Chapter 799: Zheng Ge's Strength

We can't run.

What do we do now?

If they conduct a check, our license plate is fake.

Besides, my and Ding Li's current identities can't be revealed.

The Wen Family's influence is right there.

I didn't expect that before we even stepped out of the alley entrance, they'd already caught us.

I signaled Ding Li not to open the car door,

continue reversing.

Ding Li nodded,

We kept reversing, but after only two meters the car wouldn't move.

A big Mercedes was tailing us from behind.

He kept honking, signaling us to drive forward.

Reversing was impossible; the alley was already narrow, and we couldn't turn around.

Looks like they'll have us caught like a turtle in a jar.

At that moment, the inspectors surrounded us.

"Bro, we can't get out. What should we do? Let's fight them," Ding Li said, looking at me.

I said to Ding Li,

"How can we fight? Fighting like this is courting death. Let me think."

"Bro, think fast, the people outside are smashing the windows," Ding Li urged me.

Sure enough, many people were gesturing outside the windows, meaning that if we didn't roll them down, they'd break the glass and get in.

The situation was urgent.

I suddenly thought of someone,

It was Zheng Ge.

I heard him speak; there is nothing in Sijiucheng that he can't settle.

At that moment, I tried contacting him.

To truly see his ability.

I took out my phone and dialed the number from earlier.

The call connected quickly.

Zheng Ge's voice came through,

"Is this Zhao Jianqiang? What's the matter?"

"Zheng Ge, we're at your house entrance, surrounded, and they're about to inspect my car and won't let us leave.

If they catch us, it'll be trouble."

"No need to rush. I'll send someone over right away," Zheng Ge said before hanging up.

At that point, people outside had already started smashing the car windows.

Ding Li said, "Bro, I'll slam the door open in a moment. I'll draw them all over, and you can make a run for it."

I shook my head and said,

"I've already contacted Zheng Ge. He said he'll send someone over."

"Is this Zheng Ge reliable? Not another bragging old gun," Ding Li said, skeptical.

"Let's try it; we have no other options," I said, watching the people outside shouting something fiercely.

Just then, the courtyard gate opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out.

He walked into the middle of the crowd,

and said a few words to the apparent leader,

We couldn't hear clearly from inside the car.

After a moment, the leader bowed, nodded, and laughed at the middle-aged man,

Then he ordered his subordinates to stand down,

and smiled, indicating that we could leave.

I told Ding Li, "Ding Li, hurry up and drive away."

Ding Li floored the accelerator, and our car sped out of the narrow alley.

Suddenly, Ding Li said to me,

"Bro, that middle-aged man caught up, looks like something's up."

I said, "Stop the car."

Ding Li stopped the car.

The middle-aged man ran to the front of our car,

Ding Li rolled down the window,

"Which one is Mr. Zhao?" the man asked.

"I am. Thanks for your help. Please tell Mr. Zheng that we're leaving," I said.

"You're welcome, Mr. Zhao.

This special pass was given to me by Mr. Zheng to hand to you.

With this pass, you can safely exit Sijiucheng; no one dares to check your car," the man said, pulling out a placard.

Ding Li took it and placed it at the front of the car.

"Please thank Mr. Zheng for me, and when you have time, come specially to visit him," I said.

The middle‑aged man waved his hand but said nothing.

I told Ding Li to roll up the car window.

Then we drove the car out of the narrow alley.

Our car entered the main road.

Ding Li asked me, "Brother, which way should we go? Take the back road?"

"Not the back road—go boldly; we have a special pass," I said with a smile.

"Does this thing work?" Ding Li asked doubtfully.

"It should be about right. You didn't see that Zheng Ge, with a single sentence, got the inspectors to let us go," I said.

"What rank does this Zheng Ge have,

how is he so powerful?" Ding Li asked.

"Probably a ninth‑rank master."

"Sigh, the rules are really just being broken by people like him," I sighed.

"Why do you say that?" Ding Li asked, puzzled.

At that moment a motorcycle rode up from the side,

drew close to our car,

and then signaled for us to follow it.

In the sea‑of‑traffic city, a motorcycle appeared to lead the way.

I hadn't expected that the rider, perhaps seeing our special pass, immediately offered to help.

With the motorcycle guiding us, many red lights turned green on their own.

Our car moved without obstruction.

The motorcycle kept escorting us to the entrance of the overpass,

honked once and then left.

On the overpass, Ding Li accelerated and headed onto the highway.

At the highway toll booth,

no card was needed. The toll attendant saw our car and smiled, saluting us proactively.

"Damn, that's something I've never experienced."

Clearly this pass is truly powerful.

After getting onto the highway, our minds finally relaxed.

I said to Ding Li, "Ding Li, I haven't answered the question you asked earlier.

I want to ask you: when it comes to breaking the law, are there more ordinary people or more wealthy people?"

"Obviously ordinary people are more," Ding Li replied.

"Wrong. It's the powerful and wealthy who break the law more. Their cost of breaking it is low; they aren't afraid at all.

And for us ordinary people, the cost is high.

We can't afford it; the law only restrains ordinary people.

This Zheng Ge gave us a special pass; not only could we leave Sijiucheng, but someone also led the way, showing his strength.

That's why I say they break the rules right here: they have privileges, can evade the rules, and then break them.

That harms ordinary people the most.

"How does it hurt the most?" Ding Li asked again.

"Unfairness is just one point. Also, if the law can restrain them, it becomes a protection for us ordinary people."

"If it can't, it brings us harm."

Everyone ignores the rules and acts recklessly.

When chaos reigns, who gets hurt the most? Of course, we ordinary people.

The hardest thing in this world is fairness,

let alone us; even the Western world is the same, and God cannot be fair.

Their laws only protect the rights of the few, namely those with capital.

"Brother, I'm even more confused."

"Western law isn't supposed to protect the weak?" Ding Li asked.

I smiled,

"Who writes the laws? Have you ever thought about that?

The foundation of a law is first whose interests it serves.

Also, the West has lawyers; any matter is handed over to a lawyer.

Have you heard of that rugby star who murdered his wife? Even with solid evidence, a lawyer can overturn the case because he's rich and can hire the most famous attorney.

Can ordinary people afford that?

And even if they go to prison, bail can get them out.

In short, they all serve the wealthy.

Look at who's locked up in prisons, and you'll understand.

Robbers who steal a few hundred yuan can be sentenced,

while those capitalists exploit financial game rules to earn hundreds of billions easily; they're also robbing in disguise, yet none of them end up in prison.

"So I say, fairness is the hardest thing in the world." After I finished speaking, I took out a cigarette.

After Ding Li heard me finish speaking, he remained silent.

After a while, he sighed and continued driving.