Chapter 335 A Dirty Affection
"Aren't you asleep..." The sound of the curtains woke He Sang up and she opened her eyes.
Liang Chihui faced the moonlight, a faint outline, and asked, "Did I disturb you?"
He Sang was dazed and said, "Yeah."
He leaned over and gently pushed aside her long hair that was spread on the pillow. Like spring water in spring, her tenderness poured out of him.
"You snore."
He Sang shook his head, "I don't snore."
Liang Chihui laughed and said, "I'll record it for you next time."
She pursed her lips, "No."
There were rustling footsteps outside, and the sound of Liang Jishen's door closing heavily came from his room.
He Sang stroked the fur on the blanket with his index finger. Liang Chihui suddenly said, "How about we break it off?"
Hoarse and low, in the dark and empty night, there is a sense of negativity and loneliness.
"What do you mean by broken?"
Liang Chihui stared at the floor lamp beside the bed without saying a word.
He was tall and handsome, but at this moment he was shrouded in a boundless gloom.
He Sang curled up his legs, tucked back into the blanket, and lay straight. "I don't blame you."
"I know." He paused. "I blame myself."
"You were willing to transfer the underground bank in exchange for my safety. You don't have to blame yourself."
Liang Chihui was inexplicably amused, "You forgive me so easily."
"The most valuable thing for a businessman is money. Net worth symbolizes status and the right to speak. If you bet everything on it, I won't blame you."
His eyes were filled with smiles. "Is it just because of this?"
He Sang's grip tightened.
They looked at each other for a long time. He maintained that gentle and doting smile and kissed her forehead. She was stiff and motionless.
"good evening."
After Liang Chihui finished speaking, he left the guest room.
A burnt yellow lamplight was on in the corridor, and he leaned against it, feeling a bit burning.
He lit a cigarette, but didn't inhale it properly, which choked his lungs. He clenched his fist to cover his cough.
My chest was shaking as if a steel bar was inserted into it, causing unbearable pain and itching.
He knew that He Sang didn't want to break up and it had nothing to do with feelings.
She had gone through so much trouble to get to this point, and she just didn't want to give up.
Liang Chihui couldn't help but ask her, investigating him, scheming against him, bringing him down, in such a long process, was there a single second when she felt soft-hearted, wavered, or wanted to give up?
He didn't ask in the end.
He Sang's eyes were so stubborn and clear, how could he show mercy in the midst of such dirty emotions?
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On Tuesday morning, Liang Jishen went to the Municipal Bureau.
He Sang's Porsche was parked in the Public Security Compound. The forensic doctor collected fingerprints from the steering wheel, and they belonged to Shouhouer.
The dashcam was turned off and no information of the hijacking was recorded.
Zhao Kai walked out of the interrogation room with a bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks. Liang Jishen was sitting on a bench, closing his eyes and resting.
"You stayed up all night?" Zhao Kai nudged him with his elbow. "You've been suspended, haven't you? What have you been busy with?"
"Fake suspension, real overtime." He rubbed his cheeks and sobered up a bit. "How should I deal with this?"
"The person who stole the hunting rifle from the hunting grounds was Big Flower Arm, and the one who led the group fight was Skinny Monkey. We've already communicated with the Thai authorities. Big Flower Arm will be punished criminally, while Skinny Monkey's crime is minor. He will be detained for 15 days and fined 1,000 yuan. Your second brother is unharmed, which is amazing. He beat Skinny Monkey badly, so 15 days of detention is the maximum punishment."
Zhao Kai slurped his fried dough sticks. "Duan Zhiguo has paid his fine. I've applied to the provincial government to ban him from entering the country. I'll try to get it approved. Don't worry about He Sang."
The result actually met Liang Jishen's expectations.
It is impossible to detain Duan Zhiguo unless there is a serious threat such as murder, smuggling, and trafficking. He is quite prestigious in Thailand and is a well-known local tyrant and wealthy businessman. Without solid evidence and an assessment of the victim's injuries, it is impossible to negotiate with the Thai police.
