On his way to the airport, Nie Zhao held his newly acquired military knife while listening to a phone call.
Liang Lisheng, in the passenger seat, was also on the phone, while several cell phones in the bodyguard's hands were ringing incessantly with incoming calls.
The key to success or failure in anything lies in people. Nie Zhao was also very fortunate that this collaboration went smoothly from the beginning because the client was an excellent and intelligent person.
The other party not only gifted his wife a military knife, but also several other miniature models of various new-generation weapons from China, saying they were for his son to play with.
Considering that they were all iron weights and might scratch A Yuan's delicate skin, Nie Zhao decided to leave the small models aside and lock them in the warehouse. However, the knife that the customer had given to his wife had caught Nie Zhao's attention from the very beginning.
When the guard gave it to him, he showed him the blade, but after the guard left, Nie Zhao couldn't pull the knife out. He didn't know what was wrong. He couldn't pull out the small dagger he kept at hand. So, while listening to the phone call, he handed the dagger to Liang Lisheng next to him and asked him to pull it out.
While listening to the phone, Liang Lisheng occasionally grunted in agreement. Seeing that his boss couldn't even pull out the knife, he found it amusing. He chuckled for a while before trying to draw it. When it didn't work the first time, he waved his hand and tried again with force, but it still didn't work.
Nie Zhao snorted coldly, took the knife and tried to pull it out himself, but he used too much force and not only failed to pull it out, but also elbowed Liang Lisheng in the nose. The two stared at each other in silence, then looked ahead at the Russian guy in the passenger seat.
Nie Zhao handed the dagger to Mao Zige, gesturing for him to draw it.
The Russian guy was strong and powerful, the kind of strong man who could lift a small car with his bare hands. But when he tried to pull it out, it wouldn't budge. So he gathered his strength and tried again. He pulled so hard that his elbow almost hit the driver, but he still couldn't pull it out.
It's just a knife. Could it be that the customer gave us a useless knife?
This was a gift for his wife, and Nie Zhao almost called his client.
Fortunately, the driver smiled and said, "Mr. Nie, this knife has a nickname, the Phoenix. You can't use brute force to draw it; you need to use technique. You can check the box; there should be an instruction manual inside."
The customer was probably not lying; this was indeed a knife that had been stored away for a long time, and the surface of the gift box was worn. Nie Zhao carefully examined the box but couldn't find the instruction manual. Could it be that the instruction manual had been lost?
But as long as the knife isn't broken, he can go home first and call the customer another day to ask how to remove the knife.
At this moment, he was listening to Nie Rong, Sir Ding, Sir Li and others rambling on and on.
Nie Rong certainly knew that the female bodyguard was Chen Rou, and Chen Rou was also a female bodyguard, but he would never tell outsiders. So, regarding what Sir Li and Sir Ding had said about Nie Zhao following his father's example and taking a second wife, he only mentioned it casually and focused on one point: "There must be a big shot in the police force colluding with Cheung Tze-keung. We have already contacted several district councilors and will immediately submit a bill requesting the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and the Inspectorate to take joint action to thoroughly investigate the entire police station. You'd better go see Inspector Gu as soon as you get back. The situation is urgent and cannot be delayed."
Nie Zhao ended the call with a soft "hmm" and was about to rummage through the box again when Liang Lisheng handed him the phone and whispered, "OC, Commissioner Liao."
Upon hearing Nie Zhao's greeting, Commissioner Liao immediately smiled and said, "Chairman Nie, regarding last night's events, we went to the Kowloon Police Station to investigate immediately after seeing the news this morning. The matter has been clarified. It was a police officer surnamed Huang who privately admired Cheung Tze-keung greatly, considering him a great hero and wanting to release him. So yesterday during the day, he secretly stole the key from Sergeant Liao using a soap mold, then made a mold and threw the new key into Cheung Tze-keung's house. As for whether the person on the street last night was Cheung Tze-keung himself, we are still investigating."
This sounds like a story where, after the scandal broke, the big boss went into hiding and pushed out a small fry to be the scapegoat.
Liang Lisheng sneered and cursed, "Despicable scoundrel."
Nie Zhao said softly, "Thank you for your trouble, Commissioner Liao, but where is that Inspector Huang being held?"
Commissioner Liao said, "Given his good attitude in admitting his guilt, there is currently no... what did you say...?"
There was a sound of footsteps on the other end of the phone, followed by Commissioner Liao saying, "I'm sorry, Chairman Nie, there's been a sudden accident. Inspector Huang jumped from the 13th floor. It seems he committed suicide out of guilt. I need to investigate immediately."
Nie Zhao responded with a simple "Mm," and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
Seeing him hang up the phone, Liang Lisheng sighed and said, "You reacted really quickly and cleaned things up really well. It's just a pity for that poor officer. I wonder if he has any parents, children, or family. How will he live from now on?"
Nie Zhao said, "It's alright. If he was willing to jump off a building, the big boss must have given him enough money."
Inspector Wong, a junior police officer and a pawn, was the one who gave Cheung Tze-keung the key last night. It was just a trivial matter, but unfortunately, it was photographed by paparazzi.
Even if it's being suppressed and hasn't been leaked to the media yet, since the incident has already happened, it must be addressed.
Compared to solving the problem itself, solving the problem of people is certainly easier.
It's truly tragic that Inspector Wong jumped to his death, but his family must have received money from him. So, while it's heartbreaking, this is the cold, materialistic reality, and those who are in it have to adapt.
The car had arrived at the airport and parked directly in front of the private jet that was about to take off.
The red carpet stretched towards the plane, and those waiting to see them off raised their hands, ready to shake hands and say goodbye.
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