Zhang Cheng walked down the street with a slight frown on his brow.
The appearance of Jiang Yuhong made him feel an indescribable sense of oppression, as if an unpredictable undercurrent had appeared in the torrent of the times.
He had thought that with his memories from his past life, he could navigate this wave with ease, but now it seems that things are far more complicated than he imagined.
A person who can acquire a cannery must have a very powerful background. The arrogance beneath that seemingly amiable demeanor made Zhang Cheng wary.
Will rejecting Jiang Yuhong invite retaliation? Then she smiled.
I'm just a small-time treasury bond collector now, with little real business. If they really want to suppress me, what can I do?
The herbal gift boxes made a profit of 18,000 to 19,000 yuan, but the treasury bond business can be abandoned at any time.
I have nearly 50,000 treasury bonds in hand, which I can cash out for 55,000 in the second half of the year, with a principal of just over 20,000.
This money is enough for him to live comfortably for several years.
If Jiang Yuhong were to be petty and narrow-minded, it would actually prove that his choice was correct.
His steps suddenly faltered.
He reached into his cotton-padded coat with his right hand and gripped the military dagger hidden in the lining.
Ahead, a dozen figures rushed out, wrapped in cotton-padded coats, with fierce eyes and gleaming machetes strapped to their wrists.
Cleaver Gang!
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Cheng turned and ran.
Even the most skilled special forces soldier, armed with only a dagger, wouldn't be throwing his life away against a dozen machetes.
These guys had knives strapped to their hands; they were clearly experienced fighters, and they were trying to kill him.
No one shouted. These days, without cell phones or telephones, there's no way to call the police.
Gripping the dagger tightly, and hearing the hurried footsteps behind him, Zhang Cheng plunged into the alleyway next to him.
A few dozen meters away, at the end of the alley, there is a two-meter-high wall.
Take a deep breath, accelerate suddenly, use the momentum to push off the wall with one foot, grab the top of the wall with your left hand, lift your right foot, and flip over.
The thugs behind them were all seasoned veterans. The three of them left the alley and circled around from the other side to encircle the enemy, while the others cooperated by climbing over the wall.
Zhang Cheng, who had scaled the wall, did not run away. He squinted and looked up, staring at the hand reaching out from the top of the wall.
A thug nimbly climbed onto the wall and flipped down.
It was dark and there were no lights.
The moment the thug landed, a large hand covered his mouth. His eyes widened, terror filling his pupils, and he felt a chill on his neck as his breath was cut off.
Crimson blood gushed out.
Zhang Cheng, like the Grim Reaper in the darkness, with cold eyes, threw the thug's corpse on the ground.
"You dare!"
"Little stick!"
The other thug on the wall, his eyes bloodshot, looked at the fallen thug, roared, kicked off the wall, and pounced on Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng squinted. A scoundrel is a scoundrel, no matter how experienced he is.
To just swoop down from mid-air like that? It's an insult to his abilities.
With both hands gripping the dagger tightly and knees slightly bent, he suddenly stabbed at the thugs who pounced on him.
The thug was in mid-air, his eyes wide with anger, trying to dodge but finding nowhere to grab his footing, watching helplessly as he lunged at the dagger tilted at a ninety-degree angle.
"puff!"
A 15-centimeter-long dagger pierced through the thug's chest.
He killed two people.
Zhang Cheng acted as if he had done something insignificant, showing no fear or panic in his eyes. He looked up at the wall, where three thugs were perched, too afraid to jump.
Zhang Cheng grinned, revealing his white teeth, pulled the dagger from the thug's chest, and made a throat-slitting gesture towards them.
The three thugs felt ice-cold all over, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
He shuddered and shouted, "This guy is a serial killer!"
The hoodlum screamed and jumped back into the alley.
Zhang Cheng turned and ran.
Only after watching Zhang Cheng's departing figure did the two thugs on the wall dare to jump down. Looking at the two corpses on the ground, horror filled their eyes. The other thugs also quickly climbed over the wall.
"Damn! That was ruthless! They killed him with a single blow!"
"Brother, should we still get revenge on him?"
"What are you afraid of! If he were really that capable, why would he run away? There are too many of us; we can drown him with our spittle."
Despite saying that, the leader of the thugs clearly chickened out and didn't dare to chase after them.
"Carry the body on your back, so you don't attract lightning!" the leader gritted his teeth.
Lei Zi is a nickname for a police officer.
Zhang Cheng rushed into the police station, panting heavily. The officer on duty, seeing him clutching a bloodstained dagger and breathing heavily, immediately stood up:
"Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
If you have any problems, call the police, especially since you have a "close" relationship with Zhao Daming.
Zhang Cheng gasped for breath, having exhausted himself running this far: "The machete gang is chasing me!"
Xiao Xing's expression changed drastically, and he drew his pistol and rushed towards the door.
Zhang Cheng was speechless. No matter how bold the machete gang was, they wouldn't dare to storm the police station.
"Officer, I've gotten rid of them!"
"Brother Zhang, you rest first! I'll go inform the director right away!"
Xiao Xing rushed into the duty room and called another police officer, then rode his bicycle to find Zhao Daming.
Twenty minutes later, Zhao Daming arrived. After hearing what had happened, he was so angry his face turned red. Funing County was in the process of being evaluated, and this heinous crime had occurred at this time, rendering all the efforts of the municipal party committee futile.
Knowing he couldn't handle the situation, Zhao Daming contacted the municipal government overnight.
When Vice Mayor Xing learned of this, he was furious and immediately instructed the Public Security Bureau to take the lead and, in conjunction with six police stations, launch a special campaign to crack down on organized crime.
This matter has little to do with Zhang Cheng anymore.
If the government really takes this machete gang seriously, they could wipe them out in no time.
Zhao Daming rushed to a meeting at the municipal party committee, and Zhang Cheng also left the police station and returned to the guesthouse.
Nothing happened that night.
The next morning, citizens noticed that there were many more armed police officers on the streets.
at the same time.
South Street, [Treasury Bond Repurchase Center].
Eight uniformed staff members from the Industry and Commerce Bureau arrived.
Li Yuanyuan greeted them with a smile.
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