Chapter 92: Just Like That, You Still Won't Die?

"Fine, I can handle it." Yu Zecheng nodded and agreed.

Private contact with the Dangtong Bureau is a major taboo.

But thinking of how Hong Zhiyou had risked his life to save him multiple times, he had to go all out this time no matter what.

"Remember, you must take photos and entrust someone to pass them to Lu Qiao."

Hong Zhiyou winked at him.

Yu Zecheng understood and pointed at him: "You kid are truly cunning."

"What about the third strike?"

"For the third strike, you and your wife need to stir up some trouble using the matter of Xiao Wuzi."

"The bigger, the better."

"I know you are stationed at the Jinmen Station and can achieve great merit."

"But for now, it is best if you leave and transfer for a while; once you leave, I will leave too."

"Let Wu Jingzhong and Liu Xiong play by themselves."

"Once he is no longer having fun, combined with the previous two strikes, Liu Xiong will naturally have to die."

Hong Zhiyou said, mapping out the strategy.

Yu Zecheng was incredibly sharp; after a moment of thought, he understood:

"Your plan is vicious."

"Let the Station Chief kill Liu Xiong, and neither of us will leave any evidence behind."

"One must be ruthless to be a man!"

Hong Zhiyou smiled; dealing with smart people was always comfortable.

"It's a good thing I didn't make an enemy of you, brother."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I died." Yu Zecheng smiled with relief.

You are Deep Sea.

I could choose not to support you and watch you die.

But killing you? Let's forget about that.

"So, Liu Xiong is as good as dead," Yu Zecheng said.

"He must croak."

"I said it, even the Generalissimo can't save him!" Hong Zhiyou laughed coldly.

As the two were talking.

Wu Jingzhong and Mrs. Kang walked in.

Hong Zhiyou immediately tilted his head and pretended to be half-dead.

"Station Chief, Lady." Yu Zecheng stood up to greet them.

"What did the doctor say?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"It takes a hundred days to recover from broken bones and tendons; I definitely won't be able to play mahjong for a while."

"And the wound is festering a bit."

Yu Zecheng spoke the truth.

"That bastard Liu Xiong."

"Zecheng, you've kept him company all day, go back and rest first."

Wu Jingzhong said with a smile.

Yu Zecheng nodded and walked out.

"Zhiyou, are you feeling any better?" Wu Jingzhong asked with a deep, smiling voice.

"Station Chief, better, much better."

"It's just that I haven't eaten for a day and a night, I'm starving. Did the Lady make anything delicious?"

"I also want to eat some sweet pig trotter soup."

Hong Zhiyou acted pitifully and listlessly.

"That god-damned Liu Xiong."

"I usually treat him like a brother, yet he lays a hand on your people like this."

"Look, what has he beaten you into?"

Mrs. Kang saw the gauze still seeping blood and wiped away tears in distress.

"Lady, it's just my bad luck for not handling things carefully."

"I got targeted by him."

"If the Station Chief hadn't arrived in time, after the branding iron, I might have been off to see the King of Hell by now."

"You say, with my body like this, if I'm left with a scar, which girl will fancy me in the future?"

"Might as well just die."

Hong Zhiyou joked with a smile.

"Sigh, this matter is my fault."

"I repeatedly instructed Xiao Guohua to keep a close eye on Liu Xiong."

"In the blink of an eye, the fence wasn't locked tight, and this mad dog ran out to bite people."

Wu Jingzhong sighed helplessly.

"Why did you burn that batch of goods?"

"If you had brought it back, I would have explained it to Liu Xiong; he wouldn't have talked nonsense."

Speaking of this, Wu Jingzhong frowned, his tone quite accusatory.

"Teacher, I had no choice."

"Liu Xiong called the Enforcement Team of the Gendarmerie Headquarters."

"Their captain, Tang Wu, has ties with the Dangtong Bureau."

