Chapter 1001

More and more dining guests left the restaurant; they didn't want to be involved in such things.

This is a middle-to-high-end restaurant; those who can dine here are basically middle class and above.

Apart from being afraid of losing their wealth, rich people are afraid of putting themselves in a dangerous environment.

It took less than two minutes, and only Lanse's table and the Peileisi family members remained in the entire restaurant.

Peiji looked at the Lanse family members dressed in uniform outside the window; he didn't even know when Lanse went to call people.

At this time, he could only grit his teeth and look at Lanse; the fierceness in his eyes dissipated a bit.

After all, people are not animals; even animals, when facing dangers that can clearly threaten them, will retreat, let alone humans with more wisdom.

He didn't speak, just continued to stare at Lanse, as if expressing a kind of his own emotion in this way.

Lanse curled his lips, "I don't like talking to people with my head up; sit down."

A requirement similar to an order made Peiji feel even more humiliated; he knew he couldn't sit down.

If he sat down at this moment, it meant he had softened to Lanse.

Once this news spreads, the boss in the family now will definitely slaughter him!

And the people following him, how will they look at him?

Gangs are illegal organizations with violence as a link; if they lose their own deterrent power, then the people below will not obey you and will think about challenging your status.

Everyone is playing with their lives; why obey a coward?

Peiji's subordinates all glared at Lanse angrily, but Lanse was looking at Peiji.

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Peiji didn't speak, just stood there and glared at Lanse; he might be drumming in his heart, but on the surface, he still got a passing grade.

Lanse suddenly grabbed the dinner fork at hand and stabbed it into Peiji's thigh; he suddenly hugged his thigh and stumbled and sat on the chair.

His subordinates were just about to raise the weapons in their hands; the Lanse family members who had already entered the restaurant from outside lifted their windbreakers one after another and raised the submachine guns inside.

Lanse laughed twice, "Give me a set of new tableware."

The restaurant manager who was let down looked at the two waiters beside him, and finally walked over with a set of tableware with trepidation.

Lanse picked up the brand-new knife and fork to continue enjoying the food; while eating, he said, "Food is very precious."

"In Ya Lan, a steak is enough to make a person crazily kill another person; we shouldn't waste food, and the taste is indeed not bad."

He used a dinner fork to fork a small piece of foie gras, then dipped it in some thick sauce made of red wine; the dense taste plus the special flavor of the sauce gave this foie gras a very good eating enjoyment.

Peiji sat there covering his thigh, and sweat was already appearing on his forehead; his eyes became a bit clearer; he didn't expect that Lanse really dared to do it in New Jincheng?

"How do you plan to deal with me?" he asked in a low voice.

When a person meets a normal person, there may be some means, some schemes to solve the situation or predicament faced.

But when a person meets a lunatic, at least what you think is a lunatic, those means and schemes obviously cannot play a role!

Although New Jincheng is not the Peileisi family's territory, their influence here is also very huge; main family members will also appear in New Jincheng on weekdays.

This is not their territory, but it is better than their territory.

But even so, this lunatic Lanse still dared to do it to him; is Lanse not afraid of triggering a family war?

Lanse manipulated the knife and fork like a noble gentleman in a slow and orderly manner; he turned his head and looked at Peiji, "Nothing, just plan to give you a lesson."

He turned his head and looked at Ma Duoer; the two looked at each other for two or three seconds, and then Ma Duoer walked over; under the gaze of others, he suddenly punched Peiji in the face.

His eyes seemed to become a bit dull; his upper body leaned to one side along with his swinging head; the other few Peileisi family members in the restaurant had been disarmed.

Then it was the second punch; the sound of the punch hitting the flesh was still very satisfying; his head was punched and swung over again, and blood began to overflow from the corners of his mouth and nasal cavity.

These two punches were very heavy; Ma Duoer has strong self-discipline; apart from "working" with Lanse, he spends his time accompanying soldiers or staying in the "barracks."

The barracks here are not the Federation military barracks, but the Lanse family's own training ground.

As Lanse's personal bodyguard, Ma Duoer did not relax his requirements for himself because he obtained wealth; he knew very well that the stronger his physical fitness, the greater the probability of survival when protecting Lanse.

He talked to his wife that he would only retire from such extremely self-disciplined life when he retired.

But as long as he is still working and still protecting Lanse, he cannot relax.

A former professional soldier who spends all day in barracks and training grounds, the power of his fist can be imagined.

After two punches, Peiji was already seeing stars, and there was not a trace of hateful gaze in the depths of his eyes.

But Lanse didn't shout to stop; Ma Duoer rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his hair, raised his right arm high, stretched and extended behind him like a recurve bow, and then slammed it toward Peiji's cheek.

