Chapter 453: Something Big is About to Happen (Two-in-one, an extra chapter for the Tuan Tuan Hegemon Alliance Leader)

Looking at Bureau Chief Li, several station chiefs secretly felt fortunate: it was a good thing they came.

Two detachment heads, four deputy detachment heads, one Municipal Public Security Bureau Branch head, one Political Commissar, plus Bureau Chief Chen and Bureau Chief Li—was this weight not enough?

Compared to this, Wu Ling was worth nothing!

Looking at it now, seeing Wu Ling standing before the old bureau chief with her rear end stuck out and her waist hunched, her face piled with smiles, wanting to shake hands but not daring to reach out, it felt so ridiculous.

Even more ridiculous were the peers who usually called Old Hu "brother" and claimed to be brothers who would die for one another: afraid of offending that woman, they actually didn't even come to Old Hu's daughter's wedding?

Now it was fine: felt like idiots, didn't they?

Thinking this over secretly, the few of them moved to the table next to them: the main table also had a hierarchy, and the middle table, of course, had to be reserved for the leaders.

Afterwards, the few of them straightened their clothes, waiting to salute when the leaders came over.

The hall gradually quieted down, the noise becoming softer and softer.

Several classmates craned their necks, feeling exceptionally envious: they had only come to attend a classmate's wedding banquet, never having imagined they would actually run into city leaders?

This time there was no need to ask, and even less need for introductions. Because, they saw them on television all the time.

He Yunzhi looked envious: when she got married, would she be able to invite such high-ranking leaders?

Just as she was daydreaming, she couldn't help but freeze, her pupils suddenly shrinking:

Bureau Chief Li offered a few words of congratulations and gave the newlyweds a Red Envelope. He then said something to Bureau Chief Hu, and Bureau Chief Hu pointed toward the table that was originally for the Best Man, but was now entirely occupied by Police.

Glancing over, not knowing who he saw, Bureau Chief Li's eyes lit up, and he smiled and waved.

Everyone assumed he must be calling one of his subordinates, such as Bureau Chief Chen.

Including the Police at the table, everyone thought the same: suddenly, their whole bodies tensed up, their spines standing as straight as javelins.

Just as they were guessing whether the bureau chief was calling them, Chen Peng let out a "Pfft": "Don't you have any self-awareness of your own worth? Just sit there honestly."

Kindness does not command troops, and sentiment does not establish affairs. When had he ever seen his master be so amiable to subordinates in a public setting?

And smiling and waving? If he were looking for someone, he would just call their name directly.

If he were calling him, his disciple, he wouldn't even need to open his mouth; if he were happy, he would just lift his chin and give a slight nod, and Chen Peng would know his master was calling him, and that he was in a good mood today.

If he were expressionless, or frowning, and then gave him a faint glance, Chen Peng would know: it's over, he had caused trouble again—

Thinking this over secretly, he looked at Lin Sicheng: "Don't just stand there, Master is calling you!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned, letting out an "Ah."

"Ah what? If you don't go over, do you expect Master to come over to see you?" Chen Peng kicked Lin Sicheng, "Get moving!"

Lin Sicheng, slow to react, stood up.

Not until Li Chunnan smiled and nodded did he walk over, half-believing and half-doubting.

Afterwards, Chen Peng also stood up and pointed to the main guest table on the bride's side: "Let's go, change tables!"

While walking over, he whispered instructions: "Lao Song, Lao Pi, Lao Guan, you keep an eye out: if you see anyone from the Narcotics Control Division come in later, remind me."

The two were startled for a moment: it definitely wasn't Detachment Head Xu, as Detachment Head Xu had gone to Weinan to handle a case.

Looking at Bureau Chief Chen's expression again, the people from the Narcotics Control Division were definitely not here to eat at the banquet.

Song Jingqing lowered his voice: "Leader, what's the situation?"

"Someone stuffed a bag of rock sugar into Lin Sicheng's car, and it's real rock sugar." Chen Peng emphasized, then sighed, "Wang Qi Zhi already knows, but the strange thing is, he didn't call me?"

The few of them were all stunned: Damn it—which idiot is in such a hurry to die?

Anyone who knew even a little bit about Lin Sicheng's background wouldn't do this even if they ate three pounds of brain-damaged pills.

