"Whatâs going on now? Can I at least eat in peace?" Meng Ping snapped, putting down his chopsticks, his handsome face full of hostility, "Keep making noise and get the hell out."
"Boss, just now the Living Yama showed up, and he brought weapons."
This time, the Southern client was so scared he nearly hid under the table, "Second Young Master Meng, who... who have you offended?"
"Oh! I might have offended the old man of my family." Meng Ping put down his chopsticks, wishing he could kick the little fat man, "Damn it, why didnât you tell me the Living Yama was here?"
"You said they wouldnât dare make a move, plus when I came, the Living Yama wasnât here yet." The little fat man felt very wronged.
"Hai Shen wonât take action but the Living Yama definitely will." Meng Ping rushed out in a fury. Others might not get it, but he sure did.
Everyone says Shen Feihu is a madman, but the Living Yama is no better. Itâs just that bastard is too sly, and others donât know it. If he personally leads a team, he absolutely wonât leave until heâs smashed something.
Meng Ping got it right! He indeed understood Xu Qigang. Since he personally brought people over, returning without a single brick or tile disturbed would be unexplainable to the President. Not being able to explain to the President was one thing, but more importantly, he couldnât explain to his subordinates or to himself.
The War Wolf Rescue Team never goes out randomly; when they do, there must be noise, or it would tarnish the rescue teamâs reputation.
So by the time Meng Ping arrived in a hurry, half of One Weeklyâs two-story building had already been torn down. The place was a complete mess, and the magazineâs staff were squatting on the ground with heads in hands, in a surrender posture.
Hai Shen was leisurely smoking on the side. Damn it, no wonder the Rescue Association is so arrogant. This feeling is indeed quite satisfying! He couldnât help but want to apply for a transfer to the Rescue Association.
"Notify the Municipal Public Security Bureau and the Cultural Bureau, weâve caught a bunch of suspects spreading illegal publications, have them come arrest people," Xu Qigang ordered sternly.
Actually, Zhao Changqi had long been quietly stationed nearby with people, waiting for the moment his presence was needed. As soon as Xu Qigang finished speaking, he immediately rushed in with people, and without a word, cuffed everyone present, including Xu Mo.
"This is unjust! We didnât..."
"Shut up, all of you," Zhao Changqi said impatiently.
Having previous detention experience and understanding the real reason behind being caught, Xu Mo quickly gestured to everyone not to panic. "The Boss will bail us out, donât panic, donât panic."
He was verbally comforting everyone not to panic, but inside, he was scared to death.
Sure enough, you absolutely canât write scandalous news about the leaders; even if someone lends him the courage next time, he wouldnât dare write it.
Xu Mo resentfully glanced at Xu Qigang from a distance, feeling let down that he had considered him an unreachable hero in his heart. Itâs just too much, how could he be so tyrannical and ruthless?
Move to action just like that?
"Whereâs your boss? Why hasnât your boss shown up yet?"
"We donât know." With no one allowed out, how would they know where the boss was?
"Fuck!" someone cursed, "If he doesnât show up, weâll open fire directly."
When Meng Ping rushed to the scene, he was greeted by this sight. Luckily, he had mentally prepared himself on the way; otherwise, he might have died from anger on the spot.
Anyway, the little fat man had collapsed.
"Itâs over, itâs all over now!"