Chapter 132

It has been over half a month since the war began; in truth, this is no longer just a matter between the Heaven Alliance and the Golden Gate Group.

It is like a fuse; once a conflict erupted here, it triggered a chain reaction, drawing in the ruling party, the opposition, major conglomerates, and even some people from the United States, and so on and so forth.

It is not just the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group that is having a hard time; the Golden Gate Group is also in a miserable state. After all, Wang Yan has also taken a side, and he has forces behind him as well.

A stalemate for too long benefits no one, so it is inevitable that other ideas will arise.

As the vanguard, the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group and the Heaven Alliance both hinge on him alone. It can be said that as long as Wang Yan is killed, the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group and the Heaven Alliance will collapse in an instant.

Then, killing him is undoubtedly a time-saving and effortless choice.

Wang Yan can understand this; if it were him, he might do the same. After all, if there is an easy way, why bother with so many useless things?

So the result is that his calf was hit by a bullet, the slug is still inside, and his arm was also grazed by a bullet, tearing away a chunk of flesh.

This is only because the villa is large, giving him room to maneuver. Otherwise, no matter how good he is at fighting, it would be useless; with so many guns firing at him, he would likely have died here today.

After sitting on the steps for a short while, the sounds of police sirens and ambulances approached from afar.

Wang Yan knew these people were here to clean up the aftermath; the reason he did not call the police himself was precisely because of this.

Besides, what kind of place does he live in? One of the top-tier luxury villa areas in Busan.

To ensure the privacy of the owners, the spacing here is quite significant. But no matter how significant the spacing is, in the dead of night, the sounds of gunfire and explosions cannot be concealed.

The people living here are also those with status and standing, who value their own safety above all else; it would be strange if they could sleep soundly. Making a police report is a perfectly normal thing to do; after all, the police serve them.

Not only that, they all know the upper-echelon figures in Busan's local police system, and they all know about the recent turmoil; a casual inquiry would give them a rough understanding, and they are all waiting to watch the show.

Before long, police cars and two ambulances drove over, blocking the road outside completely. Amidst the "bang, bang, bang" of car doors opening and closing, quite a few people emerged one after another, including regular criminal police and many mobile combat police.

As soon as these people got out of their cars, they scattered with guns in hand, sealing off the villa. Additionally, another group charged directly into the villa with weapons drawn.

The Busan precinct chief stepped out with dignity, straightened his clothes, and glanced at the two corpses in suits at the entrance: "Let's go, let's go in and take a look."

Damn it, his superiors called him temporarily to respond to a police call in the middle of the night, and he, the chief, had to lead the team personally; he was also full of anger. But there was no help for it; who told him to be a subordinate who does the work? The big shots were all at home hugging young girls, waiting for his results.

As soon as the chief led a group of people inside, he saw Wang Yan, who was surrounded by a crowd of police with guns drawn, sitting on the steps calmly smoking a cigarette.

The chief's expression stiffened; he had not expected Wang Yan to still be alive...

Giving his secretary a look to notify those who should be notified, the chief turned back and hurried forward two steps with an anxious look: "What are you all doing? Do you know who he is? Huh? Why haven't you put your guns down yet?"

After his subordinates put down their guns and dispersed the encirclement, the chief stepped forward and said: "Mr. Wang, you have been startled. We rushed over the moment we received the report."

"Oh, Mr. Wang, you are injured?" Saying this, the chief turned his head and shouted: "Where are the doctors? Doctors. Hurry over and see how Mr. Wang's injuries are?"

As for why he, the chief, is so eager, it is because he has taken money. He is about to be transferred soon; although it is a promotion, it is also a sinecure, basically early retirement. If he doesn't take more while he is in power, he won't be able to take any later even if he wants to.

Besides, Wang Yan didn't ask him to do anything, nothing more than providing convenience in daily matters. At other times, he can continue to investigate the Heaven Alliance as usual; what a great deal.

Not to mention Wang Yan's status; the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group, the Heaven Alliance, and he has also befriended many political dignitaries; there are people inside the Busan Police Agency, not to mention the local prosecutor's office. Those connections are stronger than one another, and he, a precinct chief, is not in a high enough position himself.

Wang Yan did not speak, allowing the medical staff who had followed to undo his previous simple bandage and treat his wounds.

Seeing that Wang Yan was ignoring him, the chief knew he was suppressing his anger. He did not ask for trouble, and after giving the medical staff a few instructions, he walked into the villa to inspect the scene.

