Chapter 157: Only I Can Use the Law Chapter 157: In a Flustered Mess

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Niu Shaohe and the people he brought were brought back to the bureau in an orderly fashion.

Even though they had more people than the police, and more expensive cars than the police's.

Yan Deputy Director took it all upon himself, saying on the spot: "For a small group of evil forces waving various flags and undermining the public security stability of Jiangning, they must be resolutely struck. Jiangning's investment environment should be fair and just, unbiased."

The words were spoken well, but when it came to Chen Yi, his secretary said to the officer on duty: "The police car is also one of the important places where police work; we should make it as convenient as possible for citizens and serve the citizens."

Thus, Chen Yi didn't even need to go to the police station; he gave his statement inside the police car, and watched Niu Shao and his triad companions leave the golf course accompanied by the police uncles.

The poor do not fight the rich, the rich do not fight officials.

No matter how powerful the triad is, it is just a small pawn on the edge of officialdom.

The case basically came to an end here; the remaining matter of over a million yuan belonged to civil compensation negotiated by both parties.

The gasoline originally in the Volvo burned out, the car body gradually cooled down, and the Appraisal Section busily took photos and collected evidence.

Chen Yi looked and thought, this won't do; photos are supposed to be filed, and if someone sees them, there will be questions again.

So he returned to the Raptor, urging the Naked Bear to hurry while opening a bottle of Curse Ink, dipping his magic wand, and said: Let their memory cards all break.

One kilogram of force, ruining two memory cards was like child's play.

But when the circle of that Curse Ink was half drawn, it couldn't be drawn anymore.

Chen Yi thought again; it seemed one curse circle could only affect one object. So he redrew the circle and said: Let the memory card of that police officer with 020811 on the left break.

This time it was successfully completed.

Only saw that police officer standing and shooting, side shooting, horizontal shooting, squat shooting, prone shooting, then exclaimed: "Unlucky!"

From this one sentence, it was known that the effect of the Curse Ink had been exerted.

Chen Yi did the same thing again, and the second police officer's memory card was also finished.

This way, both people were very unhappy.

Repetitive work is much more tiring than double the work.

020811 went to change a new SD card, and the other police officer simply sat back in the car, too lazy to do it all over again.

Chen Yi was just about to waste another one-tenth bottle of Curse Ink when the Naked Bear finally arrived with a tow truck.

Now there were still seven or eight police officers maintaining order, and Bureau Chief Yan and the others had already evacuated long ago.

Chen Yi directly found the highest-ranking chief present and said: "That burned Volvo, I might have to compensate the owner with a new one; I'll tow the old one back, maybe it can still be repaired."

The chief looked at the Volvo SUV, which after exploding and burning was condensed into something like a Chery, and said without a word: "Tow it away."

He didn't care at all whether Chen Yi took it for repair or to sell as scrap iron.

This was just an ordinary brawl case; alarming the Deputy Bureau Chief and such was because of the identities of both parties in the brawl, not the case itself.

A case handled by the police station seemingly didn't need to keep such a large piece of evidence.

The police from the Appraisal Section came along with the convoy, not the police station officers. Chen Yi went over and said a word, and they gave up.

The Naked Bear quickly hoisted this piece of scrap iron onto the vehicle and drove toward outside the city.

With the work efficiency of Chinese people, as long as it was sent to the scrap yard, it could be dismantled into parts in minutes, and could be done purely by hand, without machinery.

Chen Yi sent away the onlookers and those making a scene, got on the Raptor, and practiced Knight Combat Technique again.

An 18-hole golf course, if run along the playing lines, was at least six or seven kilometers long; the undulating grass fields made the little lizard run very happily.

Knight Combat Technique, besides training the knight, was largely related to the mount.

Ordinary Saint Oria Knight attendants used "Shen" as combat partners, while Positive Knights or Kingdom Knights who could upgrade to Combat Skill Level often liked to pick mounts with higher intelligence.

However, the smarter the mount, the better was not always the case. How to pick a mount was a subject of study; in the great families of Saint Oria, a group of people was specially raised to choose suitable mounts for the head of the family and his subordinates.

The Saint Oria Knight's Code specifically mentioned that when choosing a mount, do not choose a mount "smarter than yourself."

Mounts with high intelligence would make the rider's control difficult; the Phantom Dragon was one of the representatives.

The sound of the pickup truck gradually faded away, and after crossing the fairway, there was no trace.

The waiters in the clubhouse helplessly sent away other guests and began cleaning, replacing glass and furniture.

Members who watched a free grand play, regardless of their status, all left knowingly.

After half an hour, the clubhouse boss hurriedly arrived.

Feihong Golf Course actually belonged to the Liang Family. More accurately, the boss was Liang Yu's Uncle Liang Shi.

He agreed to rent the venue to him both out of respect for Liang Yu and out of respect for Chen Yi himself.

Hearing that a serious brawl had occurred, he was naturally very unhappy.

But after asking about the cause and course of the matter, Liang Shi's thoughts changed again.

He grabbed the manager and said: "You now organize 10 people to serve Chen Yi exclusively; for this half month, he is our only guest."