"If they investigated and found something, Sun Chuanzhi and Ye Xiufeng would definitely make a mountain out of a molehill. Wouldn't that put you in a disadvantageous position, Teacher?"

"I figured it's better to lose money than to lose my position."

"So I didn't want to cause you trouble, Teacher. As for the money, later I'll have Director Yu squeeze a few more wealthy fat cats, and we'll make it back."

Hong Zhiyou explained in a soft, gentle voice.

"Tang Wu still has contact with the Dangtong Bureau?" Wu Jingzhong frowned and asked loudly.

The Gendarmerie Headquarters was not under his direct command.

But like the Police Bureau, he had the authority to deploy them.

In reality, it was considered one of Wu Jingzhong's private offices.

If Tang Wu was colluding with the Dangtong Bureau, that was purely biting the hand that feeds him.

The problem was, Liu Xiong had intelligence and human resources under his command.

How could he join forces with Tang Wu behind his back?

"Teacher, you can just have Director Lu investigate it and you'll know," Hong Zhiyou said.

"You did well."

"The Dangtong Bureau and we are like fire and water, burning it was for the best."

"It's just a pity about those thirteen trucks of wine."

"Wu Rui is urging me for eighty thousand US dollars again, I'm truly at my wit's end."

Wu Jingzhong sighed with worry.

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

"I'm afraid I can't help you for this period of time," Hong Zhiyou said with a helpless smile.

"You focus on recovering and get well soon."

Wu Jingzhong offered a word of comfort and left with Mrs. Kang.

That night.

Following the address Hong Zhiyou gave him, Yu Zecheng found Xie Ruo not far from his home.

"Old Xie?"

When he entered, Xie Ruo was lying on the bed smoking opium.

"Who are you?" Xie Ruo didn't recognize him for a moment.

"Secretary Hong sent me," Yu Zecheng said.

"Secretary Hong, eh."

"An old... acquaintance, you look familiar, you..."

Suddenly, his expression changed; he pulled a gun from under his pillow, jumped up, and aimed it at Yu Zecheng.

"Wan Lilang is dead."

"That pile of waste paper you have is worthless; Station Chief Wu burned it to ashes after reading it."

Yu Zecheng sneered.

"Then Secretary Hong has suffered a loss," Xie Ruo put away the gun.

"That is why he introduced you to me."

"Do you know Tang Wu, the captain of the law enforcement team at the Gendarmerie Headquarters?"

Yu Zecheng took out a gold bar and tapped it against his palm.

Xie Ruo stared at the gold bar, licked his lips, and chuckled dryly:

"If there's money, then... I know him, I know him in a heartbeat.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Meet with him and shake his hand," Yu Zecheng said.

"It's that simple?" Xie Ruo took the gold bar, doubting it was real.

"It's that simple," Yu Zecheng nodded.

Xie Ruo bit it, confirmed the purity was fine, and smiled:

"Un... understood.

"Framing people, your Jinhai Station also has people who specialize in that line of work.

"A while back, our Deputy Station Chief Yao just shook hands with someone from your station in private, got photographed, and was immediately sent by Sun Chuanzhi to guard the warehouse."

"Who is this person from Jinhai Station?" Yu Zecheng asked.

"That... I can't tell you that," Xie Ruo said.

"I'll add one thousand dollars," Yu Zecheng said.

"No."

"Two thousand."

"Stop right there, brother. We all eat from the same pot; who cares if you're holding a porcelain bowl, a gold bowl, or a silver bowl?

"If you take money to do a job, you have to keep things harmonious.

"If you go digging, then... that's cutting off someone's livelihood.

"People will want your head for that.

"So, no matter how much money, I... I can't tell you."

Xie Ruo said.

"You're quite principled," Yu Zecheng smiled.

"That's a must.

"I'll take this job. Tomorrow at twelve noon, at the Tongfu Tavern, you just come and take the photo," Xie Ruo patted his chest to guarantee it.

Yu Zecheng said no more, picked up his bag, and left.

Night.