It was another "slap" sound; it wasn't crisp, a bit dull, but anyone could feel the power of this punch!

Then it was the second punch, the third punch.

Peiji's neck seemed to have lost the strength to support his head; when Ma Duoer let go, his head had already hung down.

After Ma Duoer cleaned up the hair in his palms and finger gaps, he reached out and pressed on Peiji's carotid artery for a while, "He fainted."

Lanse nodded slightly; it was also at this time that a large number of police appeared and surrounded the place.

Lanse looked at Tang Mu; Tang Mu stood up with a bitter smile, "I actually just wanted to invite you to dinner."

He didn't expect that the matter would evolve to such a step, but on the whole, it was still within the scope of control and restraint.

The police outside had already started shouting, like "put down weapons and raise your hands" and the like.

"Let's deal with those people outside first," Lanse said; he picked up a napkin to clean his mouth and hands, and then stood up.

Tang Mu nodded and walked out of the restaurant; the moment he walked out, the police outside were hiding behind the police car doors with some fear, and some even raised the pistols in their hands.

Tang Mu walked toward them with his hands raised; he was calm and composed; after looking around, he said, "I want to see the person with the highest police rank here."

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The temperament and feeling when he spoke could not be faked, so all the police at the scene subconsciously looked at a police sergeant.

The sergeant was also stunned for a moment, and then stood up; he frowned, "I am the person in charge of the scene; who are you?"

Tang Mu lowered his hands and walked toward him; while walking, he said, "Do you want me to say it in public?"

When the sergeant heard this sentence, he cursed a "motherfucker" in a low voice; undoubtedly, this was another case involving the Federation's high-level, not something that small characters like them could manage.

He put away his weapon helplessly; everyone thought that being a police sergeant in a place like New Jincheng was a very glorious thing.

But in fact, only they themselves know how helpless this job is; the streets are full of people they can't afford to offend, and every time they go out on a mission, they may face such a situation.

What justice, law, had long been trampled in the mud in various cases in New Jincheng and couldn't extricate themselves!

"Please come this way," he took the initiative to close the car door and walked with Tang Mu to a place slightly away from these police.

Tang Mu first showed his certificate for entering and leaving Congress, "I am Tang Mu; you can make a phone call to your bureau chief."

The sergeant sighed, "Wait a moment."

He soon walked into the telephone booth nearby, dialed the number of the police station chief's office, and then described the situation here.

He also described the two groups of people who were clashing inside that he saw through the restaurant window; it was not easy for him to describe others, but the Lanse family members were too conspicuous.

Hearing these descriptions from the sergeant, the police station chief's expression changed from serious to a bit sagging, "It's the Lanse family members; who clashed with them?"

Without waiting for the sergeant to ask, the police station chief had some guesses in his heart, "It is likely the Peileisi family members; they have always had grudges between them; if it weren't for Congress mediating, they might have started fighting long ago."

The sergeant was not interested in these; he also didn't want to become a "police hero" and then be hung on the wall for newly hired police officers to look up to his remains; he lowered his voice a bit, "What should I do now?"

"Should I bring them all back?" The police station chief was stunned for a moment, "Wang Defa?"

"Why do you bring them all back?"

"Let their people surround the police station?"

"Fuck!"

"Although... you know there are some things we can't do anything about, you still have to maintain the most basic decency."

"Who do you think has the advantage inside?"

The sergeant examined it for a while again, "The Lanse family members are obviously more; they should have the advantage."

"Very good, let them go; after they leave, let the other group of people leave."

The police station chief's method was very old-fashioned; he offended no one.

If the Peileisi family called, he could say "Look, I let the Lanse family members leave first and protected your people," which would make the Peileisi family at least unable to find a reason unfavorable to him.

And the Lanse family side, needless to say.

You all fucking showed weapons, and let you go first; can you still say that the police station chief is not good enough in handling this matter?

The sergeant also realized it; perhaps this is why he is only a sergeant, but the chief is the chief.

"I know."

"Then their weapons..."

The police station chief was laughed at by anger, "If you want to confiscate, you can talk to them yourself, but don't bring me along."

Saying that, he hung up the phone; although he didn't appear at the scene, just hearing these news, he was also full of unhappiness.

These people continuously trample on the status of the police in the hearts of citizens, which makes him hate it very much.

After he put down the phone, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became; then he dialed his old friend's phone number and told him about what happened here.

After his old friend finished listening, he comforted him a few words, "Don't be angry about these things; soon everything will change..."

At the scene, the sergeant hung up the phone and walked to Tang Mu's side, "You can leave with them."

