Chapter 449: If You Play the First, I'll Play the Fifteenth (Combined, bonus chapter for Tuantuanba the Alliance Leader)

The Gift Pressing Official cleared the table, and Gu Ming lifted the veil.

Lin Siping carried the bride out of the building entrance.

Behind them, a grand procession of people filed out one after another.

On the stairs, the old aunt muttered, "Xiao Min, didn't you say there would be a Red Wedding? Why wasn't there one?"

"I don't know either." Su Min shook her head. "Could it be that Uncle Hu (Hu Chenguang) wouldn't allow it?"

The old aunt looked at Xi Hufen behind them: "Probably not!"

With the mother-in-law following in person, there was no need for the father-in-law to step in.

Besides, even if the parents were to step in, it should be when things got rowdy and out of hand.

But right now, the Red Wedding hadn't even started yet?

While pondering this, they followed along as they went downstairs.

It wasn't just them who were suspicious; Xi Hufen, walking at the very back, was equally suspicious.

To be honest, the couple was indeed very angry at Lin Siping. But their daughter was determined, hitting the southern wall without turning back; what could they do?

Since they had agreed to this marriage and accepted this son-in-law, their mindset naturally had to change: forget the past, look only to the future.

They also knew that many brothers and juniors in the family had strong opinions about the Lin family. Some even held a grudge against the Lin family because of this matter, such as the family of the Fourth Brother.

The couple had also heard rumors: Hu Kun had incited a group of nephews, preparing to give the son-in-law a hard time during the wedding procession.

But if the son-in-law lost face, how much dignity would they and their daughter have left?

Therefore, two nights ago when they invited the hosts (relatives helping out at the bride's family home), the couple specifically appointed their eldest nephew Hu Gang as the General Manager, responsible for blocking the door and the Red Wedding, and arranged for their son to be his deputy.

They also secretly instructed that if Hu Kun caused too much trouble, he should call them directly.

The couple did not know how the trouble started in the front or how the door was blocked. Because neither the eldest nephew nor their son called, they assumed it wasn't too excessive.

But just as the groom entered the bridal room, Hu Zhen called her, saying that the Fourth Brother had spilled the Blocking the Door Wine and was preparing to hold the Red Wedding when the brother-in-law and sister went downstairs; she followed without a second thought.

She had seen relatives getting married where, because of the rough handling during the Red Wedding, the groom's side and the bride's side fought on the spot.

Hu Kun was clearly aiming to flip the table. Therefore, she was already prepared to fall out with the Fourth Sister-in-law and the nephews on the spot.

But unexpectedly, Hu Kun only blocked them for a few minutes before letting them pass?

No Blocking the Door Wine was drunk, no Best Man was beaten, and the groom wasn't beaten either.

It couldn't be that this bastard, who gave the whole family a headache, had suddenly seen the light and learned to act like a decent human being?

Xi Hufen intuitively felt that was impossible.

While suspicious, she followed the wedding escort team out of the building entrance.

A table leaned against the side of the building entrance, with three empty Tea Cups and three broken cup handles thrown on top.

The steps were wet, and a pungent smell of alcohol rushed toward her.

Huh, did they flip the table?

But they didn't end up fighting?

Guessing wildly, Xi Hufen looked to the side: several nephews were holding tools, standing to one side looking sullen. Hu Kun had a dark face, not knowing who he was calling.

On the other side, her son was grinning, winking at her.

She understood; Hu Kun and these few hadn't gained any advantage. But what was strange was that they didn't end up fighting?

Her daughter was about to get into the car, and there was no time to ask in detail. Xi Hufen glared at her son: "What are you standing there for? Why don't you go and look after your sister?"

"Alright!"

Hu Zhen replied with a cheeky smile and ran out. Xi Hufen took out her phone and called Hu Chenguang: "The daughter is getting in the car!"

A sound of "Huh?" came from the phone: "So fast?"

Gu Ming said Lin Siping was weak; in reality, he was even weaker than Gu Ming said.

They even took a break in the middle. Gu Ming kept lifting the veil and exerting effort, yet Lin Siping still had a forehead full of sweat.

By the time the head covering was added and the bride was sent into the car, Lin Siping was panting like an ox.

Gu Ming had a pained expression: "Cousin, you really need to exercise properly, otherwise what will you do in the future?"

