Chapter 208: Revenge, Changes, and Competing in Wealth

Recently, due to "having some understanding," the *Tide News* has exploded in popularity, with almost everyone holding a copy. It is unclear if they did it to disgust Director Dai Er, but they even launched a serialized photo series centered on "Office Passion."

It's either beautiful female law enforcement officers or beautiful female criminals; regardless, someone always ends up getting hurt.

By rearranging the spelling of the name of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Hazardous Materials, they created a word that sounds plausible but is not quite right.

If you look carefully at every letter, it is definitely not the thing you think it is.

But if you just take a rough glance, it is exactly the thing the author hopes people will associate it with.

A flirtatious female director named "Dai Er" being pressed onto a desk sparked such purchasing enthusiasm that *Tide News* was nearly sold out for a time!

The apartment manager looked at the young, beautiful, and unclothed girls inside, sighing while drooling.

He could never understand why these young and beautiful girls insisted on engaging in such base work when they could clearly rely on their looks and figures to find a decent husband.

Even if they didn't want to rely on a man, they could find a position as a "vase" at a big company instead of selling their charms in these newspapers and magazines.

What would their fathers think? What would their mothers think? And their other relatives?

Truly shameless!

He touched the meager amount of money in his pocket and sighed; how good it would be if he had money.

Just as he was thinking about these things, a large sound of footsteps suddenly echoed through the lobby. He hurriedly put away the *Tide News* and put on a rather indifferent expression, "I..."

He had wanted to say, "What can I do for you?" but looking at these people wearing hats and trench coats who clearly looked like trouble, those words wouldn't come out.

Haila Mu walked to the counter and flicked his hair, "I need... the spare key for this room."

The apartment manager squeezed out a smile, "We... do not... provide...", he watched Haila Mu stick his hand into his trench coat pocket and hurriedly pulled open the drawer, "Here, it's right here!"

As he spoke, he placed a spare key on the counter. Haila Mu had originally intended to give him a little tip, but he realized the reason for the other party's actions. He smiled, took out some money, counted out ten dollars, and placed it on the counter, "You didn't give us a key, and you haven't seen us, right?"

The manager nodded repeatedly.

Many apartments have spare keys. When tenants rent a room, they sign a security agreement stating that without their permission and in the absence of law enforcement actions, the apartment manager is not allowed to enter these rooms at will.

But in reality, they cannot achieve this; almost no one in the entire country can.

In other cities, including New Jincheng, there has been more than one case of apartment managers using spare keys to violate tenants.

But that is the situation in the whole country; they have a legal reason to keep a spare key, and whether they can abide by the contract and moral standards depends purely on the manager themselves.

But the problem lies in the fact that during this period, or even any period, being an apartment manager is not a decent job with social status, which dictates that those who do this work are all from the underclass.

When they have the right to enter and exit tenants' rooms, it is hard not to have some evil thoughts.

If one day their reason cannot control their impulses, then evil will occur.

However, this has nothing to do with the present. The group went upstairs with the key. Jimi, who was gnawing on tasteless potatoes, planned to leave tonight; he couldn't stay here any longer.

As for his girlfriend?

As long as you have money and a gun, where can't you find a girlfriend?

The potatoes were terrible, and the boiled beef was also terrible. He couldn't quite understand why the beef his girlfriend cooked was quite easy to chew, but what he boiled was as tough as a leather shoe.

At this moment, the sound of a key being inserted into the lock echoed outside the door. He glanced sideways and then withdrew his gaze; that cheap woman!

There was some disdain on his face, but soon, his eating motion paused.

Without a doubt, the person outside twisted the key in the wrong direction; the door was locked!

His girlfriend had lived here for a long time; it was impossible for her not to know which way to turn her own door key.

In the next second, he drew his pistol, shouted nervously and vigilantly, "Who's there!"

The person outside seemed to realize this too; the speed of the twisting clearly accelerated, and soon the door opened.

Jimi couldn't help but fire, but there was no one outside.

He looked for a place to hide in the living room while observing.

Soon, someone seemed to be looking inside. He fired two more shots, missing, but it made that hat retract.

He was incredibly nervous now, guarding this part of the living room while thinking about how to escape.

But no matter how he thought, he couldn't find any way out.

This apartment of his faced the street, and there was nothing outside the window.

If it is a back-alley apartment, there might even be an emergency fire escape outside the window.

He was desperate now; he didn't want to die.

The other party seemed to probe twice more, and he fired two more shots. Two or three minutes later, his gun was empty.

Haila Mu walked in holding a submachine gun, and Jimi, who had no more bullets, slowly raised his hands...

Ten minutes later, three police cars arrived here. Except for seeing a few bullet holes on the wall, they didn't find anything unusual.

There were no witnesses, or rather, the witnesses didn't dare to testify; this is the situation the police in New Jincheng often face.