"Tong Da is staying at the Convenient Hotel in the East District, Room 306. Across the window is Master Wang's mung bean cake. I've arranged for plainclothes officers to monitor him 24 hours a day."
The cold light in Liang Jishen's eyes flashed and disappeared, "Who did he meet?"
"She slept in the house and ate takeout. Aside from the housekeeping staff, I didn't see anyone else." Zhao Kai was also puzzled. "I guess Tong Da didn't contact Ni Hong."
"Is anyone monitoring Ni Hong?"
Zhao Kai was confused. "Why should I monitor her? I have a lot of cases and not enough police force. It's Tong Da who's in contact with her anyway, so why don't I monitor her?"
Liang Jishen was helpless. He opened his mouth, then swallowed. After a while, he glanced at him and said, "Send a few trainee police officers from the district bureau to monitor Ni Hong. I suspect she's taking action."
Zhao Kai put down his bowl, went to the office to make arrangements, and came back after finishing the arrangements.
"Song He was discharged from the hospital. Her mother had a reunion dinner with her in the ward and was then taken back into custody."
Liang Jishen said nothing.
As he emerged from the Municipal Bureau, Duan Zhiguo caught up with him and offered him a cigarette. "Prosecutor Liang, I've cooperated with what I should have done. Is this all over now?"
He pushed away the hand offering the cigarette, "Are you afraid that I'll cause trouble for you in Thailand?"
Duan Zhiguo chuckled, "To be honest, I'm not afraid of Liang Chihui. No matter how powerful he is, will the police buy into his claims? You're different. A single phone call from you has real consequences for Director Zhao."
Liang Jishen stood on the steps, putting on his suit. "You have three days to leave the country. Behave yourself in Ji Province. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Duan Zhiguo politely opened the car door. "We'll stay out of each other's way and never meet again."
Liang Jishen was too lazy to pay attention to him and ordered Cheng Xun to rush back to China Overseas Group.
The Hongqi L5 turned a corner and exited the street. Duan Zhiguo spat on the ground with a ferocious expression, "What the hell?"
"Is there any way to rescue him?" The butler was at a loss. "It would be bad if he fell into the hands of anyone, but Liang Jishen. The people on his ship are all ruthless and impartial, and they can't be bribed."
"Bribe! They're just two thugs. I have plenty of them in Southeast Asia." Duan Zhiguo said arrogantly, but in fact his heart was bleeding.
Big Flower Arm and Skinny Monkey are the big celebrities around him. They have always been responsible for the business in Malaysia. Liang Jishen has cut off his wings this time. He has no capable backbone to fill the vacancy. The business line will stagnate and the loss will be huge.
"You bastard!"
Duan Zhiguo gritted his teeth and got into the car.
Passing Liulin Road, he felt a chill down his spine.
This piece of land is the old site of a university town. It has been abandoned and has no developers to take over. It is sparsely populated. Today, three cars followed it slowly, forming an encirclement formation.
Duan Zhiguo is an old hand and became alert instantly.
"Fuck it—Liang Chihui is playing dirty tricks." He looked around and said, "Turn around!"
As expected by the other party, he drifted quickly and blocked the way.
The leader was a short, muscular man, just over 5 feet 4 inches tall. He was a retired provincial weightlifter. His daughter had been abducted and trafficked by a Cambodian gang. Liang Chihui had used his connections to block the provincial highway and dispatched Thai gangs to intercept the traffickers outside the border, thus completely wiping out the traffickers. This was why he was completely loyal to Liang Chihui.
The short man drove a metal truck and crashed into Duan Zhiguo's Land Rover, and the two sides fought on the mountain road in Taigongguan.
Duan Zhiguo's bodyguards were once royal mercenaries. They had extraordinary kung fu skills and fought extremely fiercely.
Liang Chihui instructed the short man in advance to fight hard without regard for the consequences, and if he became disabled, he would support the whole family.
Duan Zhiguo had concerns, after all, it was not his territory, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
The short man swung a baseball bat at Duan Zhiguo's head, and with one hit, blood splattered everywhere.
Liang Chihui leaned against the car, holding a cigarette in his mouth, watching the scene with a horrified expression.
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