Still talking about the future?

If it weren't for Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming today, he didn't know how many times he would have stumbled.

Catching his breath slightly, he smiled gratefully and introduced them to the bride: "Jiajia, this is Sicheng; today, thanks to him and—"

"Cousin (Gu Ming)."

"..."

Hu Jia didn't know what had happened before or how Lin Siping had gotten upstairs. But looking at the final hurdle, she could guess the general situation: if it weren't for this cousin, Lin Siping would have suffered greatly today.

It was inconvenient to lift the head covering, so she nodded vigorously: "Sicheng, Cousin Gu, after these two days are over, Siping and I will treat you specifically!"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Alright!"

Time was limited, so they just exchanged greetings. Lin Siping closed the car door and sat on the other side.

In the courtyard, the Gift Pressing Official and the Wedding Document Bearer were exchanging the Six Rites, and several young men responsible for the Dowry Escort moved the gifts onto the car.

Outside the courtyard, Hu Kun stood by the side of the archway, watching them coldly.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a cold sneer. It was as if he were saying: This isn't over!

"No way—how deep is the grudge?" Gu Ming frowned: "Why is it endless?"

Lin Sicheng didn't speak: The grudge was likely not small, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen this moment to cause trouble.

What's more, he was the bride's close relative?

Making a blind guess, it was nothing more than those few types: killing a father or stealing a wife didn't apply, so that only left cutting off someone's path to wealth or ruining someone's future.

And nine times out of ten, it had the most direct connection to the bride; otherwise, there wouldn't be such great hostility toward Lin Siping.

After exchanging a look, Lin Sicheng nodded slightly: "Let's go!"

The two walked toward the Santana on the side of the road, and Gu Ming looked back once more: "Chengwa, this son of a bitch wouldn't cause trouble at the wedding banquet, would he?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Hard to say!"

Just because he had made a bet with his mother and his girlfriend upstairs, he had earned himself the same treatment as Lin Siping; Hu Kun's narrow-mindedness was evident, one could even say he was the type to seek revenge for the slightest grievance.

Looking at the obstacles he had set up: he had plenty of devious ideas and crooked tricks. Since he was also Police, it was perfectly normal for him to secretly stir up some trouble at the wedding banquet.

He wouldn't even need to show his face; finding a few thugs or drunks who didn't know the situation to cause a scene at the banquet would be easy.

Lin Sicheng took out his phone: "I need to give my dad a heads-up!"

Gu Ming turned the key and started the engine: "And my dad too!"

Lin Sicheng nodded and dialed the number.

Outside the archway, Hu Kun squinted his eyes, staring at the battered Santana: So he thought there was some background, turns out it's just a down-and-out pauper?

Cursing under his breath, he took out his phone and sent a text message: Brother Cheng, black Santana, license plate number Shaan AXXXXX————

The gift exchange between the two sides would take a while, and the two Town Guards still had to toast a round of Wedding Car Escort; the two brothers were impatient to wait and set off early.

Gu Ming drove, while Lin Sicheng called Lin Chengzhi, Gu Kaishan, and Lin Siping's father one by one.

Then he called Ye Anning, preparing to ask if she had arrived at the hotel, but just as it connected, there was a loud "Bang!" The Santana suddenly lurched forward, and Lin Sicheng's head snapped back, hitting the headrest.

At the critical moment, Gu Ming slammed on the brakes, and with a "Screech," the car stopped, with less than ten centimeters between their front bumper and the rear of the car in front.

Rear-ended?

The two instinctively looked back: the rear windshield had shattered into a spiderweb, and vaguely, the trunk lid was propped up high.

"Fuck his mother———— what rotten luck————"

Gu Ming cursed, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car.

Ye Anning's anxious voice came through the receiver: "Lin Sicheng, what happened?"

"It's nothing, we got rear-ended!"

Having said that in a rush, Lin Sicheng hung up the phone and got out of the car.

He took a glance and couldn't help but freeze.

An old-model Dongfeng Mengshi, neither new nor old, the car paint a grayish green.

Although it had civilian plates, one could tell it was likely retired from the military.

He didn't know the horsepower, and even less about how tough the body was, but the Santana's trunk had been dented in, while this thing's bumper had only lost a bit of paint.