Seeing corpses from time to time, heads blown open, red blood mixed with white brain matter on the floor, bullet holes all over the room, and the smoke of gunpowder permeating the air. The chief walked a circle inside and ran out in a hurry; for the sake of his own face, he forcibly suppressed the churning in his stomach and took deep breaths of fresh air. He had been a policeman for many years, but this was the first time he had seen such a large-scale battle.

The chief's look at Wang Yan was no longer right. He had seen with his own eyes the firepower those people had. Even so, they didn't manage to kill Wang Yan; just how much of a beast must he be?

After the medical staff finished their work, the chief inquired about the situation and then cautiously stepped forward and said: "Mr. Wang, the doctor told me there is a bullet in your calf. The conditions here are not convenient now; do you think we should go to the hospital to have it treated?"

"Many thanks, but my people will be here soon, and I have my own arrangements."

The chief did not dare to babble any more. After waving his hand to let his subordinates disperse and stand further away, he thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Wang, there is no room for me to interfere in the affairs of a big shot like you. I was also woken up by a phone call while sleeping; I was also helpless, and I hope you, with your magnanimity, will not blame me."

He knew with his toes that Wang Yan had suffered a loss and was almost killed; he would definitely not let it go. If he really got angry and wanted revenge regardless of anything, let alone him being a precinct chief, even the Commissioner of the Busan Police Agency would have to die if he deserved to die; that is not an exaggeration at all.

Wang Yan stared into his eyes: "Who called you?"

The chief was stunned for a moment, then immediately became conflicted; his expression changed several times, his eyes darting back and forth; he was weighing the gains and losses.

Just at this moment, another burst of braking sounds came from outside, followed by a burst of arguing.

"Your time is running out."

The chief gritted his teeth, decided to go for it, and whispered in a strained voice: "It was Director Song of the Busan Police Agency." Compared to the vague and unseen promises, the tangible benefits right before his eyes were the real thing.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder: "You're not bad; let them in."

The chief gave a stiff smile, wiped his sweat, turned back, and shouted loudly: "Let them in."

High rank crushes people; although others felt that the chief's humble posture toward Wang Yan damaged the dignity of the police, they did not dare to say anything. Soon, a group of Heaven Alliance subordinates in suits and leather shoes entered from outside, bringing two doctors with them.

"Boss."

Those who could be called over by Wang Yan were all intelligent; no idiot would shout about killing someone in front of a large group of police. Seeing that Wang Yan was fine, everyone stood respectfully and greeted him, and that was it.

The leader among them stepped forward and whispered a few words, and Wang Yan nodded to indicate he understood.

There was no secret; it was just that Zhang Dongrui had also come. With so many police here, he did not get out of the car. Knowing or not knowing is one thing, seeing or not seeing is another; one must have this sense of proportion.

Wang Yan looked at the chief standing to one side: "Do you still need to understand the situation?"

"Mr. Wang, normally you should cooperate with us to provide some explanations, but now that you are injured, your health is more important. It will be the same if we understand after you have been treated. It's just..." The chief looked at Wang Yan cautiously: "It's just that we need to send some people to your..."

Waving his hand, Wang Yan said: "That's fine. As for understanding the situation, you can contact the legal department of the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group later; talk to them clearly before finding me."

After speaking, without anyone's help, Wang Yan limped out, got into a car, and went to a hospital that cooperates with the Heaven Alliance.

Wang Yan did not trust other places. If they saw he wasn't dead and did something to him in the hospital, his death would be somewhat unjust.

Watching Wang Yan slowly get into the car, the chief waved his hand and summoned his subordinate, Section Chief Jin: "You take your men and follow. Mind your limits; if you go looking for death, I can't save you."

Those who can rise to the top, except for a few idiots who rely purely on connections, mostly have some substance. As a superior, the most important thing is to have a sufficient understanding of one's subordinates. The chief was like this; he knew which of his two section chiefs had greater ability. At a time like this, one cannot be careless; if something goes wrong because it wasn't handled well, he would be the one to die.

Section Chief Jin nodded in response and called his subordinates to drive and follow. He knew that the usually slick chief was doing it for his own good; people really would die. He did not know about the higher-level matters, but as the main force investigating how to take down Wang Yan, he knew just how awesome Wang Yan was...

Wang Yan's affairs were not a secret at all to those who had been paying attention to him.

So, the moment Wang Yan arrived at the hospital for surgery, many people received the news.

The police precinct was also like a sieve; a little inquiry was all it took to know what had happened.

Regarding this result, some were disappointed, some were happy, and some were worried.

Why worried? Because within the rules, they couldn't touch Wang Yan. And outside the rules, this attempt had failed, so facing Wang Yan's retaliation, it would be difficult for both enemies and friends to handle.