Tang Mu nodded; he turned and returned to the restaurant, "We can leave."

Lanse nodded slightly and walked out of the restaurant with big strides; at this time, he didn't look like a gang leader at all, and even less like a criminal.

Facing so many police outside, he didn't even have the slightest nervousness.

He looked at the sergeant standing alone, stared at him for a moment, and Ma Duoer followed up and opened the car door; only then did he withdraw his gaze and sit in.

Then Tang Mu also squeezed in, followed by others.

More than a dozen cars slowly started to start; those onlookers all kept silent.

After Lanse and the others left, the sergeant sighed and let the police collect the team and leave.

The remaining Peileisi family members in the restaurant helped Peiji, who was beaten unconscious, out of the restaurant, stuffed him into a car by the roadside, and left soon.

This small news soon appeared on some people's desks; for the masters, these were just small things.

As long as they didn't use guns or fight, everything was still under control.

It even gave them a feeling of "just children playing around"; they looked at it and looked at it, and didn't take it to heart.

However, there were also some people who took this matter to heart; for example, Fu Lan (the boss of the Peileisi family now), he rushed to the hospital at the first time.

Peiji had woken up, but fell into a deep sleep again; it might be the effect of the anesthetic, or it might be the self-protection of the body after being frightened and threatened; sleep can help him recover quickly.

Fu Lan walked out of the ward; the corridor was full of Peileisi family members.

New Jincheng is a lively city full of wealth; the Peileisi family also has a branch here, and main family members like to live here.

Here are places full of enjoyment; what did they earn so much money for?

Isn't it to be able to enjoy better?

Not to mention many years, at least in recent years, such things have rarely happened; Peileisi family members were treated like this.

"It's that son of a bitch Lanse·Huai Te again!" Fu Lan stomped his feet and cursed very ugly.

His face was full of anger; last time it was also Lanse and the others who killed the direct members of the Peileisi family; this time, although Peiji didn't die, Fu Lan even hoped that Lanse could kill Peiji in the restaurant at this time!

This way he would have a reason to go to war with Lanse directly.

But Lanse didn't kill Peiji, and at the same time humiliated him severely; this was like a loud slap on the faces of Fu Lan and the Peileisi family.

He could imagine that now the entire New Jincheng, and even the entire northern gang, were laughing at him and his family!

Peiji didn't die, and he had no way to retaliate.

A cousin beside him couldn't help but ask, "Are we just going to let it go?"

"Let it go?" Fu Lan's teeth were almost bitten off, "Can't just let it go; we have to retaliate!"

"Don't they have a bar here?"

He turned his head to look at his cousin; the latter couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, "That is an embassy; will it cause unnecessary trouble?"

Attacking embassies of other countries?

Even if they attacked the part of the same building as the embassy that was rented out, this could also cause some diplomatic disputes.

Fu Lan glared at him, "Then what do you say?"

His cousin closed his mouth; when a person is in a fit of anger, you'd better not advise him to be calm, because he might use you to be calm.

However, his reminder also played a certain role; Fu Lan walked back and forth a few steps, "Don't attack directly; arrange for some people to make trouble, let him understand that we are not silent lambs."

It seems that things can only be like this; Lanse's basic market is all in the south; if they really went to the south, it's not certain who sanctions whom.

This made Fu Lan angrier the more he thought about it; he stomped his feet and turned and left; he didn't want to hear these things anymore now.

Others followed closely; as for Peiji?

Only a few of his subordinates were here to continue looking after him; although Peiji was beaten into a coma and humiliated, for his subordinates, they felt that Peiji was still a man, at least he didn't admit defeat.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Senator Shi Diwen made a phone call to ask about what happened in the evening.

Knowing that both sides were very restrained and no one was killed, he didn't take this matter to heart like other masters.

He indicated that he was very busy with work recently and didn't have time to talk to Lanse face-to-face for the time being, and would have to wait for a period of time.

The Federation's planes appeared on the battlefield and achieved a certain advantage, at least making the Slader planes dare not fly around, making many members of the Slader military alliance gather to the Federation side again.

They want the technology to manufacture planes—this is not to say that they can't research it themselves; in fact, the current plane structure and technology are not very advanced.

But now it is wartime, and they need things that can be immediately transformed into combat power, rather than letting a group of people spend money and time to research.

Whether it is technology transfer, or selling planes directly, or researching together, in short, there is a lot of diplomatic work to do.

Plus the Federation wants to obtain more discourse power and dominance on a global scale, so there is a lot of diplomatic work.

The Secretary of State himself cannot be busy, so naturally, he will let some members of Congress participate.

Senator Shi Diwen, as an important member of Congress, also has his own diplomatic work.