"You..." He felt uncomfortable because of being choked, but after the water entered his mouth, Mr. Chen's breathing immediately became much smoother, and his face was not so gloomy anymore. The doctor who came with him was not surprised at what he saw. After checking Mr. Chen and confirming that he was in good condition, he said goodbye.
"I'm sorry, we're just following orders." The king pulled out a piece of paper and waved it in front of Old Chen, making sure he had a clear view before putting it away. "Feng Xiang explained something to us. I think Old Chen should understand what it is, right?"
"I need to make a phone call. Let me go." Old Chen pushed away the person who wanted to help him and said with a determined look, "If you don't let me make this call, I definitely won't go with you."
"Go ahead." After handing Mr. Chen a cell phone, the king glanced aside with relief. Hanging on the wall were photos of Mr. Chen in his youth. He looked very energetic and it could be seen that Mr. Chen was really appreciated at that time.
Old Chen, standing by, didn't share the relaxed mood of the other police officers. The phone was his, but usually his assistants helped him use it, so it was a little difficult for him to use it directly. He slowly opened the phone's interface and fumbled around until he finally found the phone book. He then flipped to the familiar number and hesitated for a moment before pressing the dial button. A familiar melody rang out, a very melodious tune that echoed in Old Chen's ears over and over again. Just when Old Chen thought no one would answer the phone, the music disappeared, replaced by a voice: "Hello?"
"You old fellow, you're not dead yet?" Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Old Chen cursed without mercy: "You won again this time, aren't you very happy? I failed again, defeated by a yellow-haired girl."
"Alas, after all these years, can't you just talk nicely?" The person on the other end of the phone said this, and then after a long silence, he said again: "Why bother? Wasn't everything fine before?"
"Hmph, if you don't touch my people, would I treat you like this?" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Most of those who were taken in for tea some time ago were his men. Isn't this just trying to make things difficult for him in the entire Kyoto?
This time, the other end of the line was even more silent. Then, a voice came slowly: "You always say that we are targeting you, but why don't you think about why I am targeting you?"
"I..." Before Mr. Chen could answer, he was interrupted as he was about to refute. The familiar sound of verbal attacks came, and he was so angry that he didn't want to speak anymore.
"You don't know? I think you're just old and confused." The other party didn't feel that there was anything wrong with cursing. A sigh came from the other end of the phone: "For so many years, you have developed your power, and no one has stopped you. We are happy to see you doing well. Don't we have any grudges against you?"
"Hmph, so that yellow-haired girl and that kid from the Zou family are picking on me, right? Yuan, do you still have the nerve? Everyone knows you're behind them. Don't think everyone's stupid. I see right through you, too." Old Chen chattered into his phone, seemingly addicted to arguing. "Why don't you just say it was the higher-ups' order? You're lying without a blush."
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Yuan Zhicheng's voice came with some annoyance, as if he suddenly took a sip of tea and coughed as if he choked. "A tall tree attracts the wind. Do you really think your subordinates are capable, or do you think your reputation is valuable?"
"This..." Yuan Zhicheng's words left Mr. Chen speechless for a moment. After a long while, he simply stopped talking. Looking at the cell phone that was still flashing there, he simply waited for Yuan Zhicheng to speak.
"Hey, are you calling just to hear me report to you?" Yuan Zhicheng didn't hear any sound for a long time. He thought the phone was hung up, so he took it from his ear and took a look. Then he shouted at the screen: "You're looking for trouble, right? I'm hanging up first."
"You, hang up." After being scolded, Old Chen looked at the darkened phone screen with a bitter smile on his face. He was wrong. He thought... Alas...
"Mr. Chen, are you okay?" The old man who was just angry suddenly calmed down after the call. He sat there looking out the window, looking very sad. The king turned around and saw this scene.
"I'm fine. If you have nothing else to do, just stay away." Although he was still in a bad mood, after figuring it all out, Old Chen stood up soon after: "One by one, do you still want someone as old as me to raise your thighs?"
"How dare we?" He gestured for everyone to clean up the messed room, and then everyone followed Mr. Chen out the door. The last comrade even considerately locked the door.
"Any questions?" He knew that without a confession, this wouldn't be the end of the matter. Old Chen sat on his chair and looked at the police officer who was questioning him. "Don't look at me. Oh, by the way, if they have my phone number, just tell them to come over if they need my help. Is that okay?"
When Zhao Hanyun learned about this, she no longer wanted to pay attention to these people. She always felt that some people were willing to sacrifice the rest of their lives for power and money, and she didn't know whether it was worth it. At the very least, they didn't even know who they were. They were really blinded.
"What's wrong? Aren't you very happy?" Zou Li noticed that Zhao Hanyun was a little confused, guessed something, and said soothingly, "Aren't you already working hard? You've already completed more than half of it. Even if some people still refuse to change, even with the most drastic measures, don't worry, the bad trend will be curbed."
"I understand you're saying, 'I'll help you, don't worry,'" Zhao Hanyun hooked his hands around Zou Li's shoulders, looked at his own reflection in his clear eyes, and then said with a smile, "Then I have a question for you, Teacher Zou. If I opened a backdoor to let your apprentice go to the training base, would that be considered as seeking personal gain?"
"Then let's see who dares to come to me?" Zou Li's aura burst out, and his hair, which had finally returned to black, began to turn silver. Zhao Hanyun was so scared that he immediately leaned forward and offered his lips. Although Zou Li did it on purpose, it was not impossible for him to be a double-standard person for Zhao Hanyun. However, these tempting lips were offered by someone himself. A smug look flashed across his eyes, and Zou Li was very satisfied.
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