Wang Yan was not a weakling; he had considerable power in his hands, all of which were things within the rules.

Take that regular army of over seven thousand people, which belonged to several different security companies. The Heaven Alliance's might be found to be irregular, but what about the others? They were doing legitimate business; even a portion of the bank cash escort business was theirs. Other messy things of the Heaven Alliance could not be pinned on Wang Yan.

The Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group was a completely legitimate logistics company; apart from normal tax avoidance operations, there were no other problems, and it even supported quite a few people. The only intersection Wang Yan could have with the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group was his status as a specially hired consultant, properly drawing a salary and paying insurance. As for cars, houses, and bodyguards, those were all company benefits. He also paid quite a lot of taxes every year; he was absolutely a good citizen of the Republic of Korea.

As for outside the rules, that was absolutely the work of terrorists.

Therefore, if Wang Yan were to smash the pot directly, it would not be good. It would harm others without benefiting himself, and no one would gain anything.

As for Ding Qing and Li Zhongjiu, after knowing the lineup that killed Wang Yan, apart from strengthening their belief in honestly doing their work and handling affairs, all that was left was to mourn for Wang Yan...

The next day, in the afternoon.

On the top floor of the hospital, in the best special care ward, Wang Yan lay quietly. There were no heavy guards, just two lackeys at the door listening for orders.

In the morning, Wang Yan was very busy; people from the other side and people from his own side all came to probe what his thoughts were and exactly how he intended to act.

To tell the truth, although Wang Yan's strength was very strong, when it came to power, he was inferior to those in high positions; when it came to influence, to major conglomerates headed by Samsung, he was just a little brother. So in their eyes, Wang Yan was just so-so.

They could not care, but they had to think about their little brothers and their families; Wang Yan couldn't kill them, but he could kill their little brothers and families. They were clear about the traditional methods of gangs; if Wang Yan were to die together with them, they would also be afraid. Now that they had stolen a chicken only to lose the rice, making everyone feel insecure, if the big brother didn't step up to settle it, how could anyone follow him?

In the entire game, Wang Yan was not at the top, but he was not at the bottom either. So his attitude was important, but also not important.

Politics is the art of compromise.

First see what his thoughts are, then the two sides meet to communicate, and finally use coercion and inducement to manipulate him; basically, it would be over. The only loss was the two bullets Wang Yan took, and in the end, they would find a way to make it up from other places. You are good, I am good, everyone is good; everyone is happy.

Of course, the mastermind behind the scenes must be living well; after all, Wang Yan's strength was not so awesome that he could make people die to apologize.

Then does Wang Yan accept it? Of course he accepts it. People have given him face and substance; if Wang Yan didn't take it, that would be not knowing the situation, and both sides would have to kill him.

Revenge must be taken; Wang Yan certainly couldn't just let it go like this. After investigating the ins and outs of the matter clearly, not one of them would be able to run.

Another way of saying "playing the grandson" is being able to be hard and soft, being a gentleman who can bend and stretch. Wang Mou is just such a gentleman, playing the grandson very well. In the short term, he certainly couldn't make a move. If he were so awesome that he could fly to the sky and escape to the earth, then there would be nothing to say; he would slaughter them all. But he didn't have such hard strength, so he could only say that ten years is not too late.

Wang Yan shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and called his subordinates to help him into a wheelchair to go out and bask in the sun. His recovery speed far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he didn't have all those post-operative this and that.

Taking this opportunity, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to the subordinate handling affairs, telling them to kill Zhang Xiuji.

He had several mobile phones and several anonymous cards in his space; whether it was telecommunications wiretapping or installing wiretaps in the ward, he believed someone would definitely do it. He was too lazy to make an issue of it; those were all accounts for later.

The purpose of killing Zhang Xiuji was very simple: it was to make Ding Qing and Li Zhongjiu fight.

The lackeys he sent to go undercover, Han Yongzheng and Lin Minzhe, had already flown to the core of their respective gangs. After he killed all the old turtles in the Golden Gate Group and figured out Ding Qing and Li Zhongjiu, there would basically be no obstacles. At that time, who could be the big brother would depend on whose strength was harder.

And this time the reason was aboveboard; it was just to vent, and at the same time, it sent a signal to the outside world that he had accepted it.

In this way, both enemies and friends would find it easier to accept. It was just the death of one Zhang Xiuji; what was the big deal about that?

Therefore, that night, Zhang Xiuji and the two old turtles who were close to him disappeared with their whole families.........