Two black Beetle cars drove toward each other, one from the east and one from the west.

At the moment they passed each other, Long Er picked up an envelope and tossed it into the other car's window.

There was no communication whatsoever.

The two cars drove off in their respective directions.

Yong Jianqiu returned home.

He opened the envelope; inside was a stack of photos.

They were candid shots of Hong Zhiyou and Rong Bin's assistant handing over Cao Qingming.

Although Hong Zhiyou was wearing a round hat.

It was not hard to tell it was him from his Zhongshan suit uniform and his build.

"Jinhai Station secretary Hong Zhiyou suspected of taking bribes and privately releasing a traitor from the Beiping Chamber of Commerce.

"Use this for the headline.

"The current climate for purging traitors in the country is running high.

"When the time comes, publish it on the front page of the newspapers, then mobilize students to hold a rally at Jinhai Station to denounce him."

Yong Jianqiu picked out a few of the clearer photos and handed them to Yong Manhua.

"Father, Secretary Hong is truly risking everything to win," Yong Manhua remarked with emotion.

"Without some guts, you can't take down Liu Xiong.

"Secretary Hong is a man who does big things."

Yong Jianqiu nodded and praised him.

"Now we just have to see how things turn out on Yu Zecheng's end.

"If this strike lands well.

"Even if Liu Xiong has a body of steel, he'll be smashed to pieces."

Yong Manhua smiled faintly.

"Keep it under wraps for now; as soon as the notice from Secretary Hong arrives, publish it immediately."

Slap!

Yu Zecheng returned home, his face full of exhaustion.

The recent series of events had left him mentally drained.

Cuiping was using chopsticks to taste the food; seeing how actively and diligently she was trying to fit in, Yu Zecheng felt a strange sense of heartache.

Xiao Wuzi was dead!

He had seen the security department load him onto the truck with his own eyes.

Just a few days ago, he was still a lively little fatty.

Just because of one hand grenade.

The person was gone.

"Old Yu, you're back. Look at what I made: stir-fried pork with chili.

"You don't even get to eat this dish once a year.

"I just got a bit excited and my hand slipped, so there's a bit too much salt.

"But it's perfect with rice."

Cuiping served him rice and greeted him with a smile.

"I'm not eating, I have no appetite," Yu Zecheng leaned against the chair, his face full of gloom.

"What's wrong?" Cuiping asked him.

Yu Zecheng kept his head down and said nothing.

Cuiping grew annoyed and put down her chopsticks:

"I hate this brooding act of yours the most. What can't a grown man talk about?

"Who are you pulling that face for?"

"You've been exposed," Yu Zecheng had no heart to argue with her.

"Didn't we cover it up by sending gifts?

"Scaring me all day long, is it just because you want to say I'm bad at my job and drive me away?

"Making a mountain out of a molehill, looking down on people.

"I look down on you too, taking gold and silver and playing dirty tricks all day long."

Cuiping always felt that Yu Zecheng was exaggerating.

Even if Liu Xiong touched the grenade and asked a few questions, so what?

That wasn't evidence.

Was underground work really that dangerous?

Her more direct feeling was Yu Zecheng's coldness and disdain, especially that look filled with helplessness, which hurt Cuiping deeply.

It was more painful than being killed.

Because she had always believed that she was the most outstanding soldier of the Mobile Corps Commander force.

A fighter cast in steel, capable of adapting to and completing any mission assigned by the organization.

"Stop eating, I'm taking you somewhere," Yu Zecheng stood up and said.

Cuiping wiped her mouth, followed him out the door, and drove straight to the hospital.

"Everything is fine, why are we coming to the hospital?

"Are you sick?"

Cuiping asked curiously.

Yu Zecheng ignored her and turned straight toward the morgue in the back.

Seeing the white flowers hanging at the entrance, Cuiping realized something was wrong:

"Old Yu, did... did a relative of yours pass away?"

"Not my relative, yours," Yu Zecheng said, flashing his credentials at the attendant to the side:

"The body sent over by Jinhai Station an hour ago."

