Chapter 895: The lights are on, but the person is ruined

Mayor, watch out! This bastard has a knife!

Lao Ba's voice exploded in the darkness.

Immediately after, Huang Jinrong's anguished cry rang out: "Oh wuu!! … I cao! Who said I have a knife? You fucking cut it out in this dark… uh!! …"

God gave Huang Jinrong a great smoky voice, but he used it to imitate the wail of killing a New Year pig.

As a result, he could barely speak coherently.

Uh!! … Lin Dongfan, I cao your ancestors! You fucking… uh!! … broken… broken, my hand is about to be cut off…

Which hand was holding the knife?

I don't have a knife at all!

Still being tough!

Uh!! … Damn, you actually stole my peach! I cao…

You dare to assassinate the mayor and still try to turn the tables!

Oh wuu!!

……

The fighting sounds in the darkness clinked like ping-pong, with the sound of a broken LCD display, and also the sound of a tea table being knocked over and a glass shattering on the floor.

But what was truly shocking was Huang Jinrong's continuous anguished screams.

Listening closely, one could hear the muffled thuds of fists and feet hitting flesh in the darkness, accompanied by Huang Jinrong's shrill yet muffled pained grunts; the two sounds blended perfectly!

The whole process lasted four or five minutes.

When the anguished cries finally ceased, the whole world fell silent. God seemed to know that a world without light is imperfect, so with a 'pop', He sent electricity.

The lights came on.

Only Lin Dongfan was seen sitting cross-legged on the leather sofa, holding a freshly lit Hua Zi cigarette, slowly puffing out smoke.

His condition was quite good.

His suit was crisp, his hair neat, and he wore a faint smile.

It seemed he hadn't moved his butt from start to finish.

Meanwhile, Huang Jinrong lay sprawled on the floor, his face bruised and swollen, blood streaks at the corners of his mouth, and his right eye—so weak it couldn't withstand a single blow—swollen shut.

Huang Jinrong tried to get up, but after two attempts he simply couldn't.

Mainly because Lao Ba had his right wrist pinned under his foot.

He couldn't move at all.

Damn, you said you didn't have a knife—what is this?! Lao Ba angrily looked down at the helplessly struggling Huang Jinrong.

Huang Jinrong turned his head to look, wanting to cry but unable to.

It's truly like seeing a ghost while alive!

No wonder it felt like something was in his hand—turns out he was gripping a fruit knife! Moreover, the blade was still wet with fresh red blood.

And that was the reason Lao Ba stepped on his wrist!

Huang Jinrong, tears in his eyes, cursed bitterly: "Damn beast! I wouldn't even dare stab a chicken, so how could I dare stab a living person? This knife! This damn thing is definitely not my knife……

If it's not your knife in your hand, then is it mine?!

Lao Ba applied a little more pressure, making Huang Jinrong grit his teeth, cutting off blood flow to his right hand, and the hand gripping the knife also splayed open.

At this point Lin Dongfan finally spoke: 'Let him go.'

You yellow-bellied scoundrel, do you know what 'pattern' means? You held a knife to assassinate Mayor Lin, yet Mayor Lin doesn't even hold it against you—that's the pattern! Learn from it.

Saying that, Lao Ba kicked the knife from Huang Jinrong's hand away.

Afterward he stood like an undefeated war god.

He stood to the side in attendance.

Huang Jinrong lay sprawled on the ground, tears in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling, speaking weakly: 'I seem to hear my great-grandmother calling me on the Yellow Spring Road… Has the 120 arrived? If not, I'm done for……'

Next time don't be so impulsive.

Lin Dongfan put on a regretful expression: 'If you have any grievances against me, you can tell me to my face. I'm not unreasonable, so how could you turn off the lights and attempt an assassination?'

!!!

When the words 'reason' and 'assassination' drilled into his ears, Huang Jinrong's little heart went cold and cold, leaving him without even the strength to protest.

In a daze.

Huang Jinrong couldn't help but wonder—was it because he didn't go home to sweep the tombs this Qingming Festival, causing the ancestral grave to emit black smoke?

If the ancestral grave hadn't spewed black smoke, how could his and his brother's lives have become so tragically wretched?

Unscientific!

This tragedy is too damn unscientific!

I now also have wealth, I want wealth; I have strategy, I want strategy; I have backing, I want backing! With Sister Jiang covering me, my fate shouldn't be so miserable……

He pondered painfully for a while.

Huang Jinrong closed his eyes in despair and threw a line at Lin Dongfan: 'Come on, give me a quick death! Eighteen years from now, I'll be a good man again!'

Are you being stupid again? I gave you a chance to reform and start anew, yet you're set on going to the Yellow Spring Road to reunite with your great-grandmother—can't we have some ambition?

Saying that, Lin Dongfan gave Lao Ba a look.

Lao Ba immediately understood, stepped forward and helped the unable-to-get-up Huang Jinrong onto the nearby sofa.

As soon as he sat down, Huang Jinrong covered his heavy chest and coughed twice sharply. That breath had been cleared, but his whole body still lacked strength, and he weakly slumped against the sofa.

Huang Jinrong weakly complained: 'Before, I felt immense shame because we brothers had been petty thugs. Today I realize, compared to your scheming tactics, I damn well am actually a good person.'

Being a good person means one should obey the law even more." Lin Dongfan said: "Your Huang Engineering Company used illegal means to bid for municipal projects. After the scandal broke, your contracting qualifications were revoked, yet you not only failed to reflect, but also gathered crowds to cause trouble, trying every way to obstruct project progress—is that what a good person would do?

!!!

Huang Jinrong closed both eyes again and said nothing.

Lin Dongfan, suppressing his impatience, said, "Let's make a deal: each side steps back. If you voluntarily withdraw the lawsuit and go home to reflect, I'll let you off and not hold today's stabbing against you."

Upon hearing that, Huang Jinrong angrily opened both eyes, but only his left eye managed to open.

His right eye, swollen out of shape, still couldn't open.

He glared at Lin Dongfan with his one good eye: "When did I stab you? I'm the victim! Just now you turned off the lights—I have no evidence, and neither do you! Do you think I'm ignorant of the law? Don't try to pull this on me!"

"Alright, that was a miscalculation."

Lin Dongfan took a slow drag of his cigarette, his smile subdued: "I'll treat you as a social elite versed in The Art of War; let's negotiate—can't you back down like a Sunzi?"

"Want me to back down? No way!"

Huang Jinrong closed both eyes again, leaned back against the sofa, and put on an act of ignoring everything outside.

Even Lord Fan's patience was beginning to wear thin.

Wait until I finish this cigarette between my fingers.

Lin Dongfan slowly rose and casually threw out a warning: "Zhao Group, such a large publicly traded company—investigating it is as easy as a wave of the hand. You're just a tiny Huang Engineering firm—what are you? Don't end up like Zhao Tianyu, losing not only your company but even your life."

"I, Huang Jinrong, am not easily frightened." Huang Jinrong snapped, eyes closed: "If you push me too far, I'll smash my head into a wall right here and die—let's see if you want to take responsibility for that!"

Lin Dongfan gave a faint smile.

Turning as he walked, he said: "You're somewhat different from your brother; you didn't originally deserve death. But since you're seeking death, I can't stop you—I'll have to oblige. Otherwise I'd truly be a do-gooder, and I'd surely be criticized by readers."