bdsm-fiction Chapter 26 Rules
Chapter 26 Rules
Mo Dingbiao smiled somewhat awkwardly, but still stepped aside to welcome Wu Fusheng and the others inside.
Song Zijie followed behind Wu Fusheng with some curiosity.
How...
Mr. Wu seems to be very familiar with this place.
Inside the private room.
The group sat down, the bright lights and the lack of music created a somber atmosphere.
after all.
One was a member of a triad, and the other was a member of the police's serious crimes unit.
If the two come together, it would be a miracle if the atmosphere were lively.
Keep it simple.
Wu Fusheng lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and slowly exhaled smoke: "Although Da Macheng is dead, we have found some clues."
"Who is he helping sell goods for? How does he get there? I need you to give me a little hint."
Mo Dingbiao's expression remained unchanged as he shook his head: "Boss, I already told you this last time."
"I'm a terrible boss right now. If I don't have any ways to make money, my subordinates won't follow me."
"I don't even know where he got these connections from, are you just going to let me off the hook?!"
Mo Dingbiao spoke somewhat hurriedly: "I've told you everything I can."
Although he concealed it very well.
Wu Fusheng still sensed something was wrong from his evasive gaze.
"You're still not honest enough. I don't really like dishonest people."
Wu Fusheng exhaled a puff of smoke and said quietly, "It seems your business here is still too good."
At this time.
Doorway.
He Wenzhan walked in with his employees.
The two men were still guarding the door as he led Wang Hui in.
Wu Fusheng had contacted He Wenzhan by phone before he arrived.
Upon hearing his former superior's call, He Wenzhan immediately led his men to the scene.
They were very familiar with this area, and all the forces in the jurisdiction were well aware of it.
It can be said.
They patrol the area daily, and their understanding of the place is in no way inferior to that of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB).
"Hey, Brother Sheng just got promoted to inspector, he has cases on his hands, so cooperate a bit, okay?"
He Wenzhan stood with his hands folded in front of him, in the standard PTU patrol stance.
The view from above is very oppressive.
"What you said may make sense, but according to the rules, even if Dama Cheng wants to do something on his own."
He Wenzhan knew exactly where the strings were: "You're his boss, it's impossible for him to bypass you completely, you don't know that? You're kidding me!"
He grinned: "Brother Sheng hasn't been in the PTU long enough, but I'm different. You know, we've known each other for ages!"
Mo Dingbiao looked at He Wenzhan with a flickering gaze, his eyes darting around.
A brief silence.
He Wenzhan lowered his voice: "Brother Sheng is my boss. He asked me to come and help, and I must produce results!"
next to.
The underling of Mo Dingbiao retorted defiantly, "You think you can just demand a result and expect it to come out of nowhere?!"
I am young and ambitious, and I am not afraid at all.
He Wenzhan glanced sideways at his underling, pointed at the tattoo on his neck, and said, "What filth is that? Wipe it off!"
The younger brother, with his neck stiff and eyes wide, stared at He Wenzhan, clearly unconvinced.
"Snapped!"
He Wenzhan raised his hand and slapped his underling across the face.
The slap was unusually forceful, and the sound was crisp.
next to.
Song Zijie was caught off guard by the sudden slap.
He opened his mouth, looked at Wu Fusheng who remained silent, and ultimately held back from speaking.
He Wenzhan slapped him hard twice in a row.
The younger brother's face flushed red rapidly, and he no longer had the sharp edge he had before.
Two henchmen walked in from the doorway, and together with Wang Hui, they glared menacingly at the other underlings in the private room.
No one dared to move.
He Wenzhan grabbed his underling's fingers and pressed them against the tattoo on his neck: "Wipe it off!"
Helpless, the younger brother rubbed his thumb vigorously against the tattoo on his neck.
soon.
The skin on my neck was scraped.
The younger brother clenched his teeth, almost crying, but dared not stop.
"Boss!"
Overwhelmed by the pressure, Mo Dingbiao looked at Wu Fusheng and said, "I really don't know what to say!"
