RPAGF Chapter 547 This is really over
Chapter 547 This is really over
Without pausing, Cheng Wangxun delivered a side kick with his left foot, taking down another person. His movements were fluid and graceful, each strike carrying the pent-up rage of his past actions.
"Fuck you!"
"If even a single hair on my precious thing is missing, I'll kill you!"
"Blocking my way?! Die!!!"
This beating seemed to ignite everyone's anger.
Even the good-natured Lu Mingxing joined them in the fight.
Lu Jingyan first took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, then suddenly took off his frameless glasses and carefully put them into his pocket.
These glasses were a gift from Bai Yisha. She had previously thought his wire-rimmed glasses were unattractive, so she bought him a new pair.
This action was like a switch; the next second, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his body leaned forward slightly, and with a sweeping kick of his right leg, he precisely tripped two villagers who rushed up.
Chaos War Triggered.
With a cold face, He Zhizhou bent down, grabbed a person's wrist, and skillfully twisted and turned it, using the other person's strength to throw them into the crowd. His movements were clean and swift, without any hesitation.
Xi Yanchen looked at Song Yumi, and then at Luo Su.
Song Yumi doesn't know how to fight. If she just barges in like that, she'll probably only get beaten up.
Luo Su insisted on coming. He doesn't fight, but at least he's well-behaved, not crazy, and a good kid.
Looking at the group of irrational men, Chi Liche silently took out a cigarette and slowly smoked it.
His fingers were long and steady as he took out a cigarette case from his inner pocket, flicked it open with one hand, and took out a cigarette.
The lighter clicked, and the blue flame danced in the twilight. He lowered his head slightly, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled, the smoke swirling and curling in the air.
He slightly raised his wrist, watching the ash slowly grow longer, then flicked it gently, letting the ash fall. The whole process was unhurried, a stark contrast to the chaos around him.
He couldn't understand how he ended up going crazy with them.
There's a strange place in my heart that's been aching faintly.
He frowned, his left hand unconsciously pressed against his chest, his fingers slightly curled, as if pressing on a spot of discomfort.
A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep worry.
He was slightly impatient, so he took out his phone and called the police. Only when the police arrived could the situation be brought under control.
Chi Liche's movements were slightly hasty. He almost dropped his phone when he took it out of his pocket. He quickly swiped his finger across the screen, found the contact, and tapped it hard.
When the call connected, his voice was low and calm, but his right hand unconsciously tapped the car body, revealing his inner unease.
After the call ended, he shoved his phone back into his pocket with a heavy thud.
In terms of power, he has more authority here.
The person who came was still the bureau chief.
As the police car roared in, its piercing siren shattering the tranquility of the village, Chi Liche leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on the car door.
As the director pushed open the door and strode towards him, Chi Liche slowly straightened up, his right hand casually tucked into his pocket, while his left hand held a half-smoked cigarette.
His posture appeared relaxed, yet it exuded an undeniable air of authority. His shoulders were slightly tilted back, his chin slightly raised, and he radiated an innate aura.
The bureau chief stopped in front of him and bowed slightly. Chi Liche simply nodded, but his eyes never left the village entrance.
His gaze was deep and sharp, and he flicked the ash from his cigarette with a calm and unhurried manner, as if he had everything under control.
Since the police arrived, the situation was quickly brought under control.
The sound of sirens echoed over the village, and the red and blue flashing lights illuminated the panicked faces of the villagers in the night.
The police quickly dispersed, forming a human wall to separate the arguing crowd.
Their movements were synchronized and well-trained; the batons in their hands gleamed coldly under the lights, deterring those who still wanted to cause trouble.
Although Chi Liche is the leader of the Black Border, he still makes a living off the White Border, so very few people would consider being his enemy.
His figure appeared exceptionally tall and straight under the police lights, his black suit jacket swaying gently in the breeze, outlining his broad shoulders and strong back.
"What's all the fuss about? The village isn't yours to do. What's wrong with you coming into the village? If you keep making a scene, we'll arrest you all."
The bureau chief shouted sternly, his voice loud and authoritative, his brows furrowed, his eyes piercing as he scanned the faces of every villager, his right hand on the baton at his waist, and his left hand on his hip.
As he finished speaking, the villagers who had been shouting gradually quieted down, no longer daring to meet the police's gaze, and could only lower their heads and mutter quietly.
As for what was being said, they couldn't quite hear it.
Bai Hualin and Ren Wenqi were squeezed to the back of the crowd and completely blocked out.
Chi Liche raised his eyes and glanced at the people present. He walked casually to the director, the sound of his leather shoes on the ground being particularly clear in the quiet night.
He muttered a few words, his eyes sharp and sinister, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, yet giving one the illusion of being stared at by a venomous snake.
"Director Zhao, this area is under your jurisdiction for human trafficking, isn't it?"
Chi Liche's voice was deep and magnetic, each word like a cold blade, piercing precisely into the director's ears.
His eyes were sharp as knives, staring directly into the director's eyes. A faint smile still lingered on his lips, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
The bureau chief felt a chill run down his spine and nodded cautiously: "Yes, we are investigating."
His voice trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He unconsciously took a half step back, creating some distance between himself and Chi Liche. He unconsciously straightened his tie, trying to hide his inner turmoil.
Director Zhao's eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact with Chi Liche.
Chi Liche's information network is even wider than Director Zhao's. He has found evidence of Director Zhao's embezzlement, abuse of power, or other illegal activities, enough to ruin the director's reputation or even send him to prison.
But Chi Liche couldn't be bothered to care.
Chi Liche tilted his head slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.
"It seems that Director Zhao's abilities are limited."
He tapped his thigh lightly with his fingers, the rhythm slow and forceful, as if counting down the time for the bureau chief. His tone was calm and even, but it made Director Zhao's heart skip a beat.
These words struck the bureau chief like a heavy hammer, turning his face instantly pale and causing his lips to tremble slightly, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
"Alright, stop putting on that act and let's go into the village."
"Okay, I know this way best, Mr. Chi, follow me."
The bureau chief breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to lead the way.
Seeing that the matter was resolved, Cheng Wangxun stopped fighting, quickened his pace, and followed them inside.
This isn't Beijing; even if he were a princeling from the Beijing elite circle, he'd be powerless here.
The group entered the village in a grand procession, and the villagers dared not speak out against their anger, simply watching them go in.
Police had come before, but all the police in this area were their own people; they even helped the police find wives. But this time...
Ruined.