The deterrent power of criminal organizations is too great. Even if one, two, or three or five people go in because of a witness's testimony, they still have dozens or hundreds of brothers outside!

The so-called "Witness Protection Act" is like a joke in the Federation. Even before these witnesses go to court, their names and personal information may have already been leaked.

In an era where the judicial system has countless holes like a fishing net, whoever is stupid enough to have a "sense of justice" will not have a good end.

The police interrogation was the same as all similar cases in the past; they couldn't get any feedback or clues. Even the apartment manager insisted that he hadn't seen anyone go up or out. At this point, the police also hastily closed the case.

On one hand, these witnesses were uncooperative; on the other hand, they were too lazy to investigate.

Who knows who this case will eventually lead to, and who knows if finding the truth of these cases will make them pay a heavy price.

Just like that, a case that clearly involved kidnapping and homicide was defined as a "missing person case" in the Port District police files.

And the way they treat missing person cases is often passive; they only restart the investigation when they find clues to the missing person case in other cases.

Before that?

They would only tell the families of the missing to print more missing person notices...

Twenty minutes later, Jimi shook his head and broke free from the hood. He was locked in a place like a garage, with waterproof tarps on the floor and walls.

The whole room was dark green, which made him feel a little panicked.

He focused his attention and looked around, his gaze eventually falling on two people he knew.

Mr. Qiaobafu and his assistant.

In an instant, he understood why he was here now, instead of anywhere else.

The two of them were talking to a young man. He had a vague sense of familiarity with that young man, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Perhaps the approach of death made him enlightened; he suddenly thought that this person might be Lans!

But the answer he guessed only made him feel more helpless.

"I have already given you the justice you wanted. I hope revenge can make you feel a little better. No matter what you do to him, I will clean it up."

After Lans gave them a few instructions, he left first.

The others left the room silently, but they didn't really leave; they were all outside the room.

At this moment, only Mr. Qiaobafu and his assistant remained in the room.

"Let me go." Jimi looked at the two of them, licked his lips, his voice a bit hoarse, "Please, you are not the kind of hard-hearted people. I know you don't dare to kill me."

"Come on, beat me up, and then let me go..."

Mr. Qiaobafu just watched quietly; today's messenger of revenge was someone else.

The assistant's eyes were a little red, "You killed him, and tortured him for more than half an hour."

Jimi stopped talking; he knew who the assistant was talking about, that young man hiding in the Xilin District.

Poli asked him to do an honorary kill; he had to do as Poli instructed, torture him, then pose him, and finally stab him to death.

"This is all Bo..."

Boom!

The dull, hollow sound of a hollow aluminum alloy baseball bat hitting bone was exceptionally clear in this room.

Jimi looked at his clearly broken tibia and let out an unprecedented explosion of sound!

He wanted to shift the responsibility to Poli, but what greeted him was a baseball bat swing with enough power to hit a home run!

Five minutes later, Mr. Qiaobafu couldn't help it and came out of the room first with an unpleasant expression; he had never thought that his assistant had such a violent side.

It wasn't until twenty minutes later that the assistant came out of the garage, his body stained with quite a bit of blood.

Although he looked scary, his spirit actually looked much better than before at this moment.

Most of the negative emotions in his heart had been expelled, and the whole person seemed to have become cheerful again, and the gloomy temperament on his body had also disappeared quite a bit.

He sincerely thanked Lans for everything he had done for him!

However, he couldn't express his gratitude to Lans in person because Lans had already left; he had things to do in the evening and didn't stay.

The assistant took off his blood-stained coat and pants and burned them in a fire.

He stood by the fire for a long while, as if saying goodbye to hatred.

It was clearly a bit cold, but he felt that he was in a warm environment; not only was his heart hot, but his whole body was hot!

A small character like Jimi, who was hated by people and dogs alike, didn't have the treatment of being put into a gasoline drum and sent to Angel Lake. He was thrown directly onto the woodpile, doused with gasoline, and soon turned into some bones.

After these bones were crushed, they would be sent to a nearby pet food factory and ground into bone meal to make pet food.

People would never find any trace of him again, just as if he had never appeared.

Ailike looked at the convertible parked in the box and showed a satisfied smile. He had put in a lot of effort for this convertible.

He stroked the smooth, white car body; there was even an inscription on the car body—Ailike presents it to his beloved Shaina.

This sentence was "drawn" on the front left side of the car with silver-white metal parts. When light shone on it, it would sparkle.

A confession full of love!

The car seats were stuffed with bright red roses in full bloom. The contrast between white and red made the whole car look more in line with what girls like.

Red roses are not easy to get now; they are either bought from greenhouses or imported from the tropics, but no matter where they come from, the price is shockingly expensive.

But it doesn't matter.

The nightclub's casino is like a gold mine that can never be dug out, producing two or three thousand dollars in revenue every day. Even if this carload of flowers cost him more than five hundred dollars, he didn't feel bad at all.

Anyway, this money will come back tomorrow!

