Chapter 210

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Fang Yu lost all face in front of his friends, but facing a Mercedes-Benz S600 burning fiercely, his courage seemed to have been burned away as well. Chen Yi had never been a well-behaved child at home; even when he was young, despite being two laps older than Chen Yi, he only took beatings and dared not fight back, because resistance would surely bring super fierce opposition, and the result would inevitably end in his own failure.

Ming An Tu's handsome gaze was now as sharp as a snake, as if he wanted to use them to dig out Chen Yi's heart and liver to roast. He turned his head and saw the embarrassed expressions of the two bodyguards, saw through their fear, and thus did not force them to go up and fight Chen Yi. The car had already burned; beating Chen Yi up would not only be useless but might even suit his wishes. Of course, it would be nice if he could easily beat him up, but Ming An Tu clearly saw Chen Yi pry open the Mercedes-Benz's fuel filler cap with his hand; only those who used the car knew how hard that was.

In the raging fire, Ming An Tu took out his mobile phone and called his father—asking his dad for help was embarrassing, but since he had already been beaten by the little fatty friend, before his weight increased, he could only rely on his dad.

"This matter isn't over." He bent down to pick up a fragment of a jade pendant and said, "This was given to me by Little Xi; I've always kept it in the car..."

Ming An Tu's sorrowful expression made the woman beside him constantly pity him.

Chen Yi gritted his teeth; he called the police uncle on one hand and also called Zhu Guangliang on the other, then contacted the martial arts hall side, asking them to send a small squad over.

Although Jiangbei was dilapidated, it was not far from the center of Binjiang Road; if the Jiangbei Bridge wasn't jammed, they could arrive in twenty minutes. This was also the reason why Mingde Group hastily allied with Mitsubishi Company, wanting to swallow this piece of land cheaply.

If they went through the normal bidding process, Mingde would have to sell itself out; although they could now be considered selling themselves to the Japanese.

Several people said nothing to each other, just standing under the torch in the parking lot, waiting for their respective reinforcements to arrive. The local security guards, seeing this scene, besides reporting upward, were simply unwilling to approach.

Fang Yu was forced to stand beside Chen Yi and said sullenly, "Mingde Group is one of the top private enterprises in the country; a fight over anger isn't worth it."

"It's not a fight over anger."

"What?" Fang Yu suddenly didn't understand, glaring as he said in a low voice, "Were you lying in ambush here long ago?"

"Do you deserve it?" Chen Yi gave him no good face at all and said calmly, "They want to demolish Jiangbei; that won't do."

Fang Yu spat on the ground and said, "Why won't it do?"

"An overpassing dragon wants to eat meat, but can't eat the local snake's meat, right?" Chen Yi gave an inappropriate proportion and said, "Anyway, don't participate in such things in the future."

Fang Yu curled his lips, thinking: Wait until you win the fight before saying that; Mingde is a big group, Uncle Chen taking the field would be about right."

Chen Yi naturally had his reasons.

If the subway's coverage range were upgraded once more, it would be 10 kilometers, almost reaching the range of Jiangnan Wharf; once more would be 20 kilometers, and all of Jiangbei would be covered. The saying "danger at one's bedside" was becoming increasingly prominent.

"Mingde must know what they're doing." Chen Yi thought so.

Fang Yu naturally couldn't understand at all; in his view, even if Chen Group's hand was long, it couldn't reach Jiangbei; it wasn't even a real estate enterprise, and had no intention of operating port wharfs and shipping; the two sides could be said to be silent mutual non-interference.

But Chen Yi's expression was serious; he could only secretly call his father.

Chen Yi saw it but didn't stop him.

The first to arrive were the local police, putting on a show at the accident scene, not asking or speaking, behaving as obediently as public servants.

Chen Yi and Ming An Tu both knew these few had surely received a fence-sitting order, so they simply offended neither side. They didn't pay attention to them, letting them be.

Not long after, four police cars with double flashing lights arrived, and only then did the formal reinforcements appear.

A man in a police uniform with his wind discipline button undone appeared from the second car; Ming An Tu's face turned red then white, thinking: Why isn't it Secretary Deng.

Although he wasn't the person he had sought for help, he still knew Bureau Chief Liu; he warmly went up to meet him, smiling and extending his hand, saying, "Bureau Chief Liu, you've worked hard."

"It's nothing." Bureau Chief Liu scratched his big head, came between Chen Yi and Ming An Tu, and smiled, saying, "I came today just to mediate a bit; you are both young heroes..."

Young Master Ming's face instantly turned black, black as a pot bottom. His hand froze there and wouldn't shake.

A car worth several million was burned, and they still talked about mediation. He gritted his teeth and said, "Bureau Chief Liu, are you trying to tease me?"

"Young Master Ming is truly humorous." Bureau Chief Liu, without changing expression, pulled Ming An Tu away from the position under the torch and said solemnly, "I came because I received a call from Secretary Deng. I know Mingde Group has a very good relationship with Secretary Sun and Secretary Deng, but on this matter, the two of them probably are unwilling to show their faces."

Hearing Deng Ge's name, Ming An Tu's cold expression improved a bit, and he asked, "Does Secretary Deng have some hidden meaning?"

He thought the other party just didn't want to show up directly.

Bureau Chief Liu shook his head secretly and thought: This Ming An Tu is really a young man; he's the eldest young master of an out-of-province private enterprise group, competing in connections with local official families—isn't that asking for trouble? If it weren't for the continuous tributes in the last half year, there would be no need to get involved in this mess at all.

He smiled and said, "No hidden meaning."

"So you're asking me to swallow this mute loss?" Ming An Tu finally understood.

