Chapter 755: Sweeping Away the Villains of Red Square

He Yuzhu crashed into the crowd like a god of pestilence, his long staff whirling up and down, whipping up a whistling wind.

Seven or eight people were knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye; they couldn't even manage a groan before they were unable to get back up.

The remaining people continued to charge forward, attempting to surround and kill him in the middle.

Yet He Yuzhu could always find a way out through the gaps between people—sometimes sliding out sideways against an opponent's shoulder, sometimes leaping into the air to flip over everyone's heads.

In less than three minutes, more than twenty people were all sprawled on the ground, their wails rising one after another.

He Yuzhu roared at He Zheng: "Get in the car, go quickly!"

He Zheng and his group watched, dumbfounded, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Xiao Du finally reacted—He Zheng hadn't been bragging; he really had brought a tough character, and it was definitely not just for show.

The group scrambled into the minibus, the engine roared to life, tires screeched against the ground, and the vehicle shot forward violently.

He Yuzhu knocked down the last person, hopped onto his motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and followed closely behind the vehicle.

The minibus sped all the way toward the Northern Company's station.

On the bus, the dozen or so people instantly erupted into a frenzy.

Liu Chun, the Northern Company's representative stationed in Moscow, leaned over and asked: "He Zheng, the bodyguard you hired is too fierce. Who exactly is he?"

He Zheng thought that since his old man had already shown his face, there was no need to hide it anymore, so he straightened his back and said with a face full of pride: "That's my dad, not bad, right?"

Liu Chun laughed: "Not just 'not bad', he's simply too amazing! I think your dad is much more impressive than you."

He Zheng rolled his eyes: "Can't you people from the company say something pleasant? In our family, this is called 'a tiger father has no dog son'."

Xiao Du leaned over and scratched his head in embarrassment: "He Zheng, I'm sorry. I kept thinking you were bluffing us before; it turns out you really did bring someone."

He Zheng smiled: "Why would I lie to you? Is my own life not worth anything?"

Ivan was so excited he kept slapping his thigh: "He Zheng, I really didn't expect Old Mr. He to be so powerful!"

The bus full of people chatted and laughed, and before long, they arrived at the Northern Company's dormitory area.

As soon as He Yuzhu parked his motorcycle, he was surrounded by this group of young people.

Liu Chun's eyes shone, his tone full of admiration: "Uncle He, you are too amazing! Those people looked fierce and vicious, but in front of you, they were like paper cutouts."

Tianzhen also hurriedly squeezed over and called out sweetly: "Dad, you were awesome!"

He Yuzhu looked at everyone's excited expressions but poured a bucket of cold water on them: "This group of people is clearly organized. Since they didn't succeed today, they might retaliate. Everyone be careful, don't go out alone, and follow unified arrangements. Don't be too afraid, either; I will find a way to settle this."

Xiao Du asked: "Uncle He, should I go contact the embassy?"

He Yuzhu shook his head: "Not yet, let me make a phone call first."

He found a phone booth and dialed Kajia's number directly.

The call connected, and as soon as Kajia heard He Yuzhu's voice, her voice changed pitch with excitement: "Teacher, where are you?"

"I am in Moscow."

Kajia said happily: "Where are you staying? I'll come find you right now; I'm in Moscow too!"

He Yuzhu gave her the address. Not long after, Kajia arrived.

She was dressed in a well-tailored dark women's suit, her temples were groomed meticulously, and her figure was kept in excellent shape—unlike many Russian women who lose their shape after forty.

He Yuzhu looked her over: "You haven't changed much; you still look quite young."

Kajia smiled: "I have always insisted on working out, and I have never stopped practicing the Kung Fu you taught me back then."

Today's Kajia was already a Deputy Director of the Soviet Computer and Communications Agency, a Deputy Bureau Level Official, holding real power.

"Kajia, I have an urgent matter to find you for today." He Yuzhu's tone suddenly turned heavy.

Kajia replied with a smile: "Teacher, just give your orders. As long as I can do it, I will have no objections."

