Chen Rou stared at Nie Zhao in the mirror. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, he stood steadily with his hands in his pockets, showing no intention of getting off. So she reminded him, "Boss, the elevator doors are about to close."
Her tone was completely different from when she spoke to Song Yuanchao and Sam, and also completely different from when she was in bed that afternoon. Her eyes were fierce, as if she could throw an uppercut at any moment.
Nie Zhao deliberately turned to the side again, and Chen Rou followed suit, squeezing him into a corner. Not understanding his intentions, her eyes were a little blank, but her expression still carried that fierceness. Secretly, she even clenched her fists.
Judging that she was about to throw a punch, Nie Zhao said, "The car will be modified by tomorrow morning, let's go to the dock together to see it?"
Chen Rou said decisively, "Tomorrow I will be the main gunner, and Song Yuanchao will be my assistant. The shooting stand will be made according to my height. I am 170cm tall and weigh...52kg."
He added, "You can keep an eye on things, I need to practice my shooting, so I won't go."
Nie Zhao lives alone on the second floor, with Kuang Zai keeping him company. There's a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the corridor; that's the medicine Kuang Zai brewed to treat his hemorrhoids. Nie Zhao got out of the elevator and was about to say goodbye to his wife when he turned around. Just then, the elevator doors closed, and his wife was still standing there with her arms crossed, staring into the void.
He stood at the elevator entrance, sulking for a long time, and went back to his room to take a shower.
Chen Rou practiced shooting all day, and although her muscles ached all over, she was in a good mood.
After taking a shower and lying on the soft bed, she realized that being a special police officer was actually more enjoyable than being a rich wife.
Alright, time for bed. New tasks tomorrow.
The next morning, she and Song Yuanchao went to the shooting range as usual, while Nie Zhao took several other bodyguards to the Nie family's private dock in Victoria Harbour.
All the vehicles needed tonight are ready and awaiting his inspection.
There were four vehicles in total, including the one Liang Lisheng usually used; they were all white Pajeros.
However, only one vehicle was equipped with bulletproof steel plates, and that was the one Chen Rou was going to ride in tonight.
Nie Zhao pulled out a pistol and handed it to a bodyguard, then gestured for everyone to disperse and pointed at the bodyguard: "Fire a shot and see."
He wanted to test the car's bulletproof capabilities.
The bodyguard took the gun and was about to fire when Liang Lisheng got angry: "Ah Zhao, I'm driving the car. Do you think I would deliberately harm myself?"
He was short-tempered and rude, and always spoke bluntly. Seeing Nie Zhao frowning, he realized that his domineering attitude in front of outsiders might spoil the image of the newly appointed boss. So he softened his tone and said, "If the bullet damages the paint, it will need to be repainted. Let's not waste time."
Since he said he would drive the car, he must have put a lot of effort into the modifications, so Nie Zhao didn't say anything more.
It's weekday, and he has a lot of work to do at the company, so he should leave after he finishes looking at the cars.
Before leaving, he said to Liang Lisheng, "Uncle Liang, don't smoke tonight."
Liang Lisheng retorted, "Smoking doesn't affect my work, so why can't I smoke?"
“It won’t affect you, but it will affect Arou,” Nie Zhao said.
After a moment of silence, Liang Lisheng finally said, "Ah Zhao, even Chairman Han doesn't care if I smoke."
It's ridiculous. Even when Han Yuzhu was the chairman of the Nie family, she didn't forbid him from smoking. Why would Nie Zhao want to control even this?
Nie Zhao actually intervened, saying, "You can smoke in front of me, but not in front of Arou."
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As the sun sets and the city lights begin to twinkle, the city is ablaze with neon lights.
Inside the Wing Shing Martial Arts School in Tsim Sha Tsui, Yu Zhengrong, having just finished his boxing practice, went straight into the shower room to take a shower.
As he was rinsing, a muscular man with tattoos on both arms walked in, rinsed himself off, and bowed: "Mr. Yu!"
Yu Zhengrong abruptly turned off the tap, pulled off a bath towel, and asked casually, "Is Boss Xiang here?"
This heavily tattooed arm is none other than Xiang Tiange, the head of Tianyi Hall.
Rong Sheng Martial Arts School wasn't on his territory, but on Gui Tou Rong's territory. Besides, Inspector Yu was a heavyweight figure who could make the whole of Hong Kong tremble with a single stomp. So when Xiang Tiange saw him, he showed no bossy demeanor at all, but instead behaved like a little henchman, with his hands on his hips. He bowed and asked, "What are your orders, Inspector Yu?"
Yu Zhengrong handed him a bath towel, gesturing for him to wrap himself in it. After leaving the shower, he grabbed a T-shirt and shorts from the rack and put them on, then took out his glasses and put them on. Seeing Xiang Tiange standing behind him wrapped in a white bath towel, he smiled and asked, "Want to have a smoke together?"
Before Xiang Tiange could answer, he had already left the shower room and gone downstairs to the courtyard of the martial arts school.
Behind the martial arts school was a large area of unfinished buildings awaiting demolition, with no water or electricity. Upon entering the courtyard, they lit cigarettes. Yu Zhengrong was in front, and Xiang Tiange was behind. Each of them had a cigarette, and the two of them entered a pile of ruins, dark and unfinished buildings.
Just after they entered the ruins, two kilometers away, Liang Lisheng, in his Pajero, received a call from his informant. After hanging up, he turned around and said, "Arou, we have to go to the scene."
Chen Rou, who was behind, grunted and asked Liang Lisheng, "That's strange, Uncle Liang, why aren't you smoking today?"
Liang Lisheng didn't say anything, but just silently rolled his eyes.
"You're being considerate of me, aren't you? Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Liang. I really hate the smell of smoke," she said again.
Liang Lisheng said with a smile, "It wasn't hard at all. I quit smoking; I quit voluntarily."
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