Chapter 74: Taking the Unconventional Path, Screw the Rules!

Whether I hand over the person or not seems to have nothing to do with the word 'ability'.

What? I, Li Hengbo, am demanding the person from you—you better hand them over! This isn't about ability, so what is it? Bravely admit you can't, I won't mock you.

Cough cough, here I should recite a line of poetry:

Life is like fluff before the wind—joy sparse, sorrow sparse, all like duckweed dots on the Lian River.

Li Hengbo clearly hasn't realized that sorrow or joy are merely sparse embellishments in life; he hasn't realized life is like drifting fluff—brief and soon to scatter with the wind.

One moment of pride, and his tail shoots straight up.

Lin Dongfan lit a cigarette, thinking it over, he restrained the urge to blow secondhand smoke in Li Hengbo's face, mainly because he didn't want to indulge this ungrateful son, who isn't worthy of inhaling his grandfather's secondhand smoke.

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you today—get lost."

"You angry? You frustrated? Good, hahaha—death by a thousand cuts, who cuts whom? Your suffering, Lin Dongfan, has only just begun, so endure it!"

The sneering died down; seeing Lin Dongfan silent and expressionless, Li Hengbo's smug smile reached its peak.

It felt as if his long-held wish to bind Lin Dongfan to the torture rack had finally been fulfilled.

All that remained was to slowly cut the flesh.

No rush.

"Take them!"

As he turned to leave, Li Hengbo waved his hand grandly.

He raised his tone so high, obviously also to prove he was tougher than Lin Dongfan, able to come and go freely in the Anti-Corruption Bureau's station, taking whoever he wanted.

The two forest police beside him were also well-behaved.

No matter how high he raised his tone on the words 'take them', in actual execution he always used a supporting motion.

Like a filial son and grandson, he carefully supported Yin Tiesheng.

When they reached the guesthouse entrance, he specially reminded Yin Tiesheng to watch his step, fearing any mishap would be hard to explain later.

Tang Xia, who had been holding back from speaking, couldn't help but spit: 'Pah! What nonsense!'

"He's not even a thing."

Lin Dongfan took a puff of smoke with a smile, his expression calm, already decided to screw the rules!

When I tried to reason with them about the rules, they played hooligans and resorted to violence—snatching the portrait by force.

I put psychological pressure on the fame-seeking Yin Lao gou, yet they came running back to lecture me about rules and law, forcibly taking Yin Lao gou away through the system!

From today on, I will no longer stick to the old ways!

No longer playing by the usual tactics!

Exterminate completely!

A person's luck is like a phone signal—sometimes strong, sometimes weak.

Now Li Hengbo's luck is at full bars—so what?

Killing him is as easy as flipping a hand!

Arguing is pointless too.

After Grandfather uses extreme means to destroy the Executive Gang, this ungrateful son will naturally be like a stray dog with nowhere to rely on.

Then let this ungrateful son inherit his miserable fate from a past life, throw him in prison to wear out the bottom of his cell—that would be satisfying!

Lin Dongfan ordered Tang Xia and Zhang Xiaoguang:

"You two haven't rested in a while—today I'm giving you a day off. Those who want to chase girls, go chase girls; those who need to go home to see wife and kids, go see wife and kids."

"Our superiors have given us a death order to close the case in three months—take a day off?" Tang Xia turned to Zhang Xiaoguang, puzzled: "Is the boss out of his mind?"

Zhang Xiaoguang nodded in agreement: "Probably he's gone mad; normally there shouldn't be holidays."

"What's going on with you two?"

Lin Dongfan eyed Tang Xia and Zhang Xiaoguang doubtfully: "Are you addicted to being oxen and horses? Lacking the element of defiance in the Five Phases, or just born to be lowly? Take the benefits and shut up—where does all this nonsense come from?"

"You're the one born to be lowly."

Zhang Xiaoguang raised himself in the posture of a humble gentleman, head high and chest out, and walked away.

As Tang Xia was leaving, he patted Lin Dongfan's shoulder, bidding farewell with a sense of righteousness: "I seemed to hear a voice saying you lack the element of defiance in the Five Phases, but no matter—I'll pretend I didn't hear it. Take care."

"Get lost, calf."

Seeing Tang Xia off, Lin Dongfan didn't give himself a day off but went straight to Shang Clan Media Company.

Now the Executive Gang's countermeasures keep emerging, and moreover, Nanzhou's top figure Gao Peng also leans toward the Executive Gang for various reasons.

The obstacles facing the special task force are no longer trivial.

Mountains press down one after another, leaving no chance to breathe; if we still cling to old ways, it will be ourselves who die.

To win this battle, we can only take an unconventional approach.

The founder of Shang Clan Media, Shang Keqing, is exactly the sword Lin Dongfan seeks—a blade capable of sealing a throat with a single strike.

Shang Keqing used to be the deputy director of Nanzhou City's Publicity Department.

Later, after offending the Executive Gang's Yin Qiurong and others, he was sidelined in officialdom, saw no future in a career where the top was visible, and thus abandoned office for business.

He leveraged the media resources and social connections he had accumulated in the Publicity Department.

He founded Shang Clan Media.

Its main businesses include commercial performances, media planning, public relations promotion, film and television production, and talent services.

In just two short years, Shang Keqing is now a multimillionaire.

However…

The reason Shang Keqing could make Shang Clan Media thrive is that he holds evidence of Yin Qiurong's crimes.

Otherwise, given Yin Qiurong's exterminating nature, she would have already destroyed Shang Clan Media.

It would be impossible to give Shang Keqing a chance to turn things around.

Damn it! You're forcing me to repay an eye for an eye.

You helped my mortal enemy Li Hengbo get up, and I'll pull your thorn out of the mountain—makes perfect sense! Just wait to die, you bastards; if I disregard the system's rules and crush you trash, I won't even need three months!

Lin Dongfan stood at the entrance of Shang Clan Media's headquarters.

He gazed into the distance.

He couldn't help but feel a certain respect for Shang Keqing; this place used to be the Telecom Building, after the telecom company moved out, they leased the building to Shang Clan Media.

After a renovation, the run-down building was transformed into a fashionable landmark.

Shang Keqing knows how to put waste to good use.

That suits my taste.

Lin Dongfan gave a faint smile, straightened his clothes, and strode steadily into Shang Clan Media's headquarters.

No wonder it's a media company aiming to lead the entertainment industry—inside and out it exudes a fashionable vibe; the front desk attendant is also very pretty, her poise matching that of any female star.

Hello, sir, may I ask who you're looking for?

I'm looking for your President Shang.

May I ask if you have an appointment?

Official business.

Lin Dongfan flashed his work ID.

Probably the three words "Anti-Corruption Bureau" frightened the front desk attendant; her expression clearly showed some nervousness, as she wondered what President Shang might have done wrong.

She quickly gestured and greeted Lin Dongfan: "Hello, Mr. Lin, please wait in the VIP reception room for a moment; I'll let them know."

Sure.

Guided by the front desk attendant, Lin Dongfan first went to the VIP reception room to rest.

The attendant brewed Lin Dongfan a cup of coffee and placed several entertainment magazines in front of him to pass the time.

I heard Shang Clan Media has signed over a dozen entertainers.

I don't know whether it's true or not.

Lin Dongfan had no interest in flipping through the magazines; he just kept staring at the doorway, hoping to run into a current superstar—and if he could meet his wife's idol, all the better, he could get an autograph to take home and sweet-talk his wife.

At home, that sweet-but-naive girl not only loves dancing, but occasionally dreams of becoming a superstar.