Chapter 81: You Don't Know Shit, Double Rib Stab

Want to pull a big job?

Also eradicate them completely?

When Zhang Yong heard those two lines from Lin Dongfan, the first thing that popped into his mind was a string of exclamation marks; he couldn't imagine what would happen tonight.

He had invited Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing to Emperor King No. 1 just to return a favor and have some fun, never dreaming things would blow up this big.

He had invited Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing to Emperor King No. 1 just to return a favor and have some fun, never dreaming things would blow up this big.

He had never been to such a place before, and knew nothing about the background of Emperor Imperial No. 1.

Just now, after putting Manager Feng in the police car, he took the chance to interrogate him a while and learned that the boss of Emperor Imperial No. 1 is Yin Jiujiu, who in Nanzhou is also a figure who can call the wind and summon the rain.

In Nanzhou's official circles, Mr. Yin—Yin Qiuhong—is the younger sister of Yin Jiujiu.

The deputy chief of Changming Sub-bureau, Jiang Kecheng, is Yin Jiujiu's brother-in-law. Their wives are a pair of identical twin sisters.

The director of Nanzhou's State-owned Assets Commission, Xu Jian, also has a deep relationship with Yin Jiujiu.

It is said that back then Yin Jiujiu was able to acquire this state-owned assets building at a low price, remodel it into today's Emperor Imperial Building, and open a large hotel and KTV, all thanks to Xu Jian's help.

With Yin Jiujiu's connections and resources, things in Nanzhou were originally as stable as an old dog.

Now Lin Dongfan says he wants to eradicate them completely!

It's obvious that anyone connected with Yin Qiuhong falls within Lin Dongfan's hunting range! And Lin Dongfan daringly drawing his sword openly must surely have important clues in hand.

This time, those around Yin Qiuhong probably won't die, but they'll at least lose a layer of skin.

Thinking this, Zhang Yong also felt a bit of admiration for his captain Yang Qing, who was cooperating wholeheartedly with Lin Dongfan's sword-drawing—also textbook officialdom wisdom.

Yang Qing and Lin Dongfan!

One holds criminal investigation authority, the other anti-corruption investigation authority; the two join forces strongly, complementing each other's shortcomings in power domains, nearly flawless.

Doing this both fulfills the other and fulfills oneself.

Joining hands to achieve merit and establish a career.

"You two big shots are so in sync; can I, Zhang Yong, hold you back?"

"Shouldn't..."

"Right now, mainly because I'm new here, I don't yet know you two well."

"So..."

"I can't immediately understand your mood of belting songs in the KTV."

"Give me a bit more time."

"It won't take long."

"By then, just a glance from you and I'll know whether you want to take a shit or fart, and I'll definitely have your diapers wet and ready."

"If I can't hold it, it's on me."

……

Walking from the Huayin Pavilion private room to the KTV lobby, Zhang Yong's inner monologue never stopped.

In the end he summed it up in seven characters: follow the big shots and you'll get meat to eat.

Once he reaches the pinnacle of life, it'll be his ex-wife's turn to regret her duodenum—divorce feels great for a moment, then chasing her husband ends up in a crematorium! Let her slowly regret.

The more he thought about it, the calmer Zhang Yong's mood became.

He waved at the two idle police officers in the KTV lobby: "Brothers, come over a moment and follow me to guard the entrance of the underground wine cellar."

"Guard the wine cellar for what?" one of the brothers asked.

Zhang Yong handed out two cigarettes: "Whatever the superiors say, we do; don't ask so much. Treat it as a crime scene—no one may enter without superior approval."

Not long after.

The boss of Emperor Imperial No. 1, Yin Jiujiu, rushed over in a hurry.

Yin Jiujiu is also under forty, clutching a black briefcase under his arm, medium build, his whole body exuding a wealthy, imposing confidence.

At this moment, music still echoed in the Huayin Pavilion private room.

Yang Qing was singing 'Love the Country More Than the Beauty', Lin Dongfan sat on the sofa playing a mobile game. As soon as Yin Jiujiu entered, he pulled the power cord of the audiovisual equipment, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

But this had no effect whatsoever on Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan kept his head lowered.

He was focused on playing a currently popular mobile game—Fruit Ninja. His fingers swiped across the screen at lightning speed, the sound of slicing fruit most pleasant.

Before, the music was loud, so Yang Qing couldn't hear the game sounds.

He had thought Lin Dongfan was chatting with someone about work.

Only now did he realize.

