Chapter 160: At the Critical Moment, It's the Ministry of State Security You Can Count On

The stench of blood and rot hung in the air, turning stomachs and bringing on the urge to retch.

Yu Dazhang fixed the four youths with a cold stare and walked slowly toward them.

Before he even reached them, the four were already scared out of their wits and dropped to their knees one after another.

"Don't—don't, don't, don't kill me!"

The slightly older of the youths spoke in a trembling voice, barely able to get the words out, his face ashen white.

His whole body was shaking violently, beyond his control, from sheer terror.

The other three youths couldn't even manage a plea for mercy.

They collapsed on the ground like a heap of rotten mud, utterly incapable of putting up any resistance.

"Dazhang." Ma Jian walked up beside Yu Dazhang and gave his shoulder a light pat:

"That's enough. Don't do anything rash."

Was I being rash… Actually, when Yu Dazhang first walked over, he had only meant to cuff these people with the handcuffs.

As it turned out, not only did the thugs misunderstand, but even Ma Jian and the others thought he was about to keep attacking.

It was simply that Yu Dazhang's current appearance was far too terrifying.

His face and body were covered in sticky blood.

His hands, neck, hair—viscous liquid was running down everywhere, making him look like some evil ghost that had crawled out of hell.

With that look, he could guest-star in a horror film—no makeup needed, he could go straight on set.

Seeing Yu Dazhang pull out the handcuffs, Ma Jian immediately took them, then nudged him along:

"You go back to the car and notify the team to send support. We'll handle things here."

He didn't dare let Yu Dazhang come into contact with those four youths again.

Anyone with eyes could see that this fatty had gone into a killing frenzy; if he had some kind of stress reaction, Ma Jian didn't think he could hold him back.

"Alright." Yu Dazhang agreed, but didn't leave right away.

He only turned and walked toward the SUV once Ma Jian and the others had all four youths cuffed.

Reaching the driver's-side door, he knocked on the window first, signaling Qu Tuotuo inside to open the door.

The moment Qu Tuotuo saw it was him, she opened the door at once.

Sliding into the driver's seat, Yu Dazhang fished his phone out of his jacket pocket, lit up the screen, and swiped twice.

Not bad—still working.

After that fierce fight just now, the phone screen didn't even have a single crack.

"Wipe yourself off first."

Qu Tuotuo said, pulling out a pack of tissues and drawing two out to hand over.

Yu Dazhang took the tissues, glanced at her, and asked as he wiped his hands:

"You must've been terrified just now?"

"I'm not as fragile as you think." Qu Tuotuo said dismissively:

"A little scared, sure, but not nearly as exaggerated as you're making it out to be."

After saying that, she looked again at Yu Dazhang's hands.

At that moment, Yu Dazhang was using the tissues to wipe the phone screen.

The blood from his hands had smeared onto the screen earlier; if not wiped off in time, once the blood dried it would stick to it.

He was trembling… Qu Tuotuo saw very clearly that Yu Dazhang's hands were shaking slightly.

Not just his hands—his entire body was trembling faintly, beyond his control.

This was actually a normal human reaction.

Yu Dazhang wasn't a born killer; he still couldn't completely disregard life.

During the fight just now, he had been in a state of extreme tension the whole time, which had caused his adrenaline to spike and his blood to race.

Combined with the dopamine surge, it had left him immensely wired.

The instant he suddenly calmed down, his mind instinctively triggered a self-protective mechanism to conserve psychological energy.

And that was just him.

If it had been an ordinary person, killing ten people in one go, they'd probably have already broken down completely.

After wiping the blood off the screen, Yu Dazhang dialed Li Jun.

The ringtone sounded only twice before the call was picked up.

"Dazhang?"

Li Jun's voice came through with a note of surprise—he clearly hadn't expected Yu Dazhang to call him after hours. "I've been attacked."

Yu Dazhang quickly rattled off his current location, then went on:

"The scene is already under control. Ma Jian and I aren't injured. Their side numbered close to twenty. As for casualties…"

He paused mid-sentence.

The casualty count on the other side was something he really couldn't bring himself to say just yet.

Li Jun knew him too well—the moment he heard him stall, he knew what was on his mind.

This fatty had killed again!

"I'll bring people over right now. We'll talk when I see you."

After ending the call, Yu Dazhang thought for a moment, then dialed Li Mingzhao.

It had been the Ministry of State Security that warned him to be careful back then, and now that an attack had indeed happened, so he felt it necessary to let the Ministry of State Security know.

Most importantly, the scene was simply too gruesome to look at.

Please... sa.... ve.... 6.... 9.... boo.... k.... ba.... r....!

There were still plenty of onlookers who didn't know what was going on, witnessing this bloody scene.

If someone took the chance to use a phone or other device to record these images and upload them to the internet, the fallout would be terrible.

After a long ringtone, the call was finally answered.

Another burst of "whirr whirr whirr" came through, though this time the sound was noticeably much quieter than before.

"What's wrong?"

Li Mingzhao's voice was clearer than last time too, and even his tone had become much lighter — he sounded to be in a very good mood.

Does he live in the sky now? Yu Dazhang could tell that the noise on the line was still the sound of a rotor.

Though this time it seemed to be a different model.

"Boss, I just got attacked — almost died!" Yu Dazhang said loudly.

Before making the call he had already decided: he had to play up the severity, otherwise the Ministry of State Security wouldn't take it seriously.

Besides, the main purpose of this call was to use the Ministry of State Security's power to suppress public opinion.

The move worked beautifully — the moment Li Mingzhao heard Yu Dazhang had almost died, his tone changed.

"Where are you hurt? Is it serious?"

He actually cares about me… this was truly beyond Yu Dazhang's expectations.

"Lucky me, no injuries. Good thing the team sent people to secretly protect me, otherwise it really would've been touch and go."

Yu Dazhang deliberately said in a tone still shaken by the close call:

"Nearly twenty of them came at me — an ambush, then a car ramming — and one of them even had a gun. The only reason I survived is sheer dumb luck."

Right after that, he briefly described the entire attack.

While recounting it, he didn't forget to embellish, adding several more hair-raising episodes.

At that moment, Qu Tuotuo was wiping his face with tissues; when she heard the dangerous parts, her hands began to tremble.

"Good that nothing happened." Li Mingzhao on the other end of the line let out a breath:

"The other side is desperate now. Don't worry, I guarantee this is the last time — I'll wrap things up on my end today, and tomorrow I'll head to Songhai."

Please don't wait until tomorrow… Yu Dazhang quickly said:

"Boss, they came at me on a main street. Plenty of passersby saw it, and some probably shot video. If this gets out…"

He didn't need to spell it out — he trusted Li Mingzhao would understand.

It's 2014 now, and self-media has only just begun to take off.

And under the current online environment,

the direction of online public opinion is extremely sensitive when it comes to civil servants, police, and other special professions.

Once an incident like this is exposed, it would surely cause an enormous uproar, and could even inflict extremely damaging negative effects on the relevant departments and individuals.

But for the Ministry of State Security, suppressing news like this would be effortless.

"So this is the real reason you're calling me."

Li Mingzhao's voice was flat — impossible to tell whether he was pleased or angry, and there wasn't the slightest hint of reproach:

"You rascal — when are you ever going to fix that slippery habit? Don't worry, this one's easy."

That's all he needed… Seeing his goal achieved, Yu Dazhang immediately thanked him.

Just as he was about to hang up, Li Mingzhao's voice came through again:

"Tell me straight — how many did you kill this time?"

(End of chapter)