Chapter 25 Iron Curtain

"According to the time calculation, the people from the Beifeng Group should have arrived at the police station. Because I called Beifeng Martial Arts School as soon as the incident happened, and then called the police."

"During this phone call, I emphasized one thing: I killed a fierce warrior by crushing him head-on."

"This sentence is very important, because it means that I am valuable to Beifeng Martial Arts School and Beifeng Financial Group."

"As for verifying the identity of the deceased, it is too easy for a consortium to do so."

Duan Jun opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Xia Lin again.

"Speaking of the legal issue, you know that the laws here are made by the consortium, right?"

"The various financial groups make up the upper echelons of this world. They divide up all the resources and power. For example, the reason your police station can operate, the reason you get paid, and the reason you were able to receive compulsory education when you were a child are all the result of funding from the financial groups."

"From birth to death, you can't escape the influence of the consortium."

Duan Jun was silent.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "The Beifeng Group is not strong enough."

"But it is also a consortium and a member of the Supreme Council."

Duan Jun slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Xia Lin's voice continued: "As the maker of the law, the consortium is above the law."

"And I am useful to the Beifeng Group, so if I want to escape legal sanctions, it will only take a word from the Beifeng Group."

"You said I killed five people... Well, I did kill five people. But so what? In Bei Feng's eyes, I killed a fierce warrior. I could help them fight and even win the fierce warrior competition. And those five people were just numbers, a group of nameless little people."

"No one cares about the life and death of the little people except you."

Xia Lin moved closer to Duan Jun with an expressionless face, and spoke almost face to face.

"In a few seconds, the old policeman will open the door and ask you to remove my handcuffs. Then I will leave here and follow the people from the Beifeng Consortium."

"I will have a good meal, a sumptuous meal that you may never have seen in your life, and then live in a large house of several hundred square meters, with a soft bed, well-decanted red wine, intoxicating incense, professional housekeepers, cooks, waiters, masseuses, and if I want, I can also find a few girls with different styles to spend the boring night."

"Not just today, but tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and every boring night in the future."

"And then..."

Before Xia Lin could finish speaking, the door of the room was opened.

Yang Dehai glanced at the two people in the room and said softly to Duan Jun, "Uncuff him."

Then he looked at Xia Lin: "You can go now."

Xia Lin's hand had already reached Duan Jun's eyes.

…

The latest model of the Tissot series luxury car was parked in front of the police station.

The car body is streamlined and all black like a black gem, elegant and majestic.

In front of the car, a man and two women stood quietly. The man was about 50 years old, with half-white hair but meticulously groomed. He was wearing a suit and white silk gloves, with a serious expression and a straight back, giving people a sense of professionalism and trustworthiness.

The two girls behind him each have their own characteristics.

A person was wearing a suit and glasses, with his hair tied up in a bun. The suit highlighted his slim figure, and the black stockings on his legs reflected the light under the lights.

The other person was wearing a maid outfit, petite and cute with a loli style, but the scale of the place was astonishing and astonishing.

——This was the scene Duan Jun saw when he walked out of the police station.

Then he saw Xia Lin stretching and walking forward. The housekeeper stepped sideways and respectfully opened the back door of the car. The two women helped Xia Lin into the car, as if Xia Lin was paralyzed and needed someone to take care of him closely.

Duan Jun thought about what he just said.

"If I want, I can find a few girls with different styles to help me through the boring night."

"Every boring night..."

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!”

Duan Jun punched the load-bearing column in front of the police station gate, smashing his hand until it bled profusely.

As the vehicle started, the rear window rolled down.

Xia Lin stuck his head out of the car window, and his other hand was already on the thigh of the woman in the suit.

He smiled and waved at Duan Jun with his other hand.

"Good night, child."

With a whoosh sound.

The car drove away, leaving Duan Jun alone in front of the police station, gritting his teeth.

Suddenly a voice sounded from the side.

It was Yang Dehai's voice.

"Then... he will sign an agreement with the North Wind Consortium."

"The content of the agreement is that he must fight a certain number of fierce martial arts competitions under Bei Feng."

The smoke wafted into his nose, along with the sound, causing Duan Jun to turn his head and look around.

Beside him, Yang Dehai lit a cigarette and smoked while looking in the direction where Xia Lin was going.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He looked calm and just continued.

"This agreement will specify how much money he will get if he wins a fight. He may even get shares in certain factories. Even if he loses, his family will receive subsidies from Beifeng."

"In short, no matter if he wins or loses, the amount of money he can get is a figure that you and I can never imagine in our lifetime."

Duan Jun gritted his teeth even harder, and he could even taste the rust in his mouth.

"But do you think this is a good thing?"

Yang Dehai turned his head and looked at Duan Jun. The inexplicable emotion in his eyes made Duan Jun's heart tremble.

"No, this is a contract of sale."

"Because the agreement also states that the consortium will choose his opponent for him and which level of fierce martial arts competition he will enter, but he himself does not have the right to choose."

"There are even private deals between financial groups, where the outcome of a fierce martial arts competition is decided off-site. Once this happens, he can only win if the financial group wants him to win, and he must lose if the financial group wants him to lose, or even die. Winning or losing has nothing to do with whether he can fight or not."

"He will die earlier and more miserably than you, or even me."

Yang Dehai put out his cigarette and snorted coldly.

"I know you can't stand him and his arrogance, but to be honest, you don't need to be angry with him."

"He is just a nobody, just one of the countless people in this city, under the Iron Curtain."

"He is just a commodity that can be measured with credit points. There is no difference between him and you, me, and those who died in his hands."

"The problem isn't with him either, at least not entirely."

"The problem lies with the rule makers at the highest level. They make the rules themselves but don't follow them, and what's more frightening is that no one can sanction or even check them."

"The law is meaningless!"

"You and I are like clowns!"

Yang Dehai's tone became heavier and heavier, with deep resentment flowing out of it, but soon he took a deep breath and laughed at himself.

Reaching out and patting Duan Jun on the shoulder, Yang Dehai pretended to be relaxed.

"Okay, don't think about these things. It's useless to think about them."

"Go home, have a good sleep, and forget all the bad things that happened today when you wake up the next day, just as if nothing happened."

After saying that, Yang Dehai turned around and left, but Duan Jun's voice sounded from behind Yang Dehai again.

"Is it always...always like this?"

After a long silence, a voice rang out: "Yes, it's always like this."

"Because this is the fierce city."

(End of this chapter)