Shaina is performing today, and he wants to give this gift to her after Shaina's performance ends, in the eyes of everyone.

He glanced at the young people on the other side who represented the "locals" and showed a look of disdain on his face.

He gave a luxury convertible worth twenty thousand dollars, and them, what can they give?

The opera performance lasted for two hours, but the chapters with Shaina were only forty minutes long.

Shaina on the stage was charming. Her professionalism was very strong, and she had received the most professional training since she was a child, which gave her a steady stage presence that was not like her young age. Many people were her supporters.

Coupled with the "battle of pursuit" that had unfolded around her recently, she had a higher status in the minds of young people.

This is also one of people's blind obedience. In fact, many people didn't understand Shaina at all at first, especially those who didn't watch opera.

But as Ailike and some young masters' jealousy began to be reported by the media, some young people also began to pay attention to the girl who triggered the conflict between these two groups, and thus began to like her.

They couldn't necessarily say what they liked about Shaina, just simply because "everyone likes her," so they liked her.

For Shaina, this might be what she really wanted, not those expensive gifts.

Watching Shaina leave the stage, Ailike couldn't sit still and ran to the backstage to curry favor. His competitors wouldn't let him go to curry favor so easily, so they all followed.

A group of people surrounded Shaina, mocking and provoking her; at first, she was very unaccustomed to such a situation, but gradually, she actually began to get used to it.

Instead, if there were no people mocking and ridiculing each other, she would feel a bit unlively.

"Shaina, I have prepared a special gift for you today. You will definitely like it!"

Shaina rolled her eyes and looked at Ailike, who was fawning like a pug, through the mirror, "I don't like those things, I've already said so."

"If I need it, I will buy it myself..."

She didn't like Ailike because Ailike was just an illegitimate child. If she were to marry, she would definitely choose a legitimate heir of a famous family, not a... bastard.

Of course, she wouldn't say it out loud, as that would prevent her from continuing to use the competition of these people to gain exposure for herself.

Recently, the magazine *Federal Opera* reported on her. Although the content was not much, it was indeed good news.

Ailike seemed not to hear the impatience in her tone and continued to say with a thick face, "I bought a car for you, the Moon Goddess of East, only it can match your temperament!"

Shaina, who had originally planned to refuse, had already opened her mouth, but... she slowly turned around and looked at Ailike, with an irrepressible surprise in her eyes.

Just as his lackey said, clothes, accessories, Shaina would get tired of these things after using them once or twice. No matter how many were sent, they would eventually be sent to antique shops to sell as secondhand goods.

Sometimes she clearly wanted to wear them, but as soon as she thought about who sent these things, she lost interest.

Only cars, especially luxury cars, were what she needed every day.

She was driving an ordinary car now. Of course, this ordinary was ordinary for their class. Four or five thousand dollars was actually a pretty good car.

But compared to the "Moon Goddess" specially built for women, and it was a convertible, which woman could resist?

Ailike immediately felt that his twenty thousand dollars were well spent, "Of course, it's parked outside..."

"Take me to see it!"

This was Shaina's rare initiative in recent times. She even held Ailike's hand, which made Ailike feel like he was about to... explode.

He glanced at the locals with the unique look of a winner and took the goddess away from the backstage.

"What should we do now?"

Someone asked.

Everyone's thoughts were different. They all had prominent backgrounds behind them, but no one said anything.

It's not that they didn't have money, but they were considering whether this money was worth spending.

Before, when they didn't spend much money, they didn't care. Tens, hundreds, one or two thousand, three or five thousand, if it was lost, it was lost.

But now consumption has clearly upgraded. Now it's twenty thousand, what about later?

Thirty thousand, fifty thousand, if throwing this money out could have a result, they might not be unwilling.

But that Shaina clearly wanted all the benefits, but didn't want to give anything to anyone, which made them a little hesitant.

Although they were young, and although some people thought they were stupid, they were not really stupid.

I don't know who suddenly said, "Arthur, didn't you say you made a big profit recently?"

"Are you embarrassed to watch us being suppressed by an outsider mongrel?"

Arthur did make a big profit, but half of this money was taken away by his mother, saying it was to save it for him and give it to him later.

Anyway, it was highly likely that this money couldn't be asked back. He didn't care. After all, after two businesses, he got more than two hundred thousand in his own hands besides the principal.

If it weren't for Congressman Williams not letting him continue to smuggle alcohol, he would have wished to jump directly into this industry!

Usually, he didn't have a very high status among this group of people, far less than James, and everyone didn't pay much attention to him.

But he was very careful, "I don't have that much money."

The person who spoke squeezed out of the crowd, "You can buy a villa, buy it in your own name, but lend it to Shaina to live in."

"In this way, the money is still your money, but it can win back face for us. What do you think?"

Arthur was still hesitating, and at this time a peer next to him couldn't help but say, "If you can't do it, let me do it!" ===== CHAPTER 209 =====