Looking left and right, Gu Ming's face turned black, and just as he was about to say something, five or six burly men jumped out of the car and started cursing: "Are you blind? How are you driving?"

Bullshit.

Gu Ming suppressed his anger: "You rear-ended us and you're still in the right?"

"If you hadn't stopped suddenly, would we have rear-ended you?" The driver glared at Gu Ming, "Pay up!"

Pay you my ass?

There was such a big red light, are you fucking blind?

Gu Ming took out his phone and first called the Captain of the wedding motorcade.

This road was definitely impassable, so they would have to take a detour. Fortunately, they were in the city Center, where the streets were accessible in all directions, so it wouldn't take much time.

While dialing, he looked at Lin Sicheng again: "Chengwa, call the Police————"

Before he could finish, the Mengshi driver pointed a finger at him: "Call who, you motherfucker?"

Gu Ming stepped back twice: "Trying to act tough, are you?"

The other four also surrounded them, staring viciously at Lin Sicheng: "What the hell are you looking at? Pay up, now!"

Lin Sicheng looked at the Mengshi, then at the four burly men, and couldn't help but laugh: How could it be such a coincidence?

Even thugs have to follow basic logic: there was a red light ahead, could Gu Ming have flown the Santana across it?

No matter how you look at it, the Mengshi was entirely at fault.

Even if the burly men were angry, they wouldn't start a fight immediately. Even if they wanted to fight, shouldn't they argue a bit or shout a few words?

No matter how you looked at them, they seemed like they were here to pick a fight on purpose.

Lin Sicheng let out a breath: "What if I don't pay?"

"Not paying? I'll kill you————"

One of them sneered and reached out to grab Lin Sicheng's throat.

Lin Sicheng dodged to the side and suddenly tripped him with his foot.

It felt like a wooden beam had swept across; the burly man was actually well-trained, yet he hadn't even had time to defend himself.

With a "Thud," the one-meter-eight-something burly man fell flat on the ground and started wailing "Ouch, ouch."

The remaining three were stunned for a moment, and one of them reached into his pocket, "Click," and flicked it open to reveal a telescopic baton a full meter long.

Another reached into the Mengshi's window and grabbed a rubber baton. A third ran toward Gu Ming, presumably wanting to make it two-on-one.

Gu Ming realized belatedly: just a moment ago in the car, the two brothers were saying that Hu Kun definitely wouldn't let it go. Not even three minutes after they finished speaking, trouble had already arrived?

But just this?

Gu Ming tried to circle around while still on the phone. But the Mengshi driver was very agile; wherever Gu Ming ran, he blocked him.

At this point, Gu Ming was even more certain: this group was targeting Lin Sicheng.

Lin Sicheng was quite good at fighting, but no matter how high one's martial arts, one still fears a kitchen knife. Fearing his brother would suffer, how could Gu Ming still care about calling the motorcade?

He flipped through his phone and found Gu Kaishan's number. The Mengshi driver only blocked him from getting to Lin Sicheng, but didn't care who he called.

On the other side, the burly man who had been tripped by Lin Sicheng also climbed up, picked up half a brick from somewhere, and charged over.

But it was strange: it didn't look much like a street brawl; the three men didn't attack immediately, but instead formed a semicircle, closing in on Lin Sicheng step by step.

The road was so long and the space so wide, what was the point of only surrounding half of him?

That's not how you fight; if he wanted to run, they wouldn't be able to catch a hair of him.

Feeling secretly strange, he retreated another seven or eight steps, when Lin Sicheng suddenly felt something was wrong: it didn't seem right!

He felt these few people were quite methodical, a bit like—a three-man team assault formation?

But that wasn't the point; five people had come down together, one was blocking Gu Ming, and three were surrounding him, so what about the remaining one?

He remembered that person seemed to have gone for Gu Ming, but looking now, there was only that one person blocking Gu Ming?

Scanning left and right, Lin Sicheng narrowed his eyes: he didn't know when, but that person had slipped into the Warrior vehicle and seemed to have already started the engine.

Why? Surely they couldn't be thinking of hitting them with the car?

Just as he was guessing wildly, with a "beep," the Warrior honked its horn and charged straight toward them.

Lin Sicheng's eyelids twitched, and he dodged to the side. Stepping onto the railing, he took another leap and jumped into the opposite lane.