"Director Yu, please, this way."

The attendant led them into the morgue inside.

On a stretcher, a body was covered with a white cloth.

"You go on out first," Yu Zecheng ordered.

Once the steward stepped back, he pulled away the white cloth on top.

Xiao Wuzi lay on the cold iron bed, not a single patch of skin on his entire body left intact.

The flesh, scorched by branding irons, was curled and mangled.

The bones of his entire chest cavity were shattered and sunken in.

His hands and feet were bloated, and his fingernails were long gone.

……

His face, originally somewhat chubby and honest, was twisted beyond recognition.

Those large eyeballs were filled with blood.

They were opened wide, perfectly round.

He died with his eyes wide open in indignation!

"Xiao Wuzi!"

After a brief moment of panic, Cuiping let out a shriek and threw herself onto the corpse.

Yu Zecheng stood to the side, very calm.

His heart was in great pain.

But he had to let the grief pass in the shortest time possible.

His growth had taken place in the Shuitun Prison, watching those predecessors die in silence.

And now, it was Cuiping's turn.

The struggle is always cruel.

But it is also the best catalyst for a warrior's evolution.

"Mrs. Yu, please accept my condolences."

As Cuiping was crying, Li Ya walked in with his hands in his pockets.

"What happened?" Yu Zecheng asked.

"It's like this: yesterday, north of Bawang Village, the Security Brigade wiped out a band of bandits.

"During the clearing operation, someone recognized him as a fellow villager of Mrs. Yu.

"So, they brought the body over.

"I was just about to notify Section Chief Yu and his wife, but I didn't expect you to have already heard the news.

"My condolences."

Li Ya explained with feigned grief and helplessness.

"Thanks," Yu Zecheng said.

"Don't mention it.

"Ma'am, are you going to transport him back to your hometown, or should we have him buried here at the funeral home?"

Li Ya used the conversation to secretly observe Cuiping's expression.

"No need.

"There are wolves on the road, and didn't you say there were bandits about?

"Let the hospital handle the burial.

"Find a decent plot to lay my brother to rest, and burn plenty of spirit money."

Cuiping wiped away her tears and gave the instructions.

"Very well," Li Ya nodded.

"Let's go."

Yu Zecheng took Cuiping and walked out.

Li Ya watched the two of them, his eyes narrowing, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

This woman didn't seem to have very deep feelings either.

She just shouted "Xiao Wuzi" once.

She didn't say another word.

Isn't it said that the Reds value revolutionary friendship the most?

Back home.

Cuiping threw herself into Yu Zecheng's arms, tears rolling down:

"Was it because of that hand grenade?"

"Yes!

"The night I arrived, I told you the lesson about 'handing the tea leaves over to Ke Gong.'

"You thought I was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Now you've seen it with your own eyes; as long as Liu Xiong has even a shred of suspicion, he will stop at nothing and hound us like a mad dog.

"One grenade, one life.

"If he finds any concrete evidence, the next ones to die will be you and me."

Yu Zecheng said with an expressionless face.

"I was wrong.

"I was wrong.

"It was me who got Xiao Wuzi killed, wuwu!"

She couldn't hold back and began to sob loudly.

"You know you're wrong, yet you're still crying so loudly.

"Zhou Yaofu lives right downstairs," Yu Zecheng reminded her coldly.

Cuiping ran away, buried her head in the sofa, and began to sob and whimper.

"Stop crying.

"I asked the Station Chief for two days of sick leave tonight.

"Buy more groceries tomorrow morning, and don't go out for the next few days."

After saying this, Yu Zecheng went upstairs by himself.

He knew that in Hong Zhiyou's plan, he was a crucial link.

This operation had to be performed perfectly, no matter what.

……

No. 1 Changde Road.

Wu Jingzhong sat in a rattan chair with a hot towel on his forehead.

He was sick.

From anger.

His head was spinning, he was inflamed with rage, and his blood pressure had spiked.

