Chapter 14 Meeting

When Huang Liang found out that Lin Jianyan was moving away, he lowered his head slightly and was no longer happy. The two looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

You are in your twenties, why are you still as childish as a kid?

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the two of them didn't say anything more to him. They just said "goodbye" to him and passed him by.

After they walked some distance away, Huang Liang raised his head in a daze and looked at their backs, tears instantly bursting out uncontrollably.

"Woo woo woo, Yanzi——"

The two younger brothers who were hiding nearby saw them leave and hurried out. Unexpectedly, they saw their eldest brother crying.

Little brother number one patted Huang Liang on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't cry. There are many better women in the world. Why do you have to love only one flower?"

Huang Liang wiped the snot that was about to flow into his mouth, "Wuwuwu, you are talking without any pain in your waist. I am heartbroken, not you, so of course you are not sad!"

The second brother scratched his head in confusion: "Brother, when have you ever been in love? Isn't it unrequited love?"

Little Brother No. 1: “…” If you can’t speak, don’t speak.

Huang Liang stopped crying, looked at him expressionlessly, and punched him, "...get out."

Little brother number two: “…Oh.” He then said, “My mom is making fish ball noodles today, do you still want to eat it?”

"..." Huang Liang wiped away his tears: "Eat."

…

In a spacious but slightly dull private study, Huang Jinhai stood abruptly like a volcano about to erupt. His face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead bulged like winding little snakes.

His bulging belly rose and fell slightly with his heavy breathing, as if hiding a ball of anger that could explode at any time. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes were emitting angry flames that seemed to be able to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

"What's going on?" Huang Jinhai's voice exploded like thunder, and the whole room seemed to tremble slightly in this roar. He waved his arms, pointed at the crumpled newspaper in front of him, and spitted at the people below:

"Didn't I ask you to lead Qin Wu into a bad situation and bring him dirt? Why did you make Wang Biao's matter bigger? What are you doing? You piece of shit!"

It stands to reason that the news wouldn't be able to get out that quickly if the interview was conducted in the morning. Even if the newspaper worked overtime, it would be published the next morning at the earliest. But for those who have some influence like them, it is easy to get some news in advance.

The people around were silent, not daring to make a sound, for fear that they would get burned if they were not careful.

"Boss Huang, it's not that I didn't pay attention. It's that Qin Wu and his friends were too cunning, and his mistress was not a pushover either. They just talked me out of it with a few words."

The male reporter was indeed his man. His image was not very good now. His arm was in a plaster cast, with a bandage around his neck, and his face was bruised and swollen, not to mention the parts covered by his clothes.

"Look at me. I was put in a sack and beaten for no apparent reason. I guess they must have ordered it. I spent all the money you gave me on the hospital. I really lost both my wife and my army!"

Huang Jinhai's face flushed red, and he sat down on the chair behind him, "Great, great Qin Wu, great Lin Jianyan! And that damn Wang Biao, he's not good at doing anything, but always makes trouble!"

He didn't have much friendship for Wang Biao, but Wang Biao was a capable man who had given him a lot of money over the years. He felt a little reluctant to let this piece of his flesh be suddenly bitten off.

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly pointed at someone and said, "You, go and ask Lin Jianyan out, ask him what his conditions are, and try to get him to sign the settlement agreement."

The man he was referring to was Wang Biao's nominal boss, the so-called second in command of the gang, named Zhou Yi. Although his name sounded righteous, he was not a good person. He was even worse than Wang Biao.

In fact, he had been instigated by Huang Jinhai to serve as his spy. It was he who reported Wang Biao's arrest in the morning, so he was able to send that useless reporter to divert attention in time. Unexpectedly, he failed to accomplish anything and instead caused more trouble than good. He was completely useless.

"Yes!" Zhou Yi bowed to Huang Jinhai, stood up and patted his chest to assure, "Brother, don't worry, he's just a gigolo. If you scare him, I guarantee he will agree to a settlement."

Huang Jinhai didn't think so. "That guy is probably a little smart, but he won't cause any big problems. The one you should be most wary of is Qin Wu behind him. He is not someone you can easily mess with."

Zhou Yi didn't take it seriously in his heart. He thought Qin Wu was just a prostitute. He wouldn't lose face for a little lover.

But since Huang Jinhai had said so, he had to give him some face, so he nodded seriously on the surface as if he had heard it, "Yes, big brother! I'll go then."

Huang Jinhai closed his eyes and waved to him.

Huang Jinhai rested for a while, and a look of fatigue appeared on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes, and there seemed to be endless meaning hidden in his eyes. He waved his hand lightly, and two big men came out from behind.

The two men spontaneously grabbed the male reporter, who was shocked and angry. He struggled but to no avail. "Boss Huang! What do you mean by this? I have done something for you. How can you just abandon me after I have done my job?"

Huang Jinhai just smiled calmly, "I only believe that the words of the dead are the most serious." This sentence echoed in the air, with a chilling determination. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he didn't care about the passing of life. In his world, it seemed that only absolute control and the protection of secrets were the most important.

The male reporter struggled with a face full of annoyance, "Boss Huang, please let me go! I promise! I promise I won't say a single extra word!"

The two big men saw Huang Jinhai nodded at them expressionlessly, ignored his pleas for mercy, and dragged the male reporter away mercilessly. Their figures gradually disappeared in the room, leaving behind only a heart-wrenching silence.

Huang Jinhai rubbed his brows tiredly and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Yes, big brother." Several of his confidants who were sitting next to him stood up, bowed solemnly, and walked out.

Huang Jinhai sat in silence in the study for a long time, his head lowered. The light from the ceiling was dim, and his expression could not be seen in the interweaving shadows.

Suddenly, as if unable to suppress his anger, he swept the scattered items on the table to the ground:

"Damn Qin Wu! Why do you always go against me!"

…

At the same time, a meeting was also being held at the Police Headquarters.

The atmosphere in the meeting room of the Police Force is solemn and serious. Sunlight shines through the tall windows onto the clean meeting table. A group of police officers in neat uniforms sit around the table.

The top officer of the Police Department, Guo Juntao, knocked on the table, his face expressionless, his eyes hiding the calm before the storm, "Everyone, a call just came in through layers of procedures to the deputy director. Who do you think the call was from?"

The following discussion immediately broke out:

"Who is this? How can he have such great power?"

"Who else could it be? The number of people who have the ability and power to do this can be counted on one hand. Just guess among them."

"I guess it should be..." The man pointed upwards, and the people next to him were so scared that they quickly pressed his hand down.

"Don't say that casually. The guy above is so petty. If he finds out, he'll make things difficult for you."

"You are quite bold in what you say."

Guo Juntao looked at the undisciplined and chaotic people below, and a surge of anger surged in his heart. He slapped the table hard, and the crisp sound exploded in the room like thunder. Everyone was startled by the sudden sound, and they immediately quieted down, and all their eyes turned to Guo Taofeng.

Guo Juntao's face was stern, and his tone was filled with anger. "Don't guess. You can't guess it because the person who called was a police chief from Wanshui Lane!"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise and confusion, wondering how a small sheriff could cause such a big commotion.

Then I heard Brother Yi talking again, "Whose territory does Wan Shui Lane belong to? And who does Liu Aqiang belong to? Speak up!"

When someone below heard the name, he was stunned for a moment. The brief pause seemed to have stopped time. A bad premonition hung over his heart like a dark cloud. A trace of panic flashed across his eyes, and beads of sweat seemed to appear on his forehead.

Seeing that the elder brother was determined to find this person, he had no choice but to raise his hand tremblingly, "Sir, it's me..."