He didn't forget to remind Gu Ming: "Mingwa, watch out for the car—"

The eyes of the few big men went wide: this road had only been built the year before last, running straight through from the Drum Tower, with a three-meter-wide isolation belt of shrubs in the middle.

Had this guy just flown across?

Just then, the Warrior drove over, and a big man pointed at Lin Sicheng: "You little brat, if you've got guts, don't run?"

"What's the use of just yelling?" The burly man driving poked his head out, "Get in the car, let's go around and chase—"

The three burly men cursed as they got into the car, the driver stepped on the gas, and the car lunged forward.

Gu Ming followed suit, also slipping through the green belt to the opposite lane.

The burly man blocking Gu Ming didn't chase, but instead got into the car, and with a strange "whoosh" sound, the Warrior shot out like an arrow.

Glancing at the taillights, then at Lin Sicheng, Gu Ming blinked: "Chengwa, this IQ is a bit touching, isn't it?"

By the time the Warrior went around the traffic light, they would have long since flipped back over; how could these people catch them?

As he was speaking, the Warrior went around the traffic light. But there was no traffic accident here; although it wasn't blocked, there were many cars, and the Warrior could only honestly wait in line.

Gu Ming laughed out loud, flipped over the railing again, and stood in the green belt.

He intuitively felt these people wouldn't dare hit them, but just in case, Lin Sicheng didn't dare be overconfident and also flipped back over.

After about a minute, the Warrior drove over, the windows rolled down, and the few big men pointed at them, continuously greeting their family members.

Gu Ming took a look and grinned: he didn't know if it was because they squeezed through or what, but the Warrior had been squeezed into the middle lane; let alone hitting them, by the next intersection, they wouldn't even be able to turn around.

Sure enough, when the red light turned on, the horns behind were deafening; the left lane was blocked solid, and the Warrior had no choice but to go straight, being carried through the traffic light.

Gu Ming was laughing his head off.

"Don't laugh!" Lin Sicheng glared at him, "Why do I feel something isn't right!"

Gu Ming paused: "What's not right?"

"Fights aren't fought like this, and looking for trouble isn't done like this either!"

It was more like they wanted to drag the two of them here?

But they were just the Best Man, not the groom; let alone not attending the wedding, even if they didn't eat the banquet today, it wouldn't have the slightest impact.

Gu Ming pondered for a moment: "Maybe they just wanted to disgust us?"

That was possible, but what was the point?

Lin Sicheng stared at the intersection.

One red light, two red lights, three red lights—a full five or six minutes, but the Warrior was nowhere to be seen coming from the other side.

If they couldn't make it around one intersection, could they not make it around two?

Gu Ming narrowed his eyes: "Did they run away?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: unlikely.

If this group had nothing to do with Hu Kun, they certainly wouldn't just let it go like that. If they were related, they should be making an endless scene with them.

To make such a big commotion, surely it couldn't just be to scare them?

Pondering for a moment, Lin Sicheng had a sudden thought: could it be a feint to the east to attack in the west?

His eyelids couldn't stop twitching; he flipped over the green belt and walked quickly toward the Santana.

Gu Ming didn't understand why, but followed closely behind.

It wasn't far, just twenty or thirty meters, and they were there in the blink of an eye.

Lin Sicheng circled the car: it didn't seem like anything was wrong?

He pointed at Gu Ming: "You look in the front, I'll check the trunk."

Gu Ming was confused: "Chengwa, look for what?"

"I don't know, you look first!"

Gu Ming paused, and a flash of light crossed his mind: his own father had been in public security for half his life, and he had learned a thing or two just by listening.

For example: someone stuffing something into your car?

Don't be surprised; such things had happened more than once: in a neighboring province, in a certain county, someone took a tiny bit, diluted it into over seven pounds, and stuffed it into a taxi.

In the first and second trials, the taxi driver was given the death penalty. Fortunately, heaven had eyes, and the truth came out before the final judgment—

But the two of them searched inside and out several times: nothing in the front, nothing in the back, and nothing in the trunk that had been dented from the collision.

Gu Ming put his hands on his hips, panting: could it be that he and Chengwa had overthought it?

Just as he was feeling suspicious, Lin Sicheng pushed him aside and pointed at the leather cover on the gear shift: "I was driving when we came, how do I remember: it was fine here at the time?"