Bureau Chief Liu really wanted to nod and say "yes," but he was the one pushed out to explain the problem; he couldn't help but tug at the buttons on his collar twice and said, "It's not as serious as a mute loss; the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late even after ten years. If you make trouble with Chen Yi in Jiangning, in the end, won't you still be the one to suffer? He now runs a martial arts hall; he's no kind man or faithful woman."

"I'm not either."

"Young Master Ming!" Bureau Chief Liu's tone turned serious, saying, "Do you think I really came to mediate? I came so that you can leave Jiangning safe and sound."

These words were heavy; Ming An Tu said suspiciously, "Does he dare to kill me?"

"He definitely dares to beat you up, break your leg, cut off your Ming family's line." Bureau Chief Liu found the threat effective and pressed on: "Think carefully; under Chen Yi's name, just two financial companies—heard their annual profit is over 1 billion; his family elders are still around; he has money and power; what wouldn't he dare do? Look, he's only 18 this year, exactly the age of hot-headed impulsiveness. We criminal police know best; street slashers have their limits; the most frightening are these stabbing young hotheads—once their temper flares, they don't care whether it's for a woman or 5 yuan; the knife goes straight for the vital spot. What are you fighting him for? Tell me, isn't that the principle?"

His persuasion was entirely to settle the matter peacefully. Logically, Ming An Tu was unwilling to let the matter go, but he was also afraid Chen Yi would "stab him a knife"; the richer one is, the more afraid of death he is. He looked at the two bodyguards behind him and just couldn't feel reassured.

Ming An Tu weighed it repeatedly and thought who else could help; Secretary Sun was unwilling to show up; the biggest connection he knew was Bureau Chief Liu. Or find an official from Southeast Province to show up? The bank definitely couldn't; the provincial government... probably couldn't reach in; Jiangning was a vice-provincial city and had always had strong autonomy...

Thinking this way, he finally understood the principle of the strong dragon versus the local snake. Don't look at Mingde having money and power; in Jiangning they couldn't find a few allies. If it weren't for the cooperation project with Mitsubishi, they couldn't even contact Secretary Sun...

Bureau Chief Liu waited silently; Ming An Tu found City High Official Sun Maosheng, while Chen Yi found Political and Legal High Official Deng Ge; the former even passed the order down to Deng Ge's hands.

Logically, Sun Maosheng's face should carry more weight, but unfortunately Deng Ge was originally part of the Chen Clan's men—yet Sun Maosheng certainly knew that.

A bad account could only rot in the ground; Bureau Chief Liu saw the Mercedes turned into a torch, but what could he do?

Ming An Tu carefully sorted out his connections in Southeast Province and gained almost nothing; he took out his mobile phone, hesitating again and again: Should he call Mitsubishi?

Bureau Chief Liu originally didn't want to get involved; he hoped Ming An Tu had another backer to free himself. But seeing Zhu Guangliang appear, he had to pat Ming An Tu's shoulder and say, "Look over there."

"Who?"

"That one in a suit, blue like baked paint."

"Hmm?"

Bureau Chief Liu looked around, saw no one, then said: "People from Jiangning Security Bureau."

"Damn it." Ming An Tu put away his mobile phone and said: "The Chen Family is this unscrupulous in Jiangning?"

"You haven't seen the truly formidable ones; after all, the Chen Family patriarch has retired. Enough talk; let's go now."

"What are you afraid of? One day you'll beat them into submission." Ming An Tu said it with his mouth, but the bold words he'd spoken before were completely forgotten. He'd stayed in the south for a long time; there were plenty of paths to take there, but in Jiangning he always felt constrained, and after today's events, he didn't want to stay anymore.

He stared at Chen Yi for a while, memorized this face, then got into the police car.

Bureau Chief Liu didn't want to delay even a minute; through the window he greeted Chen Yi, then hurriedly ordered them to drive off.

Leaving the parking lot, they happened to cross paths with three open-top Jeeps, filled with Martial Arts Hall students wearing leather armor; a murderous atmosphere poured from head to toe all the way along.

Body Technique is an art of strengthening the body for war; whether training or using it, it will never be bland and tasteless, silent and soundless.

Lu Xiong looked at Ming An Tu inside the police car with purely clean, even icy eyes.

The latter only felt a chill pour from the top of his head to the soles of his feet; the woman's shouting outside, the bodyguards' shouts, and the mocking airflow in the air all became unimportant.

"This is Chen Yi's Martial Arts Hall?"

"Yes."

"Openly wearing bows and arrows? Crossbows are controlled, right?"

Bureau Chief Liu wiped his face with a wet wipe, wiped the sweat beads off his head clean, and said: "If they're just toy bows and arrows, they're not restricted."

"How could those possibly be toys." Ming An Tu laughed.

Bureau Chief Liu also laughed, saying: "How could they not be toys?"

"That big..."

"They have to be inspected, right?" Bureau Chief Liu said in an enlightening tone: "We're short on manpower, can only do spot checks, haven't gotten to the Martial Arts Hall yet."

Ming An Tu understood, but felt even more troubled.

If the Chen Family's power is this strong, how can Jiangbei Wharf District be carved out?

He invited Fang Yu to breach the wall from the inside, but now he can't even see Fang Yu's people. And he lost a Mercedes-Benz worth over 2 million...

He was troubled, but Sang Chengqiang at the end of the Martial Arts Hall squad felt a surge of excitement: "We're patrolling in front of the police, we're legal!"

This was Sang Chengqiang's only thought at this moment.

Fang Yu also stared at the Martial Arts Hall squad, who knows what was turning in his head. Suddenly his ear hurt, he hissed and turned his face away, but it was Chen Yi saying: "Three days without beating, the roof tiles fly off; let's go see Big Uncle."

After one second of anger, Fang Yu begged for mercy: "Don't... Cousin, I'm begging you."

If Chen Yi weren't holding his ear, he'd be on all fours right now.

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