Chapter 767: Horse Emperor

Guan Lu held the chopsticks, and the hand that was about to pick up the food stiffened, then returned to normal, picking up a piece of pig stomach.

"This braised taste is really not enough to eat. I will buy some and eat it when I think of it."

Tang Guangwu laughed, picked up the wine bottle and shook it: "There is still half a bottle, let's share it."

"No!" Guan Lu shook his head vigorously, "There is still a case on hand, drinking too much will delay things."

Tang Guangwu grabbed the wine glass in front of Guan Lu and filled it: "You haven't rested for several days, drink more tonight, give yourself a holiday, sleep well, save enough energy, so that you can make your brain clear and be more conducive to solving the case."

Guan Lu hesitated, but still took the wine glass: "Okay, accompany you to drink two glasses properly today."

Guan Lu didn't say he agreed, nor did he say he didn

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The next day, Huang Juan arranged a sumptuous breakfast for Zhou Andong and his group, and after they finished eating, she personally saw them out.

"Mr. Zhou, Ms. Jian!" Huang Juan shook hands with Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu respectively, "Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu said politely, then turned and got into the car.

Watching the motorcade drive out of the parking lot, Huang Juan turned back, went to the office, grabbed the phone, and called Tang Guangwu.

"Director Tang, Zhou Andong and the others have already left."

"I know!"

Tang Guangwu didn't say much, put down the phone, leaned back, and gently rubbed his temples with his thumbs.

He hadn't slept well last night, and he had run to the office early, not even eating a meal.

"Guan Lu is a veteran criminal investigator; he has always been airtight in his work, so there shouldn't be any slip-ups."

He muttered to himself, but his heart remained in his throat, and as time passed, he became even less able to calm down.

This feeling was something he had only experienced when he started working and before his wedding night.

Meanwhile, in a conference room at the criminal investigation team, Guan Lu and six or seven trusted subordinates were holding a meeting.

After Guan Lu finished speaking, no one else said a word; each of them held a cigarette in their hands, puffing away.

The conference room, which wasn't small, had its windows open, but it was still thick with smoke.

After a while, a young man cursed: "Fuck it, let's do it!"

Following that, several others expressed their stance. Among them, a tall and handsome young man, who looked very much like a celebrity from later generations, had a flash of ferocity in his eyes.

"Boss, since you want to do it, then let's do it. As long as Emperor Ma is dealt with, it's worth it even if I have to take off this uniform."

A middle-aged man smiled, pressed his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray, and said very calmly.

"You all remember, Team Leader Guan doesn't know about this; it was I who arranged for you to do it."

"No!" A young man stood up, looking like he had just started working not long ago, "Godfather, Godmother is in poor health, the child is still in school, and Grandpa and Grandma are in the countryside.

Once a slip-up occurs, you'll be the one taking the fall. With so many people at home, what will they eat and drink? So, I'll take the fall; anyway, the family doesn't rely on my meager salary to eat. Besides, I'm young, I can get by doing anything."

The handsome young man sneered, "Forget it, you take the fall? Can you carry it? If you say you directed us to do such a big thing, who would believe it?"

As he spoke, this guy tossed his hair in a flashy way, "If there's a slip-up, I'll take the fall. With this face of mine, if I can't be a cop, buddy, I'll go be a star."

Several people made a vomiting gesture, but Guan Lu was very moved.

"With me here, when would it be your turn to play the hero?"

Then the group studied the action plan and the details of the follow-up handling, trying to perfect it so there wouldn't be any loopholes.

"Alright!" Guan Lu checked the time, "Let's act according to the plan."

Watching the few leave, Guan Lu leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, not getting up to return to his office until he had finished it, then he grabbed the phone and called Tang Guangwu.

"It has already started."

Tang Guangwu was silent for a moment: "Are you sure?"

Guan Lu smiled slightly; once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. At this point, he had already let go.

"There won't be any big problems on my end; the main thing is the follow-up handling."

Tang Guangwu said in a deep voice: "Don't have any slip-ups on your end, and there won't be any problems on mine."

"Wait for my good news."

Guan Lu put down the phone, smoked another cigarette, then picked up the cap on his desk, put it on, and walked quickly out of the office.

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Jianshe Street, 203 Hospital; seven or eight luxury cars sped into the hospital gate and stopped in front of the inpatient building.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of dull car-door-closing sounds rang out. Twenty or thirty people got out of the cars; some were in suits and leather shoes, with slicked-back hair and gleaming shoes.

Others were dressed very casually, in shorts, tank tops, and flip-flops; perhaps they had watched too many Hong Kong movies, as they even had cigars in their mouths.

Finally, a bald fat man weighing at least three hundred pounds got out of a Mercedes-Benz.

Just how fat is this guy? He could fit the teacher who does crosstalk inside, and there would still be room to spare.

And this guy is the famous Emperor Ma of Qishi. I really don't know how he squeezed his physique into that car.

A group of people crowded Emperor Ma into the inpatient building. Seeing them, whether it was doctors, nurses, or patients, everyone hid far away.

Huff, huff; Emperor Ma swayed his body. After walking such a short distance, he began to pant heavily, sweat streaming down his face. The ceiling fan overhead was spinning, but it was of no use to him.

At this moment, a little smart-aleck saw a nurse pushing an old man appearing around the corner.

This guy ran up quickly, shoved the nurse aside, and yanked the old man out of the wheelchair.

The old man groaned in pain and fell to the ground. The nurse was just about to curse, but seeing Emperor Ma's group, she closed her mouth, silently squatted down, and helped the old man up.

"You wait here, I'll go push another wheelchair over."

That guy pushed the wheelchair over and said obsequiously: "Big Brother, this crappy hospital doesn't even have air conditioning. After walking a few steps, I'm covered in sweat. Better sit in the wheelchair; I'll push you."

"Not bad, not bad!"

Emperor Ma smiled, touched his shiny, oily head, and sat down in the wheelchair.

Because his butt was too fat, not only could he not sit in it, but both tires popped with two loud bangs.

Everyone looked over, their expressions strange and varied; they wanted to laugh but didn't dare, holding it in very painfully.

"Damn it!"

Emperor Ma cursed and wanted to stand up, but because his body was too heavy, he didn't stand up at once. It was two subordinates who had the presence of mind to grab him, one on each side, and hoist him up, gritting their teeth.