Gu Ming took a look: there was a small hole at the bottom of the leather cover, not big, just about a finger wide.

Because the car was too old, the leather cover had long since aged into a mess, and he couldn't tell if this was a new tear or an old one.

But at this point, why worry about that?

Gu Ming stuck his finger in and tore it with force. With a "rip" sound, a puff of dust rose up.

Immediately, the expressions of both men changed in unison: at the bottom of the leather cover was something wrapped in a plastic seal, about the thickness of an index finger and seven or eight centimeters long.

The seal was transparent, and the thing inside was white—

Lin Sicheng let out a "ha" and took the item out.

Gu Ming was so startled he jumped: "Cheng-wa, don't move, there are fingerprints on it—"

"Fingerprints my ass!"

Lin Sicheng swatted Gu Ming's hand away: "They've already framed us, would they leave fingerprints for you?"

Gu Ming was stunned for a moment: "Then why the hell are you touching it with your hands?"

Lin Sicheng didn't speak: if such a small trick could get him locked up, he would have died eight hundred times over—

In a flash, he tore open the sealed bag.

It was wrapped extremely tightly; after unwrapping one layer, there was another, a full three layers in total.

Finally, he pulled out a small cylindrical bag.

It was yellowish, the powder was extremely fine, and it glinted with tiny specks of light under the sun.

Gu Ming's face turned pale: half from anger, half from fear: don't look at it as just a small bag, it was packed extremely densely, weighing at least one tael.

The key was that this stuff is judged by weight, not by content or purity. If this were confirmed, at least one of the two brothers would be facing a firing squad.

You son of a bitch, you're really ruthless, aren't you?

Just as he was cursing, his eyes popped: Lin Sicheng had opened the bag, licked his finger with his tongue, and reached it back inside.

Then, he dipped a bit, brought it to his lips, and licked it with his tongue again.

This is no exaggeration: Gu Ming was so scared he froze, his lips trembling with anxiety, yet he couldn't say a single word.

Not until Lin Sicheng smacked his lips and spat on the ground did he snap out of it: "Lin Sicheng, I'll fuck your mother—"

Cursing as he spoke, he reached out to grab it, but Lin Sicheng dodged and kicked him in the ass: "What the hell are you panicking about? This is white sugar—"

Gu Ming jumped: "What did you say?"

"White sugar!" Lin Sicheng held it forward, "If you don't believe me, taste it!"

"Taste it my ass!" Gu Ming shook his head violently, "What if there's just a tiny bit mixed into the white sugar, who could taste that?"

Although Lin Sicheng had never seen this stuff, he at least knew that even if there were a tiny trace, it wouldn't taste like this. So, there was definitely none in here, and the logic didn't hold up either: they weren't that taxi driver from the neighboring province, were they?

Lin Siping's father-in-law was a Deputy Bureau Chief, and although Gu Ming's dad was just a station chief, he had been at it for nearly twenty years. How deep would Hu Kun's background have to be, and how strong his connections, to send the two brothers in over this little bit of white sugar?

If they really wanted to send them in, they would have been surrounded by police with loaded guns by now.

Thinking it over, there was only one possibility: like a toad crawling on one's foot, if I can't bite you to death, I'll disgust you to death—

"They probably wanted to wait until we got back to the hotel to make a move: if we drove the car to the hotel, that would be best: catching us red-handed.

If the car didn't go there but was sent to the traffic police detachment, that wouldn't matter either; it's just a matter of getting someone to make a tip-off call."

"In a case like this, no one dares to show favoritism; no matter who your father-in-law is as a bureau chief, or who the Matchmaker is as a station chief, they'd investigate first! It might even be the opposite; the Narcotics Control Division crowd loves this kind of thing: the bigger the umbrella, the bigger the case, and naturally, the greater the merit—"

Pausing slightly, Lin Sicheng sighed: "Can you imagine it?"

Gu Ming's face turned black: it was true that nothing major would happen to them, at most they'd be locked up for two days.

But the problem was, a bunch of police storming a wedding banquet to make arrests, that scene: haha—

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong: "This is offending people to death; Lin Siping's father-in-law is his own uncle, where would he get the guts for this?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "He might have thought of the method, but it doesn't necessarily mean he did it himself."

