Chapter 520: Intimidation and Assault 6661

"Forty minutes ago, the door was still open."

A large squad of police officers climbed down from their cruisers, and Hunter gave a brief explanation.

In truth, he didn't have to explain, but he did anyway. It was all that damn judicial procedure's fault; he had overlooked the trick of asking Director Dai Er to help obtain the legal documents, thinking only of going to the Judicial Bureau to apply for them himself.

He should have stayed here.

Even if his heart resisted it, at this very moment, he had to admit that sometimes he really was inferior to Chali—at least when it came to "how to do things beautifully," he was not as good as Chali.

"So, what do we do now?" his subordinate asked.

Hunter tilted his head up. "Pry the door open. We have a search warrant."

The gate of such a dilapidated factory could not withstand the efforts of police equipped with professional breaching tools. Soon, with a *crack*, the bolt of the iron gate snapped, and the officers drew their weapons and rushed inside.

In just a few minutes, those who had been holding weapons had all put them away; there was no one left here.

Hunter walked over to the furnace and splashed half a cup of water into it. In an instant, it hissed, accompanied by a plume of steam rising up.

"They shouldn't have left long ago. Should we pursue?"

Hunter hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. Since they had already left, there was little point in chasing them.

You didn't know which direction they had gone, how long they had been gone, what transport they had taken, or where their destination was.

They couldn't intercept every pedestrian or vehicle they saw and force them to undergo inspection; that would only cause the trouble to spread.

"Search the place..."

Soon, they found some wine bottles in the warehouse that hadn't been shipped out yet, almost all of them the Golden Lion brand.

The moment he held these empty bottles, images surfaced in Hunter's mind—

It, along with this crate, would be carried by workers onto a dilapidated truck. Once the entire truck was filled with crates, it would speed toward the outskirts of the city, transporting it in the night to the side of a warehouse at an abandoned farm.

Then, the same group of workers would unload them from the truck. During the unloading process, they might discover that some bottles had broken during transport.

Thus, those broken bottles would be tossed aside, discarded randomly in the wilderness far from the warehouse.

Doing this, besides preventing the workers here from being accidentally injured, also effectively stopped animals from wandering too close.

That intact bottle would be sent into the warehouse and placed on the very outside.

After experiencing some lights turning on and off, it would be picked up by a worker along with the crate it was in, and then sent to the bottling area of the warehouse.

It would be shoved into a rubber hose, and then the potent whiskey would be injected into its body until it was filled to the brim!

Its body would be labeled, the gold-stamped Golden Lion trademark shining under the lights, and then it would be placed into the sealing machine.

Under the gaze of the worker's calm, indifferent, yet fierce eyes, its mouth would be locked shut.

It would be placed back into a wooden crate and then sent back onto the truck.

The vehicle would sway and rattle as it left the farm, heading straight for the city where neon lights flickered in the distance.

It would be sent into a bar, eventually appearing on the liquor shelf, waiting for a drunkard who could afford to pay.

Its cap would be twisted off, the whiskey inside poured out, and the bottle would be tossed casually under the bar counter by the bartender.

Until not a single drop remained, and then it would be tossed back into the wooden crate.

It might be reused, or it might be thrown away directly; this was its "life."

"Director Hunter?"

Hunter felt someone seemingly shaking him. He came back to his senses, light and focus returning to his eyes. "What?"

"We..."

Hunter was silent for a few seconds. "Go ask around the neighborhood, see if there are any clues regarding the manager of this factory, the workers, and the boss behind it."

Although he knew it was unlikely, he still wanted to try. What if someone knew something?

He went up to the second-floor office himself. It was clear that the manager here had been smart when leaving; many things had not been taken away.

He casually picked up a file folder, opened it, and looked. Inside were records of business operations from a certain month and year, and occasionally some technical details.

It had no value. Just as he tossed the folder onto the desk and prepared to leave, the telephone in the office suddenly rang so abruptly!

Hunter was startled. He cursed under his breath, staring at the ringing phone. He waited for it to ring several times, and only when his subordinates walked up the stairs did he walk to the desk and pick it up.

"Hi, Hunter." The voice in the receiver let Hunter know instantly who was on the other side.

He gritted his teeth lightly. "Lans."

"Are you calling now because you want to mock and ridicule me?"

"Ridicule you?" Lans's laughter in the receiver made Hunter's teeth itch.

"No, no, no, I'm not calling to ridicule you, it's just that you..."