If you don't believe it, ask around; among these people here, including Bureau Chief Chen, who doesn't owe Lin Sicheng several sacks full of favors?

It even includes the old bureau chief who is currently smiling and talking to Lin Sicheng: of the times Lin Sicheng helped out, which one wasn't him taking the heat for the Police?

From the earliest Inverted Pot with radioactivity strong enough to build a nuclear bomb, to the later White Jade Lion Paperweight and Xuande Incense Burner, and the Zhang Shi'an Grave-robbing case that alarmed the Ministry and led to a special investigation team.

Detachment Head Xu of the Narcotics Control Division might not owe Lin Sicheng many favors, but at least he knew what Lin Sicheng had done, and could see clearly: how many times would Lin Sicheng's head have to be kicked by a donkey before he would touch this stuff?

Guan Xingmin's face darkened: "Leader, who did it?"

Chen Peng shook his head: what was the point of asking that now?

During the New Year last year, Lin Sicheng only got into a fight with a few thugs, and look at how nervous Wang Qi Zhi was? He even directly asked his elder to step in and make a call to the provincial level.

Today's incident was of a nature far more serious than that New Year incident, yet Wang Qi Zhi suddenly went quiet, making no sound, not even asking a single question?

It couldn't be that he suddenly didn't like this student anymore? Bullshit! This bastard is definitely plotting something big.

It's just because the person who harmed his student is likely the child of a police officer, or perhaps even a police officer directly. Naturally, he doesn't trust the Police this time.

Besides, it's not like only the Police can handle cases, or that only the Police have law enforcement and investigative powers?

And that is only secondary; the key is his second elder sister and second brother-in-law—

Turning these thoughts over, Chen Peng glanced at Ye Anning: Ye Anning and Li Zhen were chatting and laughing, eating melon seeds while they talked.

Fortunately, at least this girl didn't know yet and hadn't had the chance to report it.

In a flash of thought, he looked at Wu Ling standing beside his master and gave Guan Xingmin a look: "Lao Guan, let's go!"

His master is a bureau chief, that's true, but some things are not limited to the inside. For example, this base: although the qualification review and approval are all within the bureau, it was the city leaders who coordinated and pushed it.

And take this woman for example: she is at most a go-between, with many people standing behind her. Not only in the city, but even in the province.

You can imagine: in a prime location in the new district, over a hundred acres of land, and it's even land transferred from agricultural to non-agricultural use (free of charge)—is that easy to get?

So, don't let Old Guan get dragged in before Old Hu has even been cleared.

But unfortunately, the flirtatious glances were cast for a blind man to see; Guan Xingmin only understood half of it.

He knew what Chen Peng meant: you can't handle this, don't get involved. But Guan Xingmin thought Chen Peng's subtext was: with me here, with the bureau chief here, it's not your turn.

It certainly wasn't his turn, but Guan Xingmin felt that he at least had to know who did it.

In an instant, countless faces flashed through his mind: who had Lin Sicheng offended?

If you really counted, there were too many to count: from Xijing, Tongchuan, Shanxi, and Beijing.

But to be this despicable, and to have the guts to do this on this occasion, right under the noses of so many police officers, there was basically no one.

Unless this person knew absolutely nothing, and it was done before they even arrived at the hotel.

From this, it must be someone Lin Sicheng offended in the past.

A relative, a friend, or even—a classmate?

Scanning the room, Guan Xingmin's gaze landed on the table of classmates.

Huh, why do they all have that expression: as if they were frozen?

More than just frozen?

All six of them looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Before, seeing Lin Sicheng joking and playing around with the Branch Bureau Chief and the Municipal Bureau Deputy Bureau Chief like brothers was already incredible enough to them.

Then, they saw an even more incredible scene: Bureau Chief Li called Lin Sicheng over, first patted him on the shoulder, then adjusted his collar to take a look, and then sighed, talking and talking without stopping.

Anyone could see the expression of "wishing iron could turn into steel" on Bureau Chief Li's face.

Afterwards, Lin Sicheng's grandfather and father also walked over, the three of them shook hands, and Bureau Chief Li continued talking, without even taking a breath.

This situation clearly meant Lin Sicheng had made some mistake, and Bureau Chief Li was lecturing him.

Looking at the expressions of his father and grandfather nearby, they probably just met Bureau Chief Li.

But why was Bureau Chief Li's posture just like he was lecturing his own son?

