Chapter 215: Good Brother, Give a Shot, Stop Cooperation, and Loss

"I hope you get better soon..."

Lans stood by the bedside in the hospital room with some gifts. He came to see Ailike.

Ailike was lying on the bed, bruised and swollen, and one leg and one arm were cast in plaster and hung up.

He might be like wanting to... curse?

Or other large-scale movements, after seeing Lans, but because his amplitude was too large, it made him feel that heart-piercing pain.

He could only grin and suck in the cool air, constantly shouting "pain."

In the end, Director Charlie still chose to send police. He called other branches and asked them to send police. It was not that the chief was not there, but that the police force was not enough. He knew this was someone forcing him to stand in line.

Although he didn't know why he had to force him to stand in line, he was about to retire soon, and there were only two years left, and he could enjoy his old age.

Why did he have to force him to stand in line in these last two years.

He had been a dog for a long time, and he didn't want to stand up now!

He thought of the slave liberation movement that year. Some slaves helped slave owners suppress those resisters. When the resisters were about to be sent to the gallows, they asked these slaves who were coerced by slave owners to capture their own kind.

Why did they help slave owners to persecute their own kind? Don't they want freedom?

Some of the slaves told them, "Not everyone wants freedom." This sentence made many people fall into silence.

Especially as a party opposed to the slave liberation movement, they also used these people and these things as examples for propaganda.

Director Charlie felt that it could also be used on himself. Not everyone wants to be a person. Some people are willing to be a dog, such as him.

This time he arranged a police car and two police officers to send police. He must express his position.

Either stand on the mayor's side—but this is absolutely impossible. All his family members live in New Jincheng, and he dare not take risks, nor can he take risks.

Then he can only stand on the side of the local forces, using the lowest configuration to tell everyone that he is still everyone's loyal "Bay Area Hound."

Two police officers finally stopped the violent behavior, and Ailike was sent to the hospital for the first time.

He had multiple fractures on his body, and there were more severe contusions, etc. Simply put, he was beaten too hard.

Looking at his howling appearance in the hospital bed, Lans walked to the doctor's side a bit unbearably, "Give him a shot of special painkiller, choose the best and fastest-acting one, I will pay for the cost."

The doctor looked at Lans and then at Ailike.

Ailike was only injured, not brain-damaged. He heard Lans's words and shouted "Give me a shot, hurry up, I need it."

He had never suffered these losses since he was a child!

If it is said that the head was broken, it made him feel the horror of pain, then this fracture and whole-body contusion made him feel that he was about to die!

Now it is more miserable than death, because death is over, but he must endure the pain that tortures him every moment.

Whether it is medical means or drugs in this period, it is not so advanced. The pain caused by tibial fracture and rib fracture to the wounded is unimaginable!

Finally, the doctor asked the nurse to take the special medicine, and then pushed a needle in.

The power of the special medicine lies in its ability to quickly relieve pain. Clearly the wound is still there, and the fracture is still there, but it is magical that he just doesn't hurt!

Ailike, who was hurting all over, suddenly felt comfortable after twenty or thirty seconds.

It doesn't hurt.

He had never thought that just "not hurting" could be so comfortable, even... the ceiling suddenly cracked, a beauty snake drilled out, spit snake letter at him, but soon drilled back.

Damn, what the hell is this?

He blinked, the whole world seemed to be shaking slightly, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but more comfortable.

He likes this feeling.

Hehehe!

He let out an inexplicable laugh; he didn't even know why he was laughing himself, perhaps because it felt comfortable.

Neither the doctor nor the nurse paid any attention; recently, many special painkillers have hit the market, and some patients have also exhibited this situation, which does not mean there is a problem with the medication; on the contrary, it shows that the medication is very effective.

The special medication they injected into Eric is the latest model, costing nine dollars and eighty cents per shot; ordinary people cannot afford this.

Most of them use the one-dollar-plus-per-shot kind, or use several fifty-cent painkillers.

Although those painkillers or analgesics also work, they are far less long-lasting, fast-acting, and effective than this one.

Lanse took a stack of money out of his pocket, counted out two hundred and fifty dollars, and handed it to the doctor, "Eric is my dear friend, I cannot bear to see him in pain and suffering."

"When he feels uncomfortable, give him another shot; there is over two hundred dollars here, give him at least twenty shots."

"The rest is for your trouble."

With the fifty-plus dollars for his trouble, a smile appeared on the doctor's face, "Your friendship is moving, sir."

Lanse smiled and sighed, "After all, we are friends."

He walked to the side of the hospital bed; at this moment, Eric could no longer pay attention to him, and from his unfocused eyes and the silly smile on his face, it was clear that he should be very comfortable right now.

Lanse walked outside the ward, which was crowded with people, and Lawyer Aosen was also there.

The mayor could not easily come in person, so Lawyer Aosen, as the plenipotentiary representative, intervened in the whole matter.