He looked at He Wenzhan: "Let my little brother get out first, okay?!"
Wu Fusheng straightened his back and gave He Wenzhan a look.
He Wenzhan then stopped and let his underling go.
"We have investigated the situation carefully and now we have some leads."
Wu Fusheng spoke up: "Since Dama Cheng is helping to ship the goods, they can't just fly directly into his hands, can they?!"
He flicked his cigarette ash and tapped his finger on the card table: "There has to be a transportation channel to get the goods to us, right?!"
As they were talking.
Wu Fusheng took out a small packet of white powder and stuffed it into the pocket of Mo Dingbiao's floral shirt: "Hey, like this."
"There needs to be some medium; you can't just hold it in your hand and walk around on the street like that, can you?!"
Mo Dingbiao took out the white powder from his pocket and handed it back to Wu Fusheng: "Da Macheng is in charge of managing the alcohol transportation for my various bars and nightclubs."
really.
He knew some things perfectly well, but simply didn't want to talk about them.
"ah.."
Wu Fusheng put the heroin into the evidence bag: "So that means I have to find a logistics company responsible for transporting the alcohol myself?!"
Mo Dingbiao stared at Wu Fusheng for several seconds.
"!"
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words in a low voice: "Da Ma Cheng knows He Lian Sheng Tai Po Hei. Tai Po Hei is in the business of chilled chicken and has its own transportation and logistics."
That's all I know. Ask me anything more and I really won't know anything!
Mo Dingbiao stretched out his hand, as if to say, "You're just going to pull me back."
He Wenzhan also looked at Wu Fusheng and cast a glance at him.
The gist is that this is the best way to describe Mo Dingbiao.
If I speak too bluntly, I'll be hunted down and killed.
Wu Fusheng then had a general idea in mind.
He stood up and patted Mo Dingbiao on the shoulder: "Our interactions have gone quite well so far."
"Smile?"
He gestured with his lip, saying noncommittally, "If you're not smiling, then you're not happy."
Mo Dingbiao twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile extremely stiff.
"That's right."
Wu Fusheng nodded in satisfaction: "I'll apply for a Good Citizen Award for you later, what do you think?!"
Mo Dingbiao looked up and met Wu Fusheng's gaze: "Thank you, sir!"
Wu Fusheng then left with his men.
Mo Dingbiao's voice came through: "Boss, don't mess with me next time, okay? Give me a break!"
Wu Fusheng stopped, turned around and glanced at him: "It's not that I don't want you to live, but that you need to know the limits."
"You need to know what money you can make and what money you can't, understand? Good citizen?!"
Mo Dingbiao opened his mouth, lowered his head, and nodded.
outside.
Wu Fusheng handed a cigarette to He Wenzhan: "Thank you for making this trip."
This time, Wu Fusheng wanted to amplify the hype surrounding Mo Ding Biao, which Mo Ding Biao naturally didn't want.
The appearance of He Wenzhan and his team put a lot of psychological pressure on Mo Dingbiao, which is why things went so smoothly.
"In our hearts, Inspector Wu will always be our boss," Ho Man-chan replied earnestly.
"good!"
Wu Fusheng nodded: "By the way, I have a friend named Guan Zu, who has already spoken to the night school for you."
"The PTU is a bit more disciplined than the Major Crimes Unit. Hurry up and get your certificate, because the Major Crimes Unit won't be so relaxed anymore."
He Wenzhan nodded vigorously and grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.
Song Zijie drove away with Wu Fusheng in tow.
"Our trainee inspector," Wu Fusheng glanced at him, "What's it like?"
"Um.."
Song Zijie pondered for a moment, then said carefully, "It's a little different from what I imagined."
Wu Fusheng said meaningfully, "Following procedures is necessary, but if you only know how to follow procedures, it's hard to make progress."
"If you grasp the right balance, make reasonable use of the rules, and figure out how to deal with them, things will be simpler."
He grinned and said, "Consider this your first gift for following me."
Song Zijie nodded thoughtfully.
Wu Fusheng looked ahead.
in front of you.
Familiar words came into view.