Thinking back to how Bureau Chief Guan and Bureau Chief Chen acted toward him, a thought absurd to the extreme surfaced in several people's minds: it couldn't be that Lin Sicheng is the illegitimate son of some big shot, could it?

That was complete nonsense: the three generations of men standing there looked like they were copy-pasted.

Both shocked and suspicious, and as if they had a telepathic connection, Xu Boqing and Luo Yongsheng looked at each other: what the hell is the point of plotting now?

Money is indeed a good thing, but whether one has the life to spend it is another question.

Right as they were locking eyes, Yang Jin suddenly turned around and pointed at that car: "This—could this be something Lin Sicheng bought himself?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at the Maybach outside the window.

If anyone had said that before, it would have been enough to make a whole table of people laugh their teeth out.

But looking at it now: it's just a car, no matter how expensive, it's still just a fart.

And that woman who is even prettier than He Yunzhi, it might actually be that she really is his assistant.

But the problem is, what did Lin Sicheng do?

The few classmates were just shocked, while Xu Boqing and Luo Shengyuan were at most a bit regretful. Although the two of them had poisonous intentions, they were still stuck in the planning stage and hadn't had time to implement them.

But on the other side, Gao Zhanhong and Hu Kun were pale as death, with beads of sweat seeping from their foreheads.

They couldn't understand for the life of them: why would Lin Sicheng know Bureau Chief Li, and be so close to him?

Should they go ask his father, his grandfather, or his sworn brother's father, Director Gu, if they know Bureau Chief Li?

But it was too late to regret it now: they had arranged for someone to make an anonymous report to the Narcotics Control Division, the call had already been made, and they couldn't take it back even if they wanted to.

They could warn those tough guys to leave the province quickly. But the problem was, they had arranged it too deliberately and too suddenly; even if the people ran, suspicion would still fall on them.

The more Hu Kun thought about it, the more he regretted it: damn it, why did it feel like he was possessed?

To put it bluntly, it was a tiny, trivial matter, yet he wanted to destroy someone, and he had to take this revenge today of all days.

Lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet, what should he do now?

While feeling annoyed, he accidentally glanced at Gao Zhanhong and Hu Kun froze abruptly: Young Master Gao's face was white, his eyes were red, and his body was trembling slightly.

It was as if he had been extremely frightened and his mental state was about to collapse.

"Brother Hong—Brother Hong?"

Gao Zhanhong turned his head, his lips moving, but he couldn't say a single word.

"No—Brother Hong, even if they suspect that bag of rock sugar was done by us, it's just a prank." Hu Kun was shocked and suspicious, "You hurry up and arrange for them to leave, even if someone wants to investigate, they won't be able to find anything!"

You're talking bullshit.

Gao Zhanhong wanted to slap Hu Kun: do you know what we are? Police!

It's just that our rank is too low, so we were embarrassed to show off and didn't wear that uniform when we came today.

Do you know the nature of breaking the law while being an officer, of framing someone? Getting us both fired on the spot would be a light punishment.

And do you know who is standing right in front of us?

Still "just arrange for them to leave, and they won't be able to find anything?" Come on, if you have the ability, make them leave the country.

Not to mention anything else, the Dongfeng Mengshi isn't some common piece of junk; there aren't many in the entire Xijing City. As long as Bureau Chief Li wants to investigate, he can follow this trail and find out that those tough guys are retired soldiers, and even coaches at the Training Base.

Hu Chenguang naturally wouldn't care, and even if he knew where the people were, he could only stare helplessly. But get this straight, the person talking to that kid right now is Bureau Chief Li, a municipal leader.

And taking a step back: even if the people ran and there was no evidence, Bureau Chief Li only needs to be suspicious to end his, Gao Zhanhong's, life.

He wouldn't even need to speak, wouldn't even need to give a hint; if Li Chunnan showed even the slightest inclination, that Training Base would be finished.

Do you know how much their family invested in the early stages? A full twenty million plus.

Do you know where that money came from?

The more Gao Zhanhong thought, the more afraid he became, his lips trembling. Suddenly, he saw Lin Sicheng talking to Bureau Chief Li, and he bit down hard on his teeth: money can make the devil push the millstone, at worst he'd just have to bleed a little.

If five hundred thousand isn't enough, then one million; if one million isn't enough, then two million. He's just a college student, I don't believe this kid won't be tempted.