After he saw Lanse, he waved at him, "How is he?"

"He said he was in too much pain, so I had the doctor give him a painkiller shot; he should be falling asleep soon."

Lawyer Aosen has a certain ability in law and political views, but he does not know much about medical issues.

He nodded noncommittally and pulled Lanse into a corner.

"What role did you play in this matter?", Lawyer Aosen went straight to the core as soon as he opened his mouth.

Lanse shook his head, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Lawyer Aosen; I just played the role I was supposed to play."

"Young Master Eric wanted quick money, I provided him with some suggestions, and he chose one of them."

Lawyer Aosen's gaze was very serious and also very unfriendly.

Originally, they had a plan to move forward bit by bit, rather than... jumping forward.

But the problem between Eric and the Koda family directly ruined their plan; now the contradictions and conflicts have become transparent, which makes the mayor's side very passive—

If his rumored illegitimate son is beaten into such a state and he doesn't take some countermeasures, then everyone will look down on him!

And this kind of looking down, which is disappointment, will make him lose some important things.

The federal aesthetic has not yet been distorted or changed; for men, muscles, strength, and the courage to throw a punch are what people admire.

A sissy, a weak person is not.

He must strike back, but he doesn't want to take action at this time; someone forced him into a position he shouldn't have been in, ruining all the plans!

After seriously thinking through the whole process, Lawyer Aosen discovered that Lanse might have played an "inglorious" role.

If Eric, or rather the nightclub, didn't operate a casino, the people from the Koda family wouldn't have found a reason to directly attack their industry.

Attacking Eric's industry for no reason is definitely not a smart move.

But Eric operated a casino, violating the rules of this city, so they had a reason.

But even so, it didn't matter; anyway, the nightclub had always been operated by Lanse.

After the Koda family arrived, the first one to be impacted should have been Lanse, but as a result, Lanse not only didn't go, but also leaked the news to Eric.

This put Eric at the very front.

Then an unreasonable battle suddenly broke out; until now, he hadn't heard any rumors from the Koda family side about finding the few people who started it.

With this series of coincidences, it couldn't be a coincidence.

His expression was very serious, "You had better understand what you are actually doing."

Lanse shook his head, "I just did what I was supposed to do, Lawyer Aosen."

"It was you who told me to listen to you."

"I listened to you, and then you said I wasn't obedient."

"This makes me very troubled.", Lanse's expression was somewhat subtle, and his gaze toward Lawyer Aosen was no longer "disguised" as it had been just now.

"Is it that after becoming a big shot, the first thing one must master is throwing one's own responsibilities onto others?"

"Does this make one appear wiser?"

Lawyer Aosen's expression was very unpleasant; he was silent for a while, "You don't need to operate the nightclub and those few bars anymore; take your people and withdraw from those places."

This was a complete lack of trust in Lanse; Lanse didn't care, as he hadn't wanted to work there for a long time anyway, "No problem, then does this mean there will be no more connection between us?"

Lawyer Aosen was silent for a while, "If you are willing to lean toward the mayor..."

"And then he isn't even willing to give me five hundred dollars a month?", Lanse sneered and shrugged his shoulders, "This is very good, Lawyer Aosen, we both tried our best!"

Lawyer Aosen didn't speak; he was thinking about the development of subsequent matters, while Lanse said goodbye to him and then left with a light step.

The matter of Eric being beaten into serious injury began to ferment rapidly as Lanse had expected, and the mayor also knew very well that in the face of this situation, he must provide a powerful counterattack!

As for the Koda family saying they didn't find the people who started it, or even saying those people weren't their people, it actually didn't matter anymore.

The next afternoon, Director Dai Er received a "tip-off call," and they quickly drove two armored vehicles and more than ten police cars to the outside of a villa in the Bay Area.

They violently invaded this villa and discovered a group of people gathered here drinking and gambling.

The professional gambling equipment and tables on the scene were telling people that this was a small, private casino, and it had not been reported.

Originally, this matter didn't fall under the jurisdiction of the Hazardous Materials Bureau, but the large amount of alcoholic beverages found at the scene gave them the qualification to intervene.

These people were taken back for investigation; if they couldn't clear themselves of the charges of potentially being involved in "smuggling and selling alcoholic beverages" and "gathering to drink," then they might all be subject to heavy sentences.

And this villa was an asset of the Koda family.

At the same time, Director Dai Er even issued a public broadcast speech, stating that starting today, New Jincheng is entering a period of strict prohibition on the sale of alcohol, and all people or matters violating the prohibition order will be heavily judged once caught.

And they have already obtained the consent of the state government; when necessary, they can choose not to interrogate these criminals locally, but drag them to the state government and state court for trial.

The mayor used a powerful counterattack to tell people that he was not a softie, and the rules of this city could no longer bind him!

For a time, the entire New Jincheng was permeated with an unsettling, oppressive feeling; if anyone noticed the changes in the Commercial Services Bureau during this period, they would find that a large number of companies had registered here in these few days.