This guy actually sat there slicing fruit the whole time.

Yang Qing shot him a contemptuous glance, then turned to Yin Jiujiu: "I was halfway through my song, you pulled the power cord—is this the service attitude of your Emperor Imperial No. 1?"

"Cut the crap, what the hell do you want?!"

Yin Jiujiu's aura was plenty strong.

He didn't even glance at Lin Dongfan, his eyes locked on Yang Qing, who held law enforcement authority.

Yang Qing replied calmly: "It's obvious—I'm here waiting for you. Arrest people, seal off Emperor Imperial No. 1—just that."

"You surnamed Yang, do you know what you're doing?"

Yin Jiujiu poked Yang Qing's shoulder blade with his finger, suddenly raising his voice in anger: "Is it your leader who didn't teach you how to do things, or did a donkey kick your brain? You damn…"

"Try poking again."

Before Yin Jiujiu could finish, Yang Qing had already drawn his gun and pressed it against Yin Jiujiu's lower jaw.

Yin Jiujiu was jerked upward by the poke, his tone also dropping a lot: "You pull out a weapon at the drop of a hat—look at your little promise, dare you sit down and talk properly?"

"The two kinds of people I hate most in my life: those who snatch my mic, and those who pull my power cord so I can't finish my song!"

As he spoke, Yang Qing had already pulled out the handcuffs and flung them onto Yin Sijiu's wrist.

While locking the wrist, he said: "Sorry, you're the second type; go squat by the wall, you're no longer qualified to sit down and talk properly with me."

"Just handcuffs? You're cuffing me like this?"

Yin Sijiu looked bewildered, seemingly still unaware of what had happened.

He lowered his head to glance at the cold handcuffs.

He lifted his head and fired off a soul‑four‑linked question at Yang Qing: "Shouldn't you give me a reason? On what grounds are you cuffing me? Did I patronize your mother? Or sell your sister?"

"You've desecrated the law!"

Yang Qing spread the fingers of his right hand, pressed against Yin Sijiu's large face, and gave a casual push.

Yin Sijiu stumbled back to the wall.

Yang Qing pointed at the ground and ordered: "Squat."

"Unlock the handcuffs for me." Yin Sijiu not only refused to squat, but stretched both hands toward Yang Qing: "At the Changming Branch, what rank do you hold? You're getting too full of yourself. Your deputy bureau chief Jiang Kecheng is probably already at the KTV entrance. Now I'm giving you a chance, not you giving me face, got it……"

"Noisy!"

Without letting Yin Sijiu finish, Yang Qing executed a Yang-style back throw, slamming him to the ground.

"My face, my face! You fucking let go."

Yin Sijiu howled on the ground, wanting to struggle but couldn't muster any strength.

Both hands were cuffed.

His head was firmly pressed to the floor by Yang Qing.

Yang Qing turned his head and asked Lin Dongfan: "Should we wait for all the fish to gather before casting the net, or cast it now?"

"Don't make noise."

Lin Dongfan kept his head down, focused on playing a mobile game; with a swipe of his finger, the crisp sound of a cold weapon accompanied a flash of cold light, slicing the fruit in half.

"The meaning of 'don't make noise' is just wait a bit longer?"

Yang Qing pondered to himself.

At that moment, Yin Sijiu, pressed to the ground, also voiced his realization: "I get it—Lin Dongfan has repeatedly had me fall into his sister's hands; you want to turn the tables for Lin Dongfan, so you came to mess with me!"

"Messing with your sister is about all you're good for; I have no interest in that."

Yang Qing knelt, pressing down on Yin Sijiu's back, one hand holding his head, the other pinching a cigarette, speaking calmly: "Believe me, you're really just cannon fodder, but you're not innocent at all."

Yin Sijiu wildly flung out his wisdom of turning sides:

"Lin Dongfan is your brother, right?"

"Others stab their brothers in the ribs for them, but he's stabbing you twice! Dragging you into a fire pit—isn't that just a puff? The sound of a knife thrust."

"Being human, you really can't be too foolish."

"He has a father-in-law backing him and still can't get ahead—what do you have? Listen to my advice: you have nothing, bare-assed looking for a position in the bureaucracy—what do you have?"

"You're still foolishly helping him show off."

"What is cannon fodder? You are cannon fodder. Don't be stupid, hurry up and let go. This floor is pretty cold; my face is about to go numb—if you let go now, it's still not too late."

"Wait a bit; when your Deputy Bureau Chief Jiang arrives, I can intercede for you."