"Sigh, I'm old; one provocation and I can't take it anymore," Wu Jingzhong groaned.

"Serves you right."

Mei Qiuju muttered to him while changing his towel.

"Section Chief Xiao just passed on the word that Zecheng is sick and wants to take a few days off," she said, replacing the towel.

"Taking leave? Why didn't he submit a report directly instead of having Section Chief Xiao pass on the word?" Wu Jingzhong said with dissatisfaction.

"Isn't it obvious?

"The man is disheartened and afraid of you.

"Who is Hong Zhiyou?

"With no faction and no background, such a clean person, he treated you like his own father or ancestor, honoring and supporting you.

"And what happened?

"Without even a word, you let someone find a random excuse to drag him in and torture him.

"Tell me, who in the station would dare to rely on you now?

"Even tigers have feelings after being raised for a long time; if it were me, I'd run too."

Mei Qiuju nagged him incessantly.

"What do you mean I found a random excuse?" Wu Jingzhong felt annoyed.

"Who doesn't know that Liu Xiong is the mad dog you raised?

"Yes, you didn't give the order.

"But Lu Qiaoshan, Zecheng, and the others don't think that way; they will only think you are cold-blooded and ungrateful, discarding the donkey once it's finished grinding the grain."

"Not to mention, Zhiyou risked his life in a bandit den to handle things for us.

"And then we turn around and treat him like this.

"Anyone would feel their heart go cold."

Mei Qiuju sighed and said.

"Sigh.

"Thirteen trucks of wine, all ruined in Liu Xiong's hands.

"I really didn't want him to keep investigating, but the man is just too stubborn."

Wu Jingzhong took off the towel and said gloomily.

"You are the leader, he is the subordinate, what is so difficult about that?"

"Transfer him away."

Mei Qiuju said.

"Transfer him away?"

"You think I haven't thought of that? Then he will treat me as a Red Ticket too."

"This person has become obsessed with the Red Ticket issue."

"As long as he thinks I am a Red Ticket, he will show no regard for old ties and sell me to Boss Dai or the Inspection Office."

Wu Jingzhong raised his eyelids and snorted coldly.

"Then what should we do?"

"If we keep investigating, our family will fall apart."

"Wu Rui is asking for money every day, and your two top officers have both been investigated and gone; are we supposed to risk our lives to provide for the child?"

Mei Qiuju panicked upon hearing this.

"I'll talk to him tomorrow and transfer him to the Postal Bureau to inspect mail," Wu Jingzhong said, also at his wit's end.

"Try it."

The next day.

Wu Jingzhong arrived at the station.

He was all alone, with no one to keep him company.

The person arranged by the General Affairs Section couldn't even wipe the table clean.

The apple had been peeled early in the morning and had already turned yellow; it didn't look appetizing at all.

"Li Ping, call Section Chief Liu here," Wu Jingzhong ordered.

Liu Xiong walked in, his expression still arrogant.

"Brother, sit."

"I want to transfer you to the Postal Bureau to avoid the trouble for a while, what do you think?" Wu Jingzhong asked with a smile.

"Station Chief, what do you mean?"

"Even you don't trust me? Can't you see it yet?"

"The whole station is colluding behind your back; only I am truly protecting you."

Liu Xiong's eyes turned red, and he felt wronged enough to cry.

"I know your intentions."

"But your methods are wrong."

"If most people oppose a person, then it must be your problem," Wu Jingzhong said, pointing at him.

"Just you wait."

"I will definitely find evidence against Yu Zecheng and Hong Zhiyou," Liu Xiong said through gritted teeth.

"Talk to me after you find it."

"Go report over there first."

Wu Jingzhong turned his back, not wanting to pay him any more mind.

"I don't believe that I, the Gray Eagle, can't catch their tails!"

"Sooner or later, I will personally execute these two traitors!"

Liu Xiong left a harsh threat and walked away angrily.

"Incorrigible fool!"

