Chapter 477: Arresting Guo Lichun

It was 8:30 p. m.

Lin Dongfan led Jian Sining and other anti-corruption officers out of the Hai'an Guoji Dajiudian, like a leopard swiftly striking in the dark night.

At that moment, Guo Lichun's special car had just arrived at the gate of the luxurious villa.

The car came to a halt.

Secretary Zhang Nan asked anxiously, "Mayor Guo, Zheng Canghai has been arrested, Li Yongyuan has also been suspended—are the higher-ups plotting a big crackdown?"

Guo Lichun smirked contemptuously at the mention of it.

He replied leisurely, "That brat Chen Shaokang was transferred to the Provincial Department and promoted three ranks in a row, then came after the Zheng father and son, causing Li Yongyuan's suspension too. He's just trying to get revenge on the Zhengs and Li Yongyuan—nothing but a conceited clown. He thinks he can pull off a big sweep in Haishan, but he's still far from ready."

"I'm just afraid there's a big shot in the province backing him."

Zhang Nan pushed up his glasses.

He continued, "He was moved to the Provincial Department while suspended and somehow managed three promotions in a row—this is utterly bizarre."

"The higher his profile, the faster he'll die."

Chuckling, Guo Lichun pulled out his backup phone and sent an order to Chen Yongnian of the Sea Dragon Association: "Take them to see Mother Ancestor—you shall be the Dragon King!"

These eleven short words each exuded a terrifying confidence.

In Guo Lichun's view, breaking the deadlock was that simple: just eliminate Chen Shaokang and the already-arrested Chen Canghai father and son, and Haishan's order would instantly return to normal.

From beginning to end, they never imagined that Fan Donglin was the true mastermind behind the scenes.

After receiving Chen Yongnian's reply, Guo Lichun felt relieved, leisurely got out of the car and said, "Go back first; come pick me up at eight tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Zhang Nan watched Guo Lichun enter the luxurious villa.

As he turned the car around to head back, just as he drove to the neighborhood entrance, three local-plate government vehicles suddenly surrounded him, forcing his car to stop.

Zhang Nan rolled down the window.

He stuck his head out and shouted, "Which unit are you from? You blind dogs, I'm Mayor Guo's secretary, Zhang Nan—move out of the way…"

He hadn't finished yelling.

Two anti-corruption agents had already flung open his car door, dragged him out, and slapped handcuffs on him—so fast it took less than a minute.

Zhang Nan panicked and yelled, "What are you doing? Did you arrest the wrong person? I'm Mayor Guo's secretary, Zhang Nan—on what grounds are you arresting me…"

"It's you we're arresting!"

Jian Sining walked over and flashed an arrest warrant.

"You… you're from the… Provincial Anti-Corruption Bureau?"

When he saw the issuing authority on the warrant, Zhang Nan's legs went weak, he wet himself, and his voice trembled.

Jian Sining coldly ordered, "Take him away!"

Within less than two minutes, Zhang Nan was shoved into the vehicle.

He couldn't understand: wasn't everything under Mayor Guo's control? Why did the Provincial Anti-Corruption Bureau suddenly strike?

If he had seen Lin Dongfan sitting in the car, he would have suddenly understood.

But Lin Dongfan had no intention of getting out.

A lowly secretary wasn't worthy of him personally stepping out to greet.

Jian Sining ordered her subordinates to first take Zhang Nan back.

She herself then got into Lin Dongfan's car, smiling, "Another piss‑pants wretch—ferocious as a tiger before arrest, but cringing like a sick cat afterward."

Lin Dongfan merely smiled, said nothing, and directly told the driver to drive off.

The next arrest target was Guo Lichun.

Just after Guo Lichun entered the luxurious villa, his mistress sat on his lap and cooed, "All I want is a yacht—it's not that expensive."

"What do you need it for?" Guo Lichun advised, "The sea is windy and wavy; you only go out once or twice a year, not every day. Spending tens of millions on a yacht just for those few outings is unnecessary. If you want to go out, you can rent one."

