Zhang Cheng parked his car in a dark spot opposite the municipal government building and quietly watched the firelight that illuminated half the sky in the direction of the guesthouse.
He grabbed a spare bottle of mineral water from the car and poured most of it over himself.
Then, looking in the rearview mirror, he fiercely tore open his expensive suit jacket, revealing the white shirt underneath.
After doing all this, he took a deep breath.
The composed calm on his face was instantly replaced by extreme fear and panic.
He pushed open the car door and scrambled towards the brightly lit city hall gates.
As he ran, he screamed in a hoarse, piercing voice:
"Help! Murder! Help!"
The armed police in the guard post instantly became alert, pointing their dark gun barrels at him.
"Stop! Don't move!"
Zhang Cheng staggered to a stop, soaked to the bone, and cried out breathlessly:
"Comrades of the People's Liberation Army! Save me! I'm Zhang Cheng, here to invest, but the Jiaxing gang wants to kill me to silence me!"
late at night.
The ringing of the telephone by the bedside was like a sharp knife, suddenly shattering the silence.
Gao Zhenghao suddenly opened his eyes, but did not answer immediately. He just sat quietly in the darkness for a few seconds.
A phone call at this time never brings good news.
He picked up the microphone, his voice showing no sign of sleepiness.
"explain."
The secretary's voice came through the microphone, burning with urgency:
"Mayor, something's happened! The guesthouse where Zhang Cheng is staying has been set on fire, and people...people have run to the city government compound gate for help!"
Gao Zhenghao frowned, and his other hand unconsciously gripped the bed sheet tightly.
"Secretary Zhou is aware of this?"
"Understood! All on-duty staff have been notified to return to their units immediately for a meeting!"
"car."
"They're already downstairs, Mayor."
"Um."
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