Secretly changing his mind, he glared at Hu Kun: "What are you staring for, why don't you go get the stuff back?"

Get what, that bag of rock sugar?

Hu Kun looked stunned: it's 100% certain that the Narcotics Control Division is monitoring the parking lot, just waiting to make arrests. You want me to go get the stuff now?

"What if they haven't arrived yet? Even if they have, can they not recognize Bureau Chief Li?"

Seeing him standing still, Gao Zhanhong gritted his teeth, "Given the situation today, they definitely won't dare to make an arrest on the spot, they'll only dare to investigate quietly. Even if someone stubborn comes along, even if they dare to arrest, they will wait until the leaders are seated before doing so. Take this opportunity, hurry up and get the stuff out—"

Hu Kun stood still, his face pale: "And then what after I get it out?"

Gao Zhanhong lowered his voice: "Pour it out right in front of them, and then tell them it was just sugar!"

I get it: you want me to take the fall and admit that I was the one who put it there?

There is motive, and even more so, the time to commit the crime; at worst, it can be moved up a little: just say it was planted when Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming were accompanying the groom upstairs.

Hu Kun's face turned ashen: "Brother Hong, then what about my job?"

"At a time like this, you still have the mood to worry about your lousy job?" Gao Zhanhong sneered, "If you take the fall, at most it's a disciplinary action or getting fired. But if you don't, then it's definitely both of us taking the fall together."

"When that happens, not only will your job and mine both be gone, but my mother will also be implicated. Once my mother is implicated, the Training Base will 100% go under. You calculate it carefully: which is more and which is less?"

Gao Zhanhong gestured with his chin again: "Then think about it, how old is Bureau Chief Li this year, and how many years until he retires?"

It's just a job, after all. Once the wind blows over in a few years, I'll have my mother pull some strings and get you back in.

Hu Kun paused, his expression shifting between light and shadow: if the Training Base went under, it would mean the three million-plus invested in it would all go down the drain.

If he worked this job, how many lifetimes would it take to earn back three million?

He gritted his teeth: "I'll do it!"

Gao Zhanhong nodded forcefully: "Rest assured, I won't treat you unfairly. Once the base is set up, I'll add another half-percent of shares for you and make you Vice President!"

Half a percent is three million, plus the previous three million—done.

No sooner said than done, Hu Kun stood up with a "whoosh" and strode away with long, swift steps.

Gao Zhanhong let out a sharp sigh of relief: it had come to this, he had to confess this matter to his mother. He wouldn't say it was nothing, but at least it couldn't affect the base.

Secretly turning the thought over, he stood up and walked toward the entrance of the banquet hall as if nothing were wrong.

Not daring to get too close, Gao Zhanhong stood five or six steps behind Wu Ling.

Glancing back, Wu Ling smiled at her son. Gao Zhanhong always felt that his mother's smile was a bit forced.

To tell the truth, that Wu Ling could smile at this moment was already not bad.

She had only thought Hu Chenguang was a rootless soft persimmon, and that his toughness was just talk, unable to hold up for a few days. Who would have expected that he was wrapped in a layer of plastic, but inside was actually a solid lump of iron?

If she had known his relationship with Bureau Chief Li was this good, why bother getting into that argument with him? The Municipal Public Security Bureau Branch didn't just have Hu Chenguang as a Deputy Bureau Chief, did it?

At worst, she could have put it to a vote, let him reserve his opinion, and then change the wording in the document to be vague; the matter would have been settled.

It was just that she feared leaving behind evidence and planting a landmine for the future, so Wu Ling had thought it best to pull Hu Chenguang into the fold, which was why she had dragged it out so long and caused so much trouble. But who could have guessed that he had Bureau Chief Li behind him?

Just consider one point: if Bureau Chief Li also dug his heels in on that one point Hu Chenguang was stuck on, this base would never be built.

Because this time she was using the name of those above to seek private gain for herself. If she expanded the land usage area, let alone whether she could find one hundred million in relocation funds, the land usage procedures alone would never be approved.

The more she thought, the more she regretted it; Wu Ling wanted to slap herself twice. At the same time, she was calculating how to remedy the situation and how to keep Hu Chenguang from filing a complaint. If he did complain, how could she get Bureau Chief Li to show mercy and hold his hand high?

