In the city building, several people were running around in a hurry.

"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

A young lady in black stockings walked into the office. The office looked very simple, with a plaque hanging in the middle that read "Serving the Country and the People".

The man sitting on the black chair was Mr. Hu, about 35 years old, wearing a pair of glasses. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary person, but when he raised his head, his eyes gave people a sense of oppression.

"Mr. Hu, I just received news that a murder occurred at the coal mine. Seven people were shot and killed, and the murderer has not been found."

After hearing this, Mr. Hu said, "Ask Cheng Lihua to come over."

"Yes." The girl in black stockings bowed slightly, her chest was snow-white and bottomless.

Soon, a man in a suit walked in, Cheng Lihua, the richest man in Feng City, but that was before, now he is Mr. Hu’s right arm.

"You should have heard about the situation at the coal mine." Mr. Hu stood up and stood by the window, looking at the closed city.

"At that time I suggested that guns should not be distributed, otherwise something would definitely happen." Cheng Lihua said with displeasure. Now seven people are dead, and in the future there will be eight or ten.

"I heard that guns have been leaked on the black market?" Mr. Hu whispered.

Cheng Lihua immediately denied it: "What does this have to do with me? I don't even know."

"As long as there is profit, there will be people who will take risks to do it. I will not let anyone go in this so-called black market. And the murderer in the coal mine must be caught. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will shoot him in front of everyone!"

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

After Cheng Lihua left, Mr. Hu rubbed his nose bridge. God blesses the closed city and will not allow any cancer to exist!