Wu Jingzhong stared at his back and spat.

"Station Chief, Director Yu is here," Li Ping walked in.

"Why are you standing there like a wooden post? Is it fun?" Wu Jingzhong glared at him.

Li Ping retreated awkwardly.

Dull and dim-witted, without a shred of wit; just looking at him was irritating.

"Zecheng, why aren't you resting at home?" Wu Jingzhong asked.

"What happened to your face?"

He noticed the bruised slap marks on Yu Zecheng's left and right cheeks.

"Station Chief, I want to resign," Yu Zecheng handed over his resignation.

"Resign?"

"Why would you want to resign when everything is fine?" Wu Jingzhong asked, frowning.

"Xiao Wuzi is dead."

"Cuiping and I are not stupid... we can tell."

"I cannot bear these days of living in fear."

"Furthermore, Cuiping is making a scene at home every day; my work and life are a mess right now."

"Station Chief, Zhang Tinge said he is short a secretary and wants me to go over there."

"I ask for your approval."

Yu Zecheng lowered his head and requested.

"Zecheng, which organization doesn't have struggles? You are a warrior from the Qingpu Class."

"Just get past this minor setback."

"Go home and discuss it with Cuiping..."

Wu Jingzhong tried to persuade him with kind words.

"Station Chief, this is not a minor setback."

"Xiao Wuzi and Cuiping grew up together since they were children, just because Cuiping gave you something."

"Liu Xiong called her a Mobile Corps Commander."

"Without even a word of warning, he killed Cuiping's brother; is there any reason in this world like that?"

"I don't need him to give me any face, but at least follow the party discipline and national law."

Yu Zecheng interrupted Wu Jingzhong, a rare occurrence, and said urgently.

"And Secretary Hong."

"Your future nephew-in-law, I once thought he would definitely be the one to stay with you until the end."

"Even he almost died."

"Station Chief, isn't Liu Xiong just afraid that I am a Red Ticket and will steal party and state secrets?"

"I can't afford to provoke him, can't I just leave?"

"I beg you, for the sake of our past teacher-student relationship, give me a way to live."

After finishing, Yu Zecheng bowed ninety degrees and kept his head down.

"I have already transferred Liu Xiong to the Postal Bureau; he will not investigate you anymore," Wu Jingzhong said, feeling guilty, and could only force a bitter persuasion.

"Teacher, do you believe that?" Yu Zecheng slowly raised his head and sneered.

Wu Jingzhong stared at him for a long time:

"Must you go?"

"I must!" Yu Zecheng was very firm.

"If heaven wants to rain, and a mother wants to remarry, do as you please."

"Keep your military status at the station, and go work for Zhang Tinge."

"Come back when it's convenient later."

Seeing he couldn't persuade him, Wu Jingzhong could only agree.

"Thank you, Station Chief."

Yu Zecheng bowed again and then left without looking back.

Half a month passed in a flash.

The wounds on Hong Zhiyou's body had begun to scab; staying in the hospital was purely a waste of time.

"Zhiyou, how is this suit of mine?"

Yu Zecheng, dressed in a suit and tie, walked in and showed off.

"Looks better than the Zhongshan suit."

"Since I'm covered in scabs and itching all over, accompany me downstairs for a walk," Hong Zhiyou said.

"He actually let you go; it seems Old Wu hasn't felt the pain at the root yet."

"These people can all be swindled; Mr. Yong will probably provide you with some old goods to help out, and then there will be a time for Old Wu to cry."

After arriving at a quiet spot in the garden downstairs, Hong Zhiyou laughed in a low voice.

"Yes."

"As long as he doesn't kill Liu Xiong, I won't return to the Jinhai Station," Yu Zecheng nodded.

"He will."

"What kills Liu Xiong isn't stupidity, it's money," Hong Zhiyou said, hitting the nail on the head.

"Did you get the photos of Old Xie?" He asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Got them, they have already been sent to Division Chief Lu."