A burly man with a Xijing accent isn't necessarily from Xijing.

As for the car, it's just a matter of changing the plates and spraying some paint, and it was only a retired old military vehicle; it wouldn't be a pity to throw it away.

For just a bit of white sugar, how much effort could the relevant departments exert? Hu Chenguang and Gu Shu couldn't possibly drop everything just to investigate this, could they?

Lin Sicheng suspected that even if they knew he was the one pulling the strings, they likely wouldn't be able to pin it on him.

Besides, if he were afraid of his uncle, he wouldn't have caused Lin Siping so much embarrassment.

Gu Ming gritted his teeth in anger: "According to you, whether this son of a bitch wants to screw us over depends entirely on his mood? And we can't do anything to him?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head, a flash of light in his pupils: How could that be?

This time it was a prank, but who could guarantee he wouldn't play for real next time?

Look at it from another angle: how is this any different from someone coming for your life?

When someone is coming for your life, are you still going to reason with them?

Lin Sicheng didn't have the habit of watching others put a blade to his neck while standing still waiting to die. Since you started it, don't blame me for finishing it—

Just as he was gritting his teeth, with a strange creaking sound, the semi-old Accord pulled to a stop.

With two clangs, Lin Chengzhi and Gu Kaishan got out of the car.

The two men hurried over, looking the brothers up and down.

Gu Ming was still shaken: "No—Dad, Godfather, you two came alone?"

"Nonsense, I'm public security! If I don't look for the police, should I bring people to help you fight?" Gu Kaishan glared at him, "Where are the people? Didn't you say a fight broke out?"

Fight my ass?

Gu Ming pointed at Lin Sicheng's hand: "Dad, look!"

Gu Kaishan turned his head, and with just one look, his expression changed abruptly: never mind the contents, just look at this packaging?

Then look at the color and shape; it couldn't look more like it.

But something seemed wrong? The smell wasn't right—

Gu Kaishan was stunned for a moment, leaned in close, and first sniffed it with his nose. Confirming there was no smell, he used his finger to poke at it a couple of times, then pinched a bit and put it in his mouth.

Gu Ming's eyes nearly popped out: No—you're a policeman, is this how you handle cases?

No one knows a son like his father; Gu Kaishan first cursed: "What do you know?"

Then with a "pfft" sound, he let out a sharp breath: "White sugar!"

Lin Sicheng said it was white sugar, and Gu Ming didn't believe it for a second, but when his dad said it was white sugar, he believed it implicitly.

Looking at the thing in Lin Sicheng's hand, then looking at the Santana, Lin Chengzhi's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

With a slight turn of thought, he guessed it was eight or nine parts correct: was this an attempt to send Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming inside?

"Who did it?"

Gu Ming stiffened his neck: "Godfather, it was Hu Kun!"

Having never heard this name, Lin Chengzhi asked again: "Who?"

"Hu Kun, Jiajia's cousin, and Bureau Chief Hu's nephew."

Gu Kaishan was stunned for a moment, then let out a "ha": even if you gave Hu Kun ten times the courage, would you dare ask him if he dared? At most, he counts as someone who keeps watch and tips people off.

But that wasn't right: the one who provoked them was Lin Siping, so why would they harm Gu Ming and Lin Sicheng?

It couldn't be that Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming did something during the wedding procession, could it?

Just as he was pondering, two Police cars drove over, and with a few more "bangs," five or six Police officers got out.

Half were traffic Police, and half were civil Police. Gu Kaishan gave a wink and went up to meet them.

Lin Sicheng remained calm and collected, stuffing the thing in his hand into his pants pocket.

It was unclear what was said, but the civil Police didn't come over, and only the traffic Police took photos. Gu Kaishan handed out another round of cigarettes, and the two Police cars left one after another.

After the people left, Gu Kaishan walked over: "Chengwa, where did you find it?"

"Under the leather cover of the gear shift!"

Gu Kaishan took a look, then glanced at Lin Chengzhi: "Brother, what do you think?"

Lin Chengzhi had a cold face: "Stuff it back in, drive the car back, and drive it straight to the hotel!"

Gu Ming let out an "ah," and Gu Kaishan slapped him on the spot: "What the hell are you yelling for?"

"Right, drive it back!" He sneered, "Framing us? Let him try to frame us!"

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