"Our Northern Company's business here has been targeted recently. I've found out clearly that it's the Red Square Skinheads. They've been provoking trouble in the open and in secret, burned our warehouse, and just now they surrounded and blocked our company employees; I beat them off. I'm not afraid of their retaliation, but I'm worried about something happening to the company's people."

Kajia frowned slightly: "Most of these people are retired soldiers. Dissatisfied with the state's resettlement, they banded together and specifically target wealthy people and foreign businessmen."

"Doesn't this place crack down hard on these kinds of people?" He Yuzhu asked.

Kajia sighed softly: "Our country seems to have problems. At first, it was lifeless; on the surface, it looks stable, but in reality, there are undercurrents, like a volcano about to erupt... Nowadays, daily necessities are extremely scarce; one has to stand in long lines just to buy some affordable bread..."

Hearing her words, He Yuzhu knew that Kajia was a clear-headed person, so he lowered his voice and said: "There are some things I shouldn't say. But you are my student, so I must tell you—this great alliance of yours probably won't last much longer; at most, it has seven years left. You should make your own plans early."

Kajia's eyes widened suddenly: "How is that possible? Teacher, then what should people like us do?"

"When that time comes, large companies from Western countries will flood in and acquire your high-quality enterprises at low prices... The common people will go hungry, and inflation will turn a lifetime of savings into waste paper..."

Kajia was stunned for a long time before saying in a low voice: "Teacher, I believe you."

"The situation in your country is already rotten to the core. I can't help much, but I can help you. I have a batch of goods; you find an agent to register a company, and we will split the shares fifty-fifty. Subsequently, we will ship the goods over one after another."

"Teacher, I cannot take your shares; I can help you for free!"

He Yuzhu waved his hand: "You stayed by my side for seven years, so you know I'm not short on money. This batch of goods was something I obtained easily; it includes liquor, canned goods, and textiles. It's not like I'm letting you take it for nothing—you have to help me deal with that group of people; this matter requires pulling strings."

Kajia lowered her voice: "My husband is currently the Deputy Bureau Chief of the local police station; it won't be hard to arrest them."

He Yuzhu smiled: "That couldn't be better. However, the Red Square Skinheads have backers behind them, too; it will be hard to topple them completely without paying some price."

Only then did Kajia nod: "Okay, I will listen to you."

Tongzhou, Wang Family Village.

Liu Guangtian, Liu Guangfu, and Xu Damao had been guarding Wang Gui's home for three full days.

Yet Wang Gui never showed his face.

Xu Damao searched inside and outside the house several times, but couldn't even find a single item of value, and he gnashed his teeth in anger: "Liu Guangtian, what do you plan to do next?"

For these three days, Liu Guangtian himself had been suffering miserably.

At night, rats scurried across the rafters and ceiling, cold wind poured in through the door cracks, making him shiver, the food was poor, and he couldn't sleep soundly. After staying for three days, it felt like enduring half a month, and he had lost a whole layer of weight.

He gritted his teeth hard and looked at Xu Damao: "Brother Damao, only now do I realize that I can't make it in the antique business. The water in this trade is too deep; I can't handle it. I have a friend who is moving clothes from Guangdong to Si Jiu Cheng, saying it's quite profitable, and I want to try that too. Don't worry, I will pay back the money I owe you sooner or later."

Xu Damao asked: "What about Wang Gui? Are you not going to look for him anymore?"

Liu Guangtian smiled bitterly: "This time it was my own poor judgment; even if he set a trap, I walked into it myself. In the end, it's because my experience is too shallow to work in this trade."

Seeing that no one was coming, Xu Damao waved his hand and had the three Bodyguards accompanying him push down Wang Gui's house, which finally let him vent his pent-up anger.

On the road, Xu Damao patted Liu Guangtian on the shoulder: "A person will always experience some setbacks in their life. If you really go into the clothing trade, keep your wits about you."

Liu Guangtian's eyes turned red, and he nodded vigorously: "Rest assured, I'm already over forty years old; I won't act impulsively again. The lesson from this incident has been profound enough for me."