He seemed to be searching for words. After waiting two seconds, "... you were pursuing too closely. Just a little bit, you know?"

"Just a little bit more and you would have given me a headache, but in the end, it was just a little bit off!" Hunter interrupted him. "If you're calling to show off to me, then fine, your goal is achieved. I'm hanging up; I don't want to hear your boring voice anymore."

"I'm not trying to show off anything, Hunter. I just want to say, the game has begun."

The busy signal followed in the receiver after the call was hung up. Hunter felt a moment of confusion, but soon he realized.

The "game" Lans spoke of was not an ordinary game; it was a game of life and death!

Fuck!

He cursed twice more, pacing back and forth in the room with a headache.

His status limited his freedom, and his desires had tied him to a war chariot he shouldn't be on.

The faster the chariot ran, the greater the damage would be when it crashed.

The most critical thing was, once you got on, you couldn't get off.

He began to feel some worry. After having people continue to search for evidence, he returned to the police station and immediately made a call to Chali.

"Lans just spoke with me over there."

Chali didn't react at first. "Did you catch them?"

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"No, we didn't."

"But he called the office phone at the factory over there. He threatened me, saying 'the game has begun'."

Chali was silent for a while. "Pay attention to your safety for a while, and make arrangements for your family too. You understand what I mean."

"We have a bottom line, but the gangs have no bottom line, and Lans is a person with an even more flexible bottom line. Don't give him any opportunity he can exploit."

Hunter replied, "I plan to send my family to the capital, and I'll stay at the police station myself."

His tone was somewhat despondent.

For a police chief to be driven to this point, it was indeed somewhat shameful, but he was also truly afraid of death.

Chali had no other solutions either. "In any case, stay safe."

"I've spoken with Gao Li over the phone. They will have some actions in the next few days. Provide them with some convenience when the time comes; someone will talk to you later."

The news of the attack on the Koda family's finance company spread very quickly, and many who owed them money felt a surge of surprise!

Because the person spreading the news said that they had burned all the debt vouchers, and a small amount of collateral had also been taken away.

This meant that those who were bold enough could try to squeeze a sum out of the Koda family.

Of course, the vast majority of people didn't dare do that, but they dared to default on their debts.

You say I owe you money? No problem, show me the IOU.

Having suffered such a big loss, the Koda family couldn't remain silent forever. They had already formulated a plan: attack Lans's bars.

The last time was an accident; this time they had scouted the locations of several bars, and they would attack these bars at night—

They chose night because this way they could know if these bars were operating. If they weren't operating, it might be a trap.

If they were operating, destroy them!

After Hunter hung up the phone, he took two deep breaths, then picked up the phone to tell his family to go to the capital for a vacation for a while...

At eight o'clock in the evening, the nightlife of New Jincheng began.

The Starlight District and the Port District did not become depressed because of the gang firefights within the city; instead, they became even livelier as the population continued to increase!

Especially the Port District; its liveliness could already be considered number one in New Jincheng!

A large number of refugee women stood on the street corners, posing and posturing. If there was one behavior that local men hated most, it was price gouging.

Then the appearance of these refugee women had directly driven the prices down to the floor!

An attitude of "as long as you pay, it's fine"—whether it was one or two dollars or even fifty cents—meant that there were many people here every night.

After men enjoyed a cheap, non-discounted service, they could still use the remaining money to have a drink and eat some late-night snacks. There was nothing more delightful than this!

A guy who looked slightly out of place with the surrounding environment came out of a bar, reeking of alcohol. He walked into a nearby phone booth and dialed a number.

"The bar at No. 900 Phoenix Road in the Port District is still operating normally..."

On the other end, Shi Dong, who received the call, looked at a young man in the office. "Remember my words: don't care about the lives of those poor people."

"The more chaotic it is, the more people die, and the more unlucky he will be!"

If someone lost their little life because they got caught in a gang firefight while drinking.

Without even considering the question of who fired the shots, Lans's bar would definitely have to bear a great deal of responsibility. Moreover, they had also arranged for police to immediately seal the scene after the firefight, locking the responsibility onto the Lans family.

It could be said that in order to strike at Lans, they had begun to have even less of a bottom line!

The young man nodded and stood up from the sofa. "Wait for my good news!"

As he said this, he picked up the hat hanging on the coat rack, and after saying goodbye to the others, he pressed it onto his head and left the room.

Four cars drove out from the back alley, heading rapidly toward the Port District.

The pitch-black night sky was like a wide-open mouth, swallowing everything that drove into the darkness...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 521 =====