs. Chen had him chasing dogs like one?

Who did she think she was?

Irritated, Captain Zhou snapped: “Truth is, I’m not up to this gig—tell Director Han to grab a sharper guy!”

Director Han rushed in: “Captain Zhou, hold on, I’ll treat you to dinner tonight...”

Captain Zhou dismissed it: “No thanks.”

The cop cars sped off without looking back.

“Ridiculous!” Mrs. Chen’s face flushed purple with rage.

Director Han drove on quietly, Han Chen mute in the front seat, seething inwardly—how could one mutt prove so elusive?

Noticing their route, Mrs. Chen exploded: “Still heading to the riverbank? Haven’t we lost enough face?”

Director Han let her rant a bit, then noted: “For dinner.”

He craved that mushroom soup fiercely but hadn’t tasted it yet.

Hearing “mushroom soup,” Mrs. Chen’s stomach growled too—she’d barely eaten before, and the drama had starved her more.

The brown Cayenne pulled up west of the bungalow; Mrs. Chen wore a stormy scowl.

Xue Yuantong stirred the pot gleefully: “Oh oh oh, Auntie, where’s my little Ben!?”

Xue Chuchu mused: ‘Chaos merchant.’

Mrs. Chen balled her fists, stalking ahead in fuming silence.

Zhang Ruyun abruptly piped up: “Is my Ba Wang okay?”

Not just Ba Wang—everyone was unscathed.

Xue Chuchu had figured Mrs. Chen would pull strings to lock up Jiang Ning and crew on the sly, but it all fizzled out.

…

Starving Director Han and family returned to the countryside tourist spot.

Director Han inquired: “Xiao Yang, mushroom soup ready?”

Yang Fei spotted their comeback and promptly offered: “I’ll whip it up fresh—give me fifteen minutes!”

The moment he opened his mouth, Mrs. Chen erupted, blasting: “What’s your deal? I told you to cook forever ago—why drag your feet? If you can’t hack it, just close shop!”

Stung by the harsh words, Yang Fei frowned: “You all bailed earlier; didn’t figure you’d circle back. Starting now—hang tight.”