Chapter 258: Only I Have the Law Chapter 258: The Baton of Intimidation

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Cao Zheng was like an old-time yamen runner, getting excited as he swung his big stick.

The sound of sticks, shouts, and pleas for mercy filled the ears; flesh on buttocks, thighs, and shoulder blades turned red and swollen.

Amidst the misery, the Naked Bear asked softly: "Master, will this affect future recruitment?"

The gentlemen kneeling on the small square of the martial arts hall were equivalent to the next batch of recruits; now they were beaten first and thrashed after, then had their arms bound by ropes and hung up—without resentment it was impossible. By comparison, the students and staff members of the martial arts hall who had participated in the fight, though some had been beaten and hung up as well, were after all the ones who had started the trouble and had hit people themselves, so they were not so wronged and resentful.

Chen Yi said: "It can also make the price of priority admission rights lower."

He guessed that this conflict was almost certainly related to priority admission rights; an admission slot costing 100,000 yuan was, in this era, equivalent to the price of entering a government department, and it would be strange if it didn't come with all sorts of mud. But he didn't want to investigate deeply; after a pause he said: "Remember these people's names and families; later notify them that the martial arts hall will not admit these members who participated in the fighting."

Li Feng, hearing from the side, stuck out his tongue and thought: Sure enough, if you're not a student you have no human rights; these people who wanted to become disciples—where was there any fighting? From beginning to end they were being beaten; Cao Zheng had already broken two wooden sticks as thick as small forearms.

Some students' families were demolition households, inevitably involving the matter of selling priority admission rights. Hearing Chen Yi's words at this moment, they were all somewhat worried in their hearts; if these people were sent back, the money collected would have to be returned, and selling again next time wouldn't fetch such a good price.

But under these circumstances, none of them dared to make a sound, fearing that one misstep would get them kicked out of the martial arts hall again. Inspection Team Members received double salary, equivalent to a monthly income of 12,000 yuan; no one would not want to keep doing it.

Seeing that the martial arts hall had quieted down, Chen Yi pursed his lips and said to the Naked Bear: "Watch closely; clear out several dozen more seats—more people will be coming soon."

"Are they also to be hung up?"

Chen Yi grunted an affirmative and walked out, preparing to go to Zhu Guangliang's place to receive the Koreans. The earlier impact had also stirred his anger; he thought to himself: If the Human Development Research Society doesn't jump out, fine; but if they dare to play around, then I'll pull out all their pawns in Jiangning and Southeast Province.

When names are rectified, words are in order; for an organization naturally opposed to the government, he truly had this capacity for action.

The Naked Bear followed behind with his head tilted back, calculating where he could make space. How big was the second floor altogether? Hanging up four or five hundred people was like a scene from a human slaughterhouse; to make space for several dozen more people, some would have to be stacked horizontally.

After stepping out, light drizzle gradually fell, but the wind had died down.

There weren't many cars on the road; Chen Yi drove fast, making the little lizard cheer in bursts. It now increasingly identified itself as a raptor or a mount, and there was no helping it—if the Holy Knight Ape didn't hold back during every training session, then under the stick not only filial sons are produced, but also a sense of identification.

After passing Binjiang Road came Luan on the south bank, dense with office buildings; a hundred years ago this place was a thick reed marsh, where one could wade through water and catch live fish weighing five jin; as for now, if you floored the accelerator and released the handbrake, driving along the sidewalk, you could knock down five directors in one go, one of whom would have to carry the title of "Senior."

Jin Douna and her non-sibling Koreans had originally been detained at the Airport Sub-bureau; Chen Yi made a vague phone call, and Deng Ge nimbly left behind an unlikable Deputy Bureau Chief while he himself avoided the situation. Not long after, Zhu Guangliang came with his men to take the people, without even a document in hand—of course no document could be left; who knew how big this matter would blow up, and if it really caused a deterioration in relations between the two countries, whoever wrote the document would die. However, if one thought about it from a good angle, if the matter didn't blow up, then it didn't matter.

The Deputy Bureau Chief left at the Airport Sub-bureau was a connection-hire; not only had he not attended police academy, he hadn't really handled specific business either. He insisted on transfer procedures, but was firmly rebuffed by Zhu Guangliang. At such a time, if it were someone else, they might smash a table and insist on doing things by the rules, in which case Zhu Guangliang would have to snatch the people by force.

Thanks to the Deputy Bureau Chief's bureaucratic habits, no one wanted to offend him; he loosened his grip between his fingers, pretended to storm off angrily to the office. When narrow roads meet, the brave win; the remaining people couldn't withstand the badge of the Security Department, and he was just allowed to take the people away, leaving no procedures at all.

Needless to say, when the investigation team comes to arrest people later, they can only target this clever Deputy Bureau Chief. Going down another level, without a signed witness statement, unless they can bully the Chen Family, then it ends here.

Chen Yi wore a Listening Scroll all over his body, circled twice, confirmed no one was following, then parked his car in the ground parking lot of the Old Luan Building. A Level 6 Listening Scroll could pick up faint sounds within a range of up to two kilometers; combined with the analysis of an Intelligence Scroll, Chen Yi could know whether there were vehicles with the same engine sound following him within two kilometers. It is well known that no two car engines are exactly the same; in professional factories, engineers use various instruments to analyze engine sounds, but he used a Listening Scroll, and there were too many cars to distinguish, leaving him somewhat flustered.