Most of them came from inland cities; the arrival of these people not only brought some fresh blood and momentum to this city, but also brought chaos!

"Our bar was raided..."

When Lanse rushed to the entrance of the bar, the Hazardous Materials Bureau had not only arranged for police cars to come, but also arranged for an armored vehicle.

A cordon was set up around it; on the street and on the ground, more than thirty boxes of various alcoholic beverages were placed, and more than ten young people were handcuffed and standing behind these drinks.

There were agents and reporters taking pictures for them, and a large crowd had already gathered around.

Some people saw Lanse coming and stepped aside one after another, letting him walk to the very inside.

Perhaps it was because of Lanse's arrival that the discussion among the people became a little quieter; perhaps this was the only way not to offend Lanse.

Senior Agent Lukaer, who was in charge of the case on the scene, spotted Lanse, who was dressed significantly differently from the crowd, at a glance.

He walked toward Lanse with a half-smile, holding a clipboard in his hand, and started chatting with Lanse as if chatting with an acquaintance, "Hi, out for a walk at night?"

Lanse glanced at him and didn't speak.

Lukaer didn't care at all, "Guess how much this alcohol is worth?"

He seemed to have guessed that Lanse wouldn't talk to him, and he said to himself, "There are about four hundred bottles of alcohol here, and the price on the market is about twenty-four hundred dollars."

"And over there...", he "pointed" with the clipboard in his hand at the young people standing in a row behind the drinks, "The bail for each of these people requires at least three hundred dollars."

"Let me count... there are eleven young people here, their bail requires at least thirty-three hundred dollars, plus this alcohol, and the illicit money we confiscated..."

Lukaer let out a whistle, "You lost seven or eight thousand dollars, Lanse."

There was some smugness on his face; during this period, Lukaer also felt the difference in Director Dai Er, who required everyone to be more proactive in attacking and fulfilling the tasks assigned to them by the Assembly.

Lukaer thought of Lanse first, so after he got the detailed location of this bar from a young person, he came directly to make arrests.

Without a doubt, the intelligence was very accurate; he wanted to see some... negative emotions on Lanse's face, but unfortunately, Lanse had always appeared very calm.

"Seven or eight thousand only, Lukaer, have you never seen money before?"

"Or is it that seven or eight thousand dollars is already an uncountable astronomical figure to you?"

Lanse took out an ivory cigarette case, pulled one out, lit it, and blew a puff of smoke at Lukaer; Lukaer tilted his head to avoid it.

Perhaps it was because he didn't like seeing Lanse's indifferent appearance, perhaps he wanted to provoke Lanse, or perhaps he wanted to find that kind of uncomposed expression on his face.

He lowered his voice a little, "Lanse, you think everyone likes you, but in fact, you are not as popular as you imagine."

"Do you know who reported you?"

Lanse squinted at him, "Who?"

He didn't expect Lukaer to say it, and the fact was indeed so, but Lukaer couldn't be said to have said nothing at all.

He said in a tone of watching the fun, "The people around you."

Lanse raised his eyebrows and repeated, "The people around me?", then he sneered, "You don't understand me and the people around me, Lukaer."

"We are all brothers who can entrust each other with our lives; they will not betray me."

"If it really was them who betrayed me, then it must be that I have a problem, not them."

"A person like you will not understand."

He was clearly planning to watch Lanse make a fool of himself, but inexplicably... he looked around, the expressions on the faces of the onlookers were all different, but the kind of expression he wanted to see was almost non-existent.

No one mocked Lanse, and no one sympathized with him; on the contrary, many people looked at him with disgusted eyes.

The smile on his face gradually faded; he took a step forward and reached out to tap Lanse on the chest, "You had better be prepared with the money to pay the bail!"

Saying this, he turned his head and returned to the very center.

Lanse looked down at his chest, flicked off the non-existent dust, nodded to the young people who were standing there handcuffed with an indifferent look, and then disappeared into the crowd.

He sat back in the car, "Check who Lukaer has been in contact with recently, and send someone to keep an eye on him."

Aierwen was somewhat incredulous, "Has a traitor really appeared among us?"

Lanse shook his head, "It's not necessarily someone around us; he said that just to make us suspicious of each other; we cannot fall for his trick."

"Tomorrow, have Lawyer Luo Ben take the money and bail them out."

Hailamu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked, "Then is this matter just going to be let go?"

Lanse shook his head, "He said it himself, seven or eight thousand dollars, such a large sum of money, how could it just be let go?"

"Check first, see how many locals are in this Hazardous Materials Bureau, and list their names."

"He can bribe some insiders to deal with us, so we can also bribe some insiders to deal with him."

"That idiot Poli just caused two explosions, so it's not very suitable to deal with them harshly right now; first, have the bar side take some preventive measures and create more escape routes."

"If the alcohol is gone, we can get more; I don't want anything to happen to the people..."