Chapter 1586: The Scapegoat

"Goods?"

Hong Rong was stunned. He had been there that night, and he hadn't even thought the bar would be prepared.

When Qi Honghai's subordinate was shot, his only thought was that the person's marksmanship was truly accurate.

In such terrible weather, to be able to hit a wrist accurately—he had even thought about finding that person.

If he could buy them over and keep them by his side, it would be like having an extra life.

But when Qi Honghai ran away, and he was just about to leave himself,

he saw soldiers in full gear rising up from the snow.

This made him shudder violently. Only then did he realize that the person who fired the shot must have been a sniper.

He had heard that the bar owner was named Tang Lin, and he knew what kind of existence the Tang family was.

But he just hadn't expected the other side to actually call in the military.

That day at the bar, he had clashed with Seeing Tong Huaiyu and announced his name in front of so many people.

Not only did the other side not give him face, but they also broke his subordinate's leg and threw him out of the bar.

Then he was extorted for over twenty thousand by the bar's proprietress. It could be said that night was the most humiliating moment of his life.

After coming out, he had people follow Seeing Tong Huaiyu, wanting revenge.

But they hadn't gone far before the car following them was surrounded by five or six vehicles.

Then the two brothers following were forced out of the car by over a dozen people pointing guns at their heads.

The brothers following also had guns, but facing over a dozen pitch-black muzzles, they didn't dare make a single extra move.

The guns were confiscated, leaving only one bullet for the two brothers to bring back to him.

That his two brothers returned unscathed could only mean one thing: the other side didn't take him seriously at all.

And that bullet was a warning to him: the matter ended here. If he dared to keep pestering them,

the bullet wouldn't be brought back by his brothers, but would be delivered to him personally.

He was very unwilling; it wasn't like he didn't have people behind him.

But since he didn't know the other side's identity, he could only let it go for the time being.

Then he turned his attention back to the first bar. He couldn't afford to offend Tang Lin.

Even the person behind him wouldn't go and make an enemy of the Tang family for his sake.

So he instigated Qi Honghai to burn the bar, so he could vent his anger and regain face.

If something went wrong, it would have nothing to do with him; he could wash his hands of it.

But that night, when he saw the fully armed soldiers crawling out of the snow, he was finally afraid.

Since the other side could anticipate Qi Honghai going to burn the bar, it wasn't hard to analyze the role he played in it.

After all, he was one of the parties involved in the conflict at the bar, and with so many people watching, his identity couldn't be hidden.

With the other side's strength, investigating him was too easy, so he ran back to his hometown overnight that night.

But he had been observing the movements in the capital through his subordinates.

It wasn't until the fifth day of the New Year, when there was no abnormality in the capital, that he ran back.

Under normal circumstances, Qi Honghai would definitely have left the capital that night too.

It was just that he had calculated everything, but he hadn't calculated that Qi Honghai's goods had been lost.

And he had pinned this matter on his head.

"Brother Qi, you can doubt my character, but you cannot doubt my integrity in business."

Qi Honghai laughed loudly: "A person without character, what the fuck are you talking about integrity for?"

Hong Rong's temper flared up instantly. His foundation for standing in the underworld was his loyalty.

Why did brothers on the street give him face? Why could he call for a hundred responses? It was because of his loyalty.

Qi Honghai actually doubted him, which made him very angry, but he couldn't flip out right now.

Flipping out was a sign of a guilty conscience. If it got out, his reputation would be ruined.

Besides, Qi Honghai was also a desperate man. He hadn't taken the goods, and he didn't want to be the scapegoat.

"Brother Qi!" Hong Rong said, suppressing his patience: "I, Hong Rong, have been in the underworld since I was fourteen. To get to where I am today, with brothers on the street giving me face, it's all because of loyalty."

"Especially in business, in the entire capital and the Jin-Yi region, seventy percent of the goods come out through me. If I really didn't value integrity and played dirty, could I have made it this far?"

Now, no matter what Hong Rong said, Qi Honghai was convinced that he was the one who took the goods.

And indeed, anyone would suspect Hong Rong, because only he knew that Qi Honghai had goods on him.

And going to burn the bar that night, only Hong Rong knew. So, no matter what, it was impossible for Hong Rong to shake off this scapegoat.

"Stop talking this useless shit to me."

Qi Honghai didn't want to delay any longer. After all, they were in the capital, on Hong Rong's turf; the longer it took, the more disadvantageous it was for him.

"Either give me the money, or give me the goods."

"Impossible!"

That was nearly four million; how could Hong Rong possibly give it to him?

Besides, he really hadn't taken the goods, so why should he give it?

"Believe it or not, I'll say it again: I didn't take the goods."

"Motherfucker." A fierce light flashed in Qi Honghai's eyes: "Surname Hong, it seems you don't know me, Qi Honghai, very well."

After speaking, Qi Honghai, Bangchui, and another person pulled out their guns.

Hong Rong's eyelids twitched, and he retreated rapidly while roaring.

"Kill them."

The three people playing mahjong with him had long been prepared. The moment Qi Honghai took out his gun, they also pulled theirs out.

"Bang, bang..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Muffled gunshots rang out instantly, and bullets carrying scorching air currents flew wildly in the air.

Once the gunshots rang out, the few people hiding on the stairs also rushed up.

Of the three guys playing mahjong, two leaped toward the sides.

One hid behind the sofa, and one hid behind the TV cabinet.

The remaining one kicked over the mahjong table.

And the two young men playing pool flipped the pool table over at the first opportunity and hid behind it.

Hong Rong clutched his head and scrambled a few steps to the pool table.

He was just about to flip over it when he saw two hands reaching out from inside.

That was nothing, the key was that those two hands were holding guns.

"Fuck!" Hong Rong roared: "Don't shoot!"

But it was already too late. He saw two pitch-black muzzles in front of him erupt with sparks.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Hong Rong couldn't react in time. His eyes widened suddenly, his eyeballs bulging from their sockets.

He watched in disbelief as flowers of blood erupted from his body.

"Pfft!"

The final bullet drilled into his throat.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."

He wanted to say something, but only gurgling sounds came from his throat, followed by a massive amount of fresh blood gushing out of his mouth.

When he lifted his head, the whole world was slowly fading in color, and the sounds were gradually disappearing from his ears.

Scenes appeared in his mind—that was his life, flashing past his mind quickly like a slide show. ===== CHAPTER 1587 =====