Pondering secretly, she glanced again at Hu Chenguang, who was trying hard to keep a straight face while his eyes were shining brightly.

It is not too late to mend the fold after the sheep is lost; at the very least, she had to release some goodwill and show some favor.

After finally waiting for Bureau Chief Li to finish speaking, Hu Chenguang invited an old man, said to be Dean Lin from Xida, to accompany him to the main guest table. Wu Ling walked to Hu Chenguang's side without a sound.

Coincidentally, Gu Kaishan also walked over, as if he wanted to discuss something with Hu Chenguang. Seeing her, Gu Kaishan glanced at her, then gestured with his chin toward behind her: "Division Chief Wu, is this your son?"

Wu Ling turned her head and looked at Gao Zhanhong: "Yes!"

Gu Kaishan nodded: "Truly a talent, witty and decisive!"

Wu Ling paused.

The first part was easy to understand, but the second: you don't even know him, how do you know he is witty and decisive?

A feeling that there was more to his words?

Just as she was suspicious, Gu Kaishan smiled: "There is a matter I must report to Division Chief Wu: today at noon when we returned from picking up the bride, your son arranged for someone to hide a bag of things in my godson's car."

Pausing slightly, Gu Kaishan bared his teeth and gestured: "White, powder!"

Wu Ling was stunned: white powder, what could that be?

Her face changed: Gu Kaishan, are you farting?

Cursing in her heart and pondering how to refute, Gu Kaishan pointed again: "Forgot to say, it's this one. Come, Sicheng, let me introduce you, this is Division Chief Wu."

Afterward, he pointed at Gao Zhanhong, who was full of terror and whose face was deathly pale: "The one preparing to send you inside is Division Chief Wu's son!"

The voice was not loud, but everyone who needed to hear it could hear it.

Lin Zhangqing stopped his steps, suspicious and uncertain. Li Chunnan turned around and furrowed his brows.

Hu Chenguang was stunned, his eyelids fluttering incessantly as if his hazard lights were on: is Gao Zhanhong full and having nothing better to do?

The two had never met, were complete strangers, and were not even remotely connected—

"Old Hu, don't blink, forgot to say, your nephew is also involved!" After saying this, Gu Kaishan walked over quickly and lowered his voice, "Bureau Chief Li, it is not that I am deliberately embarrassing Division Chief Wu, but that I am afraid something will happen—"

As he spoke, he took out his phone, lit the screen, and flipped to the information.

Li Chunnan narrowed his eyes:

Director Gu, please help me find Chen Peng and show him this message: Bureau Chief Chen, what is the meaning of you not answering the phone? Do you believe I will call Bureau Chief Li directly?

You surnamed Chen, playing dead, right? Fine, don't blame me for not warning you, and don't blame me for crashing your venue—

Looking at the note again: Professor Wang.

After reading it again, Li Chunnan turned his head and found Chen Peng.

In the row in front of the bride's family, everyone was wearing uniforms, and among them was Chen Peng. When he saw him, this dog thing first smiled, then his eyes began to drift around.

Just from this, Li Chunnan deduced seven or eight out of ten: what Gu Kaishan said was true, and what Wang Qi Zhi said was also true.

With no time to think carefully about how this happened or what the reason was, Li Chunnan pointed at Chen Peng and then turned to walk outside: "Everyone come out, we'll talk outside!"

This "everyone" naturally referred to Gu Kaishan, Wu Ling, Gao Zhanhong, Lin Sicheng, and Hu Chenguang.

As for Chen Peng, if he dared not come out, he would break his legs.

Hu Chenguang was dumbfounded: "Old Gu, what's the situation?"

Gu Kaishan shook his head: "I don't have time to explain, ask your son-in-law later!"

Wu Ling was both shocked and suspicious, just about to ask Gao Zhanhong, but seeing her son's expression, her face changed.

No one knows a son like his mother; with just one look, she knew what this beast was thinking: how did Gu Kaishan know?

Suddenly, blood rushed to her head, and Wu Ling's vision blurred.

She bit the tip of her tongue, her voice like the chirping of an ant: "It wasn't you who did it!"

It was not a question, but an affirmation, meaning: even if beaten to death, one must not admit it.

Gao Zhanhong nodded incessantly.

Only Lin Sicheng: as if it had nothing to do with him, not a single expression could be seen on his face.

Then, Li Chunnan in the lead, a group of people following behind, walked toward the entrance.