He took the stairs up to the twelfth floor; the interior of the old office building had a dripping, yin coldness. Chen Yi added an Agility Scroll to himself, put on a fifty-centimeter-thick Qi Cover, then entered the innermost part, looking at the bright peephole indicating safety on the anti-theft door, and knocked with the signal of three long and two short; in his heart he couldn't help but feel a magical sensation—wasn't this exactly what spy life was like?

The one who opened the door was not Zhu Guangliang, but a student-looking fool, plus a short-haired burly man in his thirties, clearly a Special Forces type, with solid muscles all over, thick enough to cut three steaks.

"Where are the people?" Chen Yi asked directly.

The short-haired man silently pointed behind him and casually drew a Type 92 Pistol with a silencer. The fool student was even more fierce; he extended his right hand and swiftly drew a Type 97 Riot Gun, simultaneously beginning to load it skillfully. 18.4mm was twice that of a pistol, and even thicker.

Chen Yi's eyesight was good; he saw that the man was hiding the shotgun in a wooden crate under his buttocks; although the loading motion was quite beautiful, he still had to ask: "What do you want to do?"

He didn't know the difference between a riot gun and a shotgun, but even firing blank rounds, this thing would probably be dangerous.

The student said inexplicably: "Aren't you here to take people away?"

"Yes."

The student pointed to himself, then to the short-haired burly man, and said: "There are only two of us; we can't escort forty people."

"Are there really forty people?"

"Of course; there are buses waiting outside." The student hadn't finished speaking when he fired through the door crack—one shot, two shots, three shots...

"Tear gas grenades." He explained casually, then finished off the remaining two shots.

Small aluminum bottles smoked inside the room; violent coughing, cursing, and door-banging sounds never ceased.

Chen Yi's tense fist relaxed; he thought, if you were any slower, you'd be going to the hospital.

His tone was unfriendly as he said: "Need five shots?"

"Time is tight; we didn't get 38mm ones; this gun's tear gas effect is poor, it burns out in a few seconds, and if it's too fine it won't work." The student smiled as he began checking his watch, counted thirty sounds, then started loading again while pressing the exhaust fan button.

It was clear he didn't care much for Chen Yi. The little ghosts of Yanwang Hall cared neither for heaven nor earth; they were truly more fearless of taboos than God.

Chen Yi snorted through his nose and walked into the room first.

Everyone was handcuffed, most bending over coughing; two in poor health were even lying on the ground vomiting, a pitiful sight.

Jin Douna was indeed among them; she protected her cousin and another girl, standing on the right side near the door, where there was slightly more ventilation, but they had inhaled quite a bit of tear gas and were miserable at this moment. Fortunately, both she and Jin Zhongji had received special training and were not completely powerless.

She saw Chen Yi, but only blinked twice and dared not show any expression. Because Chen Yi's cold-faced look was something she had never seen before.

However one said it, Jin Douna was from a secret organization; although her rank was relatively low, the influence in her family was enough for her to understand the current situation.

"Chen Yi suspects I've betrayed him!"

In that instant, Jin Douna felt like crying. She felt wronged and also blamed herself: sneaking off to steal Li Xiumei behind Chen Yi's back, and having a conflict with the Chamber of Commerce controlled by organization member Liu Chengyou—being suspected was almost inevitable.

"I should have left a safety document." Jin Douna kept her head down, only hoping Liu Xinyu could come forward to clear her name, or that some senior Chamber of Commerce member would spill all the information.

She could endure the strong reaction to tear gas, but the ordinary staff members of the Korean Chamber of Commerce and the Korean thugs acting as enforcers did not have such ability; they cried while coughing, coughed while vomiting, busy to no end.

The student didn't care, pulling them out one by one, counting the number, and said: "We're done, right?"

"I didn't bring people; you and him, help me send them." Today's Chen Yi was full of violent factors, his words carrying fire.

The student was stunned, then smiled: "The boss never said we had to escort them."

Chen Yi licked his lips and stared at him without speaking.

Actually, he could send them alone, or call Zhu Guangliang to resolve the matter, but he was now displeased by the student's disregard for him, and combined with mental tension, he actually developed killing intent.

In that instant, the student felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar. By the time he had the strength to swallow his saliva, Chen Yi had also withdrawn his killing intent.

The short-haired man holstered his pistol and began helping check everyone's handcuffs. The student also kept his head down, pointing the riot gun loaded with bean bag rounds at the crowd. This thing was very effective indoors; it was a non-lethal weapon. Of course, if it weren't for the identity of foreign friends, they would certainly be facing 12-gauge shotguns.

The two guards surrendered silently.

What followed was much simpler: Chen Yi had the student drive the bus, taking everyone to the Martial Arts Hall, then hanging them all on the second floor. Jin Douna and her two companions were taken to the Hall Master's office on the fourth floor. During this process, unless someone successfully tailed him, it was hard to discover he had contacted Jin Douna—at least in a short time, their mutual relationship could not be investigated.

"Hall Master, what about these people?" Cao Zheng held his fourth wooden stick, meaningful.

"Block all their mouths, thirty Killing Intent Sticks each." Chen Yi went upstairs by himself.

Jin Douna, Jin Zhongji, and Li Xiumei were still handcuffed at this time.

"Say it, what's the situation." Chen Yi pulled over a chair and sat down, his expression unprecedentedly serious.

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