Truly ruthless!
Seeing this scene, everyone knew the dog’s owner had arrived.
Yet this middle-aged woman was clearly no pushover. After wailing twice while clutching her dog, she marched over and grabbed Chen Jue, who still held the dart. “You must pay for my Da Bao! You must pay for him!”
“Da Bao is my child! He’s family to me!”
“How could you hurt him!” Her words stunned the crowd.
People had seen dog lovers before, but never someone regarding a dog as their own child. Clearly, they were two different species—how could she confuse their roles?
“Ma’am, please have some dignity! You are human, it’s a dog—how could it possibly be your child?”
“Did you give birth to it?” Chen Jue frowned, confronted with an eccentricity he’d never expected.
“I don’t care!”
“You killed my Da Bao! I want you to pay! I want you in jail!” The woman began acting out, causing a scene right where she stood.
But with so many witnesses present, everyone had seen her dog attack someone. No matter how shamelessly she behaved, it was useless.
An elderly man from the park, unable to watch any longer, stepped forward and scolded her, “You...! This young man helped you by killing the dog! Don’t be ungrateful!”
“Go check on that little child! Hurry and get him to the hospital—he was bitten terribly!”
“Is this the time to worry about your dog? Don’t you know that a human life is more important than a dog’s?”
This old man, likely a fiery sort in his youth, didn’t just scold; in the chaos, he pushed the middle-aged woman twice, hoping to knock some sense into her.
But to everyone’s surprise, the woman immediately went into a rage, shouting, “You old fool! Stay out of this! Did my Da Bao bite you?” Then, with a shove, she sent the old man tumbling to the ground.
Good heavens!
Now Chen Jue was dumbfounded.
The dog’s owner launching her tirade versus the old man lying helpless on the ground—two formidable contenders, now locked in an irresolvable loop amidst the chaos.
The old man, clever as ever, began wailing from the ground, “My bones are broken! Oh, my—”
The crowd watching erupted in anger, almost ready to swarm and teach the woman a lesson. But they didn’t get the chance; it was all just shouting and cursing.
Because the authorities had arrived.
A patrol car pulled up, and three police officers in uniform began dispersing the indignant crowd.
The lead officer activated the camera on his shoulder and first checked on the little boy, who was held tightly by his parent.
Seeing the boy’s severe injuries—his thigh covered in torn, bloody bite marks—the officer quickly radioed the station for an ambulance and backup.
Then he approached the middle-aged woman who was surrounded by the crowd. “You’re the dog’s owner? Do you know you’re required to keep your dog on a leash? Someone’s been hurt!”
The woman, seeing the authorities, became flustered. “I... I always keep him leashed! Just now, I let him play, he chased a frisbee and ran out of sight.”
“Officer, you came just in time! Arrest him! That man killed my Da Bao with a knife!” She tried to change the subject, pointing at Chen Jue and shouting.
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“Knife?”
The middle-aged officer was momentarily stunned, then looked warily at Chen Jue.
Just then, a younger officer, who had gone to inspect the dog’s corpse, called out, “Captain, the dog was killed by a dart! Look at its throat—it’s been pierced clean through!”
The officer hurried over to check. “Is this a martial arts dart? It’s that powerful?”
Rubbing his temples, he realized he was dealing with a tangled mess—dog bites, a dart killing the dog, an old man down, and a child injured. Such a complicated case was a first for him.
Thankfully, reinforcements from the district arrived within minutes, and the ambulance pulled up as well.
With a yellow-white police cordon strung up, a team of officers and detectives took control of the scene. Forensic specialists arrived to take photos and collect evidence.
The injured boy and the fallen old man were both placed in the ambulance and rushed to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment.
As for the dog’s owner, Chen Jue, and all others involved, they were taken to the local police station for questioning and to give statements.
How to proceed would be decided by the authorities.
...
In all his years, Chen Jue had never entered a police station for anything other than obtaining his ID card.
Sitting in the blue-and-white interview room, he held a cup of water and recounted the afternoon’s events truthfully to the questioning officer.
His darts had already been confiscated as evidence, sealed in a bag.
“A real feat! One dart killed such a large pit bull!”
“Trying to be a hero?”
“Seeing injustice, you took action—and then bought these restricted weapons online?”
The officer teased him a bit, then grew serious. “Do you know that illegal use of controlled knives is a crime?”
“I know! The seller said since the dart isn’t sharpened, it doesn’t count as a controlled knife.” Chen Jue replied nervously.
Before buying the darts, he’d researched online. If it were illegal, the marketplace wouldn’t allow it—the shop would be shut down.
“Not sharpened?”
The officer was surprised; he’d assumed Chen Jue used a sharp dart to kill the dog.
He picked up the evidence bag and examined the darts closely.
The silver edges were blunt, with no sharpness at all.
“Ahem—”
“Sorry, my mistake. Without a sharpened edge, it’s not considered a controlled knife.”
The officer chuckled awkwardly and eased his tone, curious, “Even an unsharpened dart could pierce such a thick dog’s throat. You look like a mild-mannered guy with glasses—I didn’t expect you to be a skilled amateur!”
“Have you practiced throwing darts before? Any registration record?”
These days, many special service and sports industries require registration. For example, locksmiths often have their phone numbers posted around communities; those locksmiths are considered special professionals.
Sports like darts, archery, shooting—all have risks for injury. Anyone participating long-term or working in such fields must register with the local authorities.
Hearing this, Chen Jue remembered that when he joined the Hangzhou International Darts Club, he’d filled out a registration form.
He explained his situation to the officer.
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A quick check in the system revealed the club’s registration information.
“With registration, there’s no problem!”
“You acted bravely for a just cause—just give your statement. You’ll probably be featured in the news; even Gold Eye 1818 might interview you.”
The officer reassured him, then added, “But practicing martial arts darts in a busy park is too dangerous. If you injure someone, it’ll be trouble! Best to train at a professional sports facility.”
Hearing this, Chen Jue felt a wave of relief.
As long as there’s no criminal record.
The Chen family, three generations up, had always kept their reputation spotless; he didn’t want a hobby to bring trouble, tarnishing the family name.
...
He asked about the little boy’s condition, and the officer patiently described the aftermath.
The boy bitten by the dog had already undergone emergency surgery at the hospital and was in stable condition.
As for the middle-aged woman, she had been criminally detained.
Her pit bull was a banned breed, and she hadn’t registered it—raising it in secret.
Moreover, letting it off leash to bite someone counted as intentionally allowing the dog to harm others.
This constituted intentional injury, a serious charge—at least up to three years in prison!
If it resulted in severe injury, the sentence could increase to three to ten years.
Hangzhou was currently hosting sports events, with the city in a festive spirit.
Such a dog attack was like a rat spoiling the soup.
Even if the dog owner’s family had connections and hired top lawyers, the sentence would likely be maximized.
Hearing this outcome, Chen Jue felt invigorated. “Wonderful!”
After finishing his statement and stepping outside the police station, the tension left his body, as if every pore were opening up.
At that moment, the panel popped up with a new prompt:
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[ding~]
[Successfully completed a practical dart sport, eliminating one large canine target.]
[Dart proficiency +100]
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[ding~]
[Completed a qualifying cerebral metabolic activity. Your mood and mental state have relaxed significantly.]
[Mental attribute +0.01]
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