Hu Kun stood to one side of the revolving door, having already hesitated for quite a while: in fact, when he left the door, he had already regretted it.

It was not regret for taking the fall for Gao Zhanhong, but regret for not taking the opportunity to ask for a few more benefits.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go back and negotiate terms with Gao Zhanhong again, a massive crowd emerged from the lobby.

Taking a closer look, Hu Kun was startled, and with a "slap," he stood at attention: "Director Li!"

Wearing a suit with his chest exposed and his coat open, this salute was neither fish nor fowl.

Assuming he was just a police officer from Hu Chenguang's bureau, Li Chunnan nodded slightly, his feet not stopping.

But just as they walked out of the sensor door, two "thump, thump" sounds rang out, followed by two fierce shouts: "What are you doing?"

"Don't move!"

Following the sound to look: two young men jumped down from the banquet hall window and headed straight for the Santana opposite.

The car was very dilapidated, its trunk tilted high as if it had just been in a car accident. Looking closer: in the gaps on both sides of the car doors, two people were crouching furtively, as if using something to pick the keyhole.

The strange thing was, seeing people running over, the two people were not only not afraid, but instead carried a bit of excitement.

The two looked at each other and smiled, threw away their lock-picking tools, and their hands reached toward their lower backs.

Li Chunnan's eyelids twitched "zeng zeng zeng": this movement, could it be any more familiar?

Immediately, with a few "bang, bang, bang" sounds, six or seven more people jumped down from the vans on both sides of the Santana. The exact same movements: lifting their jacket hems, reaching for their lower backs.

But just as they touched their waists, the two young men opposite shouted again: "Don't move, which unit are you from?"

Seven or eight police officers were all stunned: colleagues?

You really couldn't say: look at the police cars in the circle around them, then look at the lobby, at those tables one after another with one-bar-three, two-bars-one, two-bars-two.

But no one dared to be careless, and they drew what they were supposed to draw: what if these two were drug dealers, bluffing on purpose?

Not until the two young men took out their identification and flashed it at them: "Asking you a question, which unit are you from?"

The one leading the team was a deputy captain, just about to respond, when Chen Peng arrived after the fact, running out from the lobby: "All of you shut your mouths."

Damn it, it's not enough to be embarrassed.

Why the hell are you reporting?

He muttered and cursed while running and pointing: "All of you put them away!"

Director Chen?

A group of Narcotics Control Division police felt a tightness in their hearts, pulled their hands back, and stood at attention with their hands at their sides: "Director Chen!"

Chen Peng ignored them, ran to the side of the two young men who had jumped out of the window, and shouted angrily: "Stand straight!"

The two young men stood at attention.

Then Chen Peng first felt his waist, then his pockets, then his pant legs: eh, nothing there?

Scared the hell out of me: thought these two greenhorns were carrying guns to attend the banquet?

Then, he casually gave them two slaps, one to the back of each person's head: "Don't want your lives anymore?"

Those in the Narcotics Control Division have always had hands faster than their brains, because if their hands were even a little slow, they would have to go to the martyrs' cemetery.

The two young men stood stiffly, not daring to move.

Feeling them over again, there was indeed nothing, Chen Peng glared: "Go back and eat the banquet!"

The two young men stood at attention. But before they had walked many steps, seeing Li Chunnan, they stood at attention and saluted again.

Chen Peng turned his head and looked at the several Narcotics Control Division police: "Leave two, the rest go back to the car!"

As he spoke, he pointed at Gu Kaishan again: "I'll settle the account with you later—why aren't you opening the door yet?"

Gu Kaishan walked over with a dejected look and opened the car door. Then he reached in and pulled away the leather cover of the gear shift.

Chen Peng took a look, his pupils shrinking: a stick made of sealed bags lay quietly inside.

He bared his teeth as if he had a toothache and took the thing out.

Seeing the thing in his hand, the expressions of those behind him became uglier than the last.

Hu Kun leaned against a pillar, his two legs going soft. Gao Zhanhong mustered his energy and pinched him hard on the waist.

Wu Ling's eye sockets couldn't stop trembling, wishing she could strangle Gao Zhanhong to death right there on the spot.

Hu Chenguang was slow to realize, his two eyeballs staring and darting around: this damn thing, is it coming straight for someone's life?

But with no grudges and no enmity?

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