"No, I want a private yacht."

The mistress clung to Guo Lichun's neck; even though he was several years older than her father, she felt no disgust.

She whined incessantly, "My elementary school classmates all have big ships. You don't know—hers is as imposing as a warship, terrifying people. I never asked you to buy that huge ship; I just want a small yacht, which isn't too much. At class reunions, you can't let me lose face."

"Your classmates have big ships? Who?" Guo Lichun blinked in confusion.

The mistress, face full of vinegar, said, "Who else? It's Chen Xiaoyu from the fishing village. She latched onto the big shot Fan Donglin and instantly rose to phoenix status. You're a mayor, after all—surely you can't let Fan Donglin outshine you? I'm your woman; why should I lose to a little fishergirl?"

"Who says I can't outshine Fan Donglin? He's just a small-time merchant, not even worthy to hold my shoes." Upon mentioning Fan Donglin, Guo Lichun's anger flared.

The mistress's eyes lit up: "So you've agreed?"

"Buy, buy, buy—it's just a yacht. Anything you want, I can pluck the stars from the sky for you! Come on, baby, you're about to suffocate me."

Before his words faded, Guo Lichun's hand had already slipped into the secret garden and pulled off a lace thong.

As Guo Lichun, lustful as a wolf, was busy readying his gun and mounting the horse, the ajar grand door was kicked open, and Lin Dongfan led a team of anti-corruption agents inside.

"Mayor Guo, what fine taste—you still have the mood to eat tender grass as an old ox."

Lin Dongfan's mocking laugh instantly shattered the hall's amorous atmosphere.

Guo Lichun hastily shoved the mistress off his lap, rose, and glared at Lin Dongfan and company: "Who let you in? Get out!"

Today Lin Dongfan wore neither casual clothes nor a suit.

Instead, he wore a solemn administrative jacket.

He wore the national emblem on his chest.

Lin Dongfan pointed to the emblem on his chest and chuckled, "Mayor Guo, is your vision poor? You don't even recognize this?"

Guo Lichun stared, his pupils contracting.

Looking at the people behind Lin Dongfan, they were uniformly dressed in formal attire, national emblems on their chests, each exuding righteous vigor.

Guo Lichun, suppressing his anger, asked, "Which unit are you from? The Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission?"

More or less.

Lin Dongfan took out his work ID and arrest warrant at the same time, pinched them together, and showed them to Guo Lichun: "Please come with us."

!!!

Guo Lichun stared at the name, workplace, position and other information on the credentials; the sky felt like it had collapsed, his whole person suddenly as if fallen into a dark pit, tense and angry.

The mistress standing behind him also seemed to catch a whiff of tragedy.

She hurriedly tidied her skirt and hair, feigned calm, and stepped aside: "Director Lin, this matter has nothing to do with me; you guys talk."

Saying that, she turned and tried to slip away.

Lin Dongfan coldly barked: "Seize her!"

Jian Sining heard the sound and acted, stepping forward herself to subdue Guo Lichun's mistress; her speed in producing handcuffs was faster than Guo Lichun's speed in pulling off the mistress's pants.

The mistress instantly panicked, crying out: "Mayor Guo's affair really has nothing to do with me; you want to arrest him, why arrest me?"

"What are you shouting for? You know whether you're wronged or not!"

Jian Sining flung the handcuffs onto Guo Lichun's mistress's wrist without a hint of hesitation.

Throughout the process, Guo Lichun didn't utter a word.

His gaze remained fixed on Lin Dongfan in anger; he never imagined that the chairman of Zhengtong Capital, Fan Donglin, was actually the director of the Provincial Anti-Corruption Bureau.

He had played with eagles his whole life, only to end up pecked blind by an eagle.

Careless!

Guo Lichun coldly threatened Lin Dongfan: "Surname Lin, don't forget how your predecessor died! Now I give you two options: either sit down and talk about profit sharing, or..."

Before he finished speaking, the implication was death!

The only way to survive is to sit down and chat, everyone colluding in corruption together.