Urban Leisure: Returning to University as a Model Student

Chapter 6 Hygiene Enforcers

“Brother, wouldn’t going back to university be a lot better for you? Why stick around in a security company, wasting your time?”

Chen Jiapei grumbled as they drove home. Earlier, when her brother’s coworkers had helped load her luggage into the van, she’d caught the distinct clink of metal from the trunk. Curious, she peeked in and thought she saw the handle of a chainsaw sticking out.

My brother’s security company doesn’t seem all that… legitimate, she thought. Determined, she decided this was the perfect time to make sure her brother stuck to the plan of returning to university. And if she couldn’t manage to convince him herself, their father certainly could.

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Look at you talking like that,” Chen Jiahua replied nonchalantly. “I’m earning 4,000 yuan a month, and I don’t even spend it all. Plus, isn’t this also a way of serving the people? What’s wrong with working for a security company? Last year, when the Asian Games were held in Jiajing City, the city government hired our company for support.”

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Wait, what? The Asian Games’ security work was outsourced to private companies?” Jiapei asked, her tone tinged with disbelief.

That explained the four or five tickets to the Games her brother had brought home last year. Unfortunately, she’d been too busy with her senior year of high school to attend.

“Brother Hua’s absolutely right,” Wei Sanpang chimed in from the driver’s seat, grinning. “Our company’s not some third-rate operation. We’ve got a wide range of business.”

What he didn’t mention, however, was the real reason their company had been brought in. Following two gruesome dismemberment cases at Jialing University and the chaos caused by unruly foreigners in the city, Jiajing’s police force had been spread too thin. Questions had arisen about whether the Asian Games could even be held as scheduled, leading to an urgent need for private support.

The train station, located in Xihu District, was quite a distance from Shuangye Town in Changming District, where Chen Jiahua’s family home was, so the drive took a while.

Though not much of a talker, Wei Sanpang occasionally chimed in with a few words about work. Jiapei, on the other hand, seemed full of energy despite her recent work as a tour guide and interpreter at a tourist town. She was busy peppering her brother with questions.

“So, Brother, have you secured all the connections you need to get your re-enrollment processed?”

“Of course! Remember that time I helped an old lady who fainted near Rongda Square in Changming? Guess what?”

“What? Don’t tell me she tried to scam you! Why haven’t I heard this story before?” Jiapei teased.

“You little brat! Always thinking the worst of people. Let me tell you, my plan to re-enroll might just depend on her. I even called her before picking you up today. She invited me over for dinner this weekend.”

“Really? That’s great, Brother!” Jiapei clapped her hands, visibly excited.

“But let’s talk about something serious,” Chen Jiahua added, his tone turning a little more pragmatic. “Are you planning to live off-campus? If so, you’ll need to cover the rent yourself.”

He spoke like a true older brother, insisting on clear financial boundaries. Though the decision to live off-campus wasn’t set in stone, it was worth discussing. After all, his perpetually tight budget couldn’t take another hit.

“Ugh, we’ll figure that out later,” Jiapei sighed. “There’s still some time before the semester starts. I’ll think about picking up another part-time job. Oh, by the way, what happened with those thugs today? I didn’t see Brother Yun get in the car.”

At the mention of the thugs, Wei Sanpang chuckled from the driver’s seat. “Oh, those punks? According to Brother Hua, they were dealt with using a healthy dose of socialist love and harmony. I’m sure they’ll turn over a new leaf and become model citizens in no time.”

“Really?” Jiapei looked skeptically at her brother. But Chen Jiahua, now leaning back against the seat, had already fallen fast asleep.

Sighing, she glanced out the window. For years, her relatives and neighbors had mocked their family because of her brother’s job at the security company. Yet, his coworkers were surprisingly decent people. As the saying went, birds of a feather flock together. Among them, Ye Yun stood out as her brother’s closest friend and frequent visitor to their home.

But soon, her brother would be back at Jiajing University—a place where every student was a beacon of excellence. No one could look down on him anymore.

“Sleep well, Brother,” Jiapei murmured. Before long, she too drifted off, leaning against his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Hyena was in a dimly lit room, standing over a group of men writhing on the floor, begging for mercy.

“I told you not to run, didn’t I?” he said coldly, his voice laced with menace. “But you just wouldn’t listen. Guess what? Now you’re all going to lose a leg.”

Earlier, when Ye Yun had let the car leave, the thugs had made a run for it. Ye Yun didn’t bother chasing them. Instead, he calmly pulled out his phone and made a call.

Within four hours, the group of thugs had been rounded up and brought back.

Hyena, his face marked with several scars that made him look as menacing as his name suggested, loomed over them. His presence alone was terrifying, and when he spoke, the men practically froze with fear.

When he announced that they might lose a leg, the thugs collapsed to the floor, sobbing and pleading for their lives.

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You scum,” Hyena spat. “Trying to harass a woman and thinking you’d get away with it? Here are your options: leave a leg behind, or we’ll tie you to the back of a van and drag you at 60 kilometers an hour until your legs are nothing but bones.”

He waved his hand, and his men grabbed the terrified thugs, placing them on separate desks. One of them fetched a chainsaw from the nearby warehouse.

The chainsaw—a lightweight, fuel-efficient model from a U.S. forestry equipment manufacturer—was infamous for its reliability. Its blade roared to life with a deafening growl, sending the thugs into a frenzy of panic.

One of Hyena’s men grinned and jeered, “Boss, this one just wet himself. Should we make him clean it up with his tongue?”

Before they could proceed, Hyena’s phone rang. His brow furrowed briefly, but he quickly answered.

After a short conversation, he hung up and turned back to the group.

“Looks like today’s your lucky day. The boss says to let you off—for now. But here’s the deal: you’re all going to clean the West Station square for the next three months. Be there by 6 a.m. every morning, and don’t leave until 11 p.m. And the place better be spotless—if I find a single scrap of litter or catch you slacking off, you’ll be spending the rest of your lives in wheelchairs. Got it?”

The thugs, who moments ago had been on the brink of despair, felt like they’d just been handed a miracle. They frantically nodded, bowing and scraping.

“Thank you, Boss! Thank you, everyone! We promise to do a perfect job—no slacking at all!”

Hyena sneered, but his tone softened just enough to make the thugs believe they’d escaped certain doom. For now.