"If I'm not mistaken, Lu Qiao should be in Old Wu's office by now."

Yu Zecheng revealed a hint of a playful smile.

Office.

Wu Jingzhong was fidgeting with a bronze pot, feeling irritable and restless.

Without his two generals, he always felt the station lacked a bit of human touch.

"Station Chief."

Lu Qiao walked in.

"Is something the matter?" Wu Jingzhong asked with a smile.

"This was just thrown onto a newsstand we are monitoring.

"Take a look, sir."

Lu Qiao opened the envelope; inside were a few photographs.

Wu Jingzhong flipped through them.

He did not recognize Tang Wu or Xie Ruo.

"Is there a problem? With these two?" Wu Jingzhong asked, frowning.

"There is a big problem.

"This person is named Tang Wu, a captain of the Gendarmerie Headquarters Enforcement Team.

"This person is named Xie Ruo.

"He is a staff member of the Jinmen Investigation Section of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

"Tang Wu is colluding with people from the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics."

Lu Qiao pointed at the photos and explained.

"Why bother with the affairs of these small fry?"

Wu Jingzhong was annoyed; he hadn't even managed the Jinmen Station well, so he had no heart to deal with that mess.

"The problem is, Tang Wu once joined forces with Section Chief Liu to deal with Secretary Hong. Do you remember those dozen trucks of supplies?" Lu Qiao reminded him.

"What do you mean?" Wu Jingzhong's brows knit together, and he became serious.

"It is very obvious that Section Chief Liu is colluding with the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

"This is biting the hand that feeds him.

"He deliberately framed Secretary Hong."

Lu Qiao explained.

"I understand. You go back to your work first.

"Do not spread word of this matter for now; I will handle it myself," Wu Jingzhong said after a moment of contemplation.

"Very well."

Seeing this posture, Lu Qiao realized his attempt to lodge a complaint had failed again.

"Liu Xiong, oh Liu Xiong.

"Could it be that you really want to die!"

Wu Jingzhong picked up those photos and tore them into pieces with force.

He vented his emotions.

He straightened his clothes, called for Xiao Guohua, and went to the hospital in person.

Today was the day Hong Zhiyou was to be discharged.

He had lost one black glove.

There was still one white one left.

That would do.

He had to get Hong Zhiyou working to make money immediately.

Otherwise, the situation on Wu Rui's end would become unsustainable.

Arriving at the hospital.

Hong Zhiyou had already finished bathing and looked radiant.

"Master, why have you come?" Hong Zhiyou said respectfully.

"To pick you up and take you back to the station.

"To be honest, I haven't been used to it with you gone these past few days," Wu Jingzhong said with a smile.

"That is perfect, I have been wanting to go back too.

"I haven't done any work for you for a long time, Master, and I can't sit idle.

"The ladies from the club call the hospital every single day; I can't stay lying down anymore."

Hong Zhiyou joked lightheartedly.

"Zhiyou, about what happened last time..." Wu Jingzhong was afraid he might be harboring resentment.

Just as he was about to offer comfort, Hong Zhiyou said magnanimously:

"Master, I understand your difficulties.

"Let's not talk about it; let's head back to the station first."

Wu Jingzhong was overjoyed and patted his shoulder:

"You are more sensible than Zecheng."

Arriving at the station.

Hong Zhiyou was just listening to Wu Jingzhong vent his frustrations about his home life.

When they heard police sirens wailing outside, followed by a commotion.

Xiao Guohua rushed in quickly:

"Station Chief, something has happened."

"What is it? Why are you in such a panic?" Wu Jingzhong demanded.

"Several hundred students from Beiyang University and Nankai University are currently storming our station gate.

"They say Secretary Hong accepted bribes and that the Jinmen Station is harboring traitors and running dogs.

"They are protesting."

A cold sneer flashed in the depths of Hong Zhiyou's eyes.

It had finally come!

Liu Xiong.

With this final blow, I don't believe I won't be able to finish you off!

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