"Rent out the venue for half a month?"

"Give him the venue to use, and renovate the main hall." Liang Shi pointed to the ceiling and floor, saying: "It was renovated two or three years ago, and it already felt old; I've just been unwilling to close for renovation. Go find a few design companies, work overtime, and try to finish it in 15 days."

After telling the manager, he loudly said to all employees: "Everyone performed very well; those who came today, each person gets a 1000 yuan bonus."

Unlike Liang Yu, Liang Shi was not a child valued much in his family. He was not liked by his parents since childhood; after growing up, he played around for a few years and missed the best time to enter politics.

In Jiangning, although money brought power, after all, it wasn't his own power.

Moreover, his money wasn't enough to ignore the status of Main Hall Deputy Department-level officials. In fact, he had always relied on a few brothers to resell document approvals and other political resources, doing some passable business. Although he was imposing outside, when he returned home, he still had to tuck his tail and behave.

Now that he had a chance to connect with the Chen Family, he naturally didn't care about any small loss.

Finding a relatively quiet corner, Liang Shi poured himself some tea water and waited for Chen Yi to come out.

This wait lasted most of the day, and the waiters coming and going kept glancing over.

In their impression, aside from accompanying high officials, the Boss didn't much like sitting in the waiting hall.

Around six in the afternoon, the Raptor's roar sounded again.

Liang Shi had just stood up when he saw a red pickup truck charging straight at the lounge's floor-to-ceiling glass.

That floor-to-ceiling window corridor originally meant for enjoying the scenery now seemed designed for watching a horror movie.

Two waiters fled in terror from the front direction of the pickup truck.

The pickup truck continued forward until half a meter from the floor-to-ceiling window, then switched from full speed to emergency braking.

The Raptor let out a piercing friction sound and stopped right by the floor-to-ceiling window.

A whiff of burnt rubber rose up.

Liang Shi hurriedly went up to meet it.

Chen Yi excitedly jumped out of the cab, wrinkled his nose, smiled at the once-seen Uncle Liang, took no more than two steps forward, then suddenly muttered suspiciously to himself: "Pineapple, are your tires made of real rubber?"

"Basically."

"This little wear produces such a strong smell — I used the Knight Spear to brake, right?"

"Correct." The little lizard's face didn't redden, heart didn't race.

In fact, a pickup truck's big face is red to begin with, so nothing could be seen.

Chen Yi's brow furrowed deeper: "This smell doesn't seem like pure rubber smell, does it?"

The little lizard spoke in a quite formal tone, very unhappy: "Master, you're only allowed to fart on my back, but I'm not allowed to fart in a place with fresh air and beautiful environment?"

"Just two double-layer floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and you're scared shitless?" Chen Yi exposed its true colors with one sentence.

The Raptor's front big red looked even deeper.

"Mr. Chen." Liang Shi came out to welcome him.

Now, those who addressed Chen Yi this way were all elders with private connections.

Chen Yi laughed heartily and shook hands with him: "Sorry, made a mess of your venue."

"Not at all, the customer is God, play however you like here." Both aristocratic scions, Liang Shi appeared far more humble.

Great families — not everyone lives free and easy.

Except for a few only-son second-generation heirs, any family proliferated three or four generations has at least seven or eight young people, even dozens.

Among these, those with closest status, whom the old master likes, whom the old madam likes belong to the first rank, able to live like second-generation heirs; the rest naturally rank lower. Like Liang Shi, ordinary status, didn't like studying in youth, an unlikable fellow — plenty of them past thirty with nothing achieved, relying on surname to swindle outside, income not necessarily much stronger than high-end white-collars, plus large expenses, no peace day or night.

Recalling now, if given another chance, Liang Shi would definitely be willing to be a good child, circle around grandpa and grandma daily, wait until university graduation, unhesitatingly follow the optimal path chosen by parents, climb step by step toward the peak of officialdom and society's peak, then laugh loudly at home like today's cousins, exert oneself in the office.

Unfortunately, he was self-righteous back then, wandered outside for years, deluded into making movies, tricking young starlets into living with him. Family didn't value him either, so let his nature run; three to five years later, hadn't tricked many starlets, couldn't even survive himself. Returned to family for rescue, could only take over family business, become part of the Liang Family's blood-transfusion machine — unlike Chen Father Chen Congyu, Liang Shi took over a finished product company, status and say truly not great.

At home, Liang Shi's status is far inferior to Liang Yu, half his age.

Seeing Chen Yi increasingly thriving in Jiangning at this moment, Liang Shi exerted himself to curry favor, also wanting to jump out of the circle, walk a new path.

Chen Yi has Chen Congyu's genes, a born businessman good at communication. No matter who, as long as he's willing, he can talk together.

Right now because of the little lizard he was smiling, attitude naturally gentle.

Liang Shi saw an opening, so eagerly said: "Mitsubishi has always been arrogant in Jiangbei. This time Mr. Chen cleaned them up good; their security corps, at least ten days to half a month, can't come out."

Watching Chen Yi's expression, Liang Shi judged: "I have a method to make them stay put even longer."

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