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Chapter 1550 Sister-in-law, how could you face my brother? How could you face me? (Please subscribe!)

The meeting was held at Shen Jiawen's private club.

When Hua Shier arrived with his three henchmen, Haozi, Kun Ge, and Fenzi, the other bosses were already seated. The private room was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere wasn't exactly relaxed, but at least they maintained a facade of harmony.

Jiao Tao and two of his underlings came forward to stop them.

He had a smile on his face and spoke politely, but his body position was very deliberate, perfectly positioned between Hua Shier and the main table.

"Brother Tianlong, I'm sorry. You caused a scene here last time, so we've added a new rule: no weapons allowed. The same goes for the other bosses; they all have to be checked before sitting down. Don't make things difficult for me."

Hua Shier turned his head to look at Fu Guosheng.

Old Fu sat in the main seat, a cigar between his fingers, and smiled and nodded at him, his expression very amiable.

Shen Jiawen sat next to Lao Fu, holding a glass of red wine. Her gaze towards him held a hint of resentment. Yes, he had stood her up last night.

Hua Shier withdrew his gaze and readily pulled out a large black star from his back waist and handed it over.

Jiao Tao took the gun, said "Excuse me," and carefully searched him from head to toe to make sure there were no other weapons before stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter.

The three rats were checked one by one before they were allowed to pass.

Fu Guosheng chuckled and said:
"Brother Tianlong, we've been waiting for you. Come, take a seat."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone whispered a reminder: "Boss Fu, Old Zheng hasn't arrived yet."

Fu Guosheng waved his hand, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something trivial:
"We'll talk about that later." He pointed to the seat next to him, gesturing for Hua Twelve to sit down.

That spot—it was exactly where Zheng Chao used to sit.

At this, the other leaders all seemed to be deep in thought.

Some exchanged glances, some took a sip of tea, and some tapped their fingers silently on the table—everyone's mind was racing with calculations.

Hua Shier walked over confidently and greeted everyone with a smile:
"Old Fu, Sister-in-law, it's nice to see you all again."

He had a warm smile on his face, as if he were attending a family gathering.

But the other leaders had all witnessed how formidable this person was, and they all responded. Even Pei Yu, who had clashed with him before, reluctantly nodded.

Only Han Fuhu, sitting diagonally opposite, didn't even lift his eyelids, a faint, indifferent smile on his lips, and remained silent.

"He, tui!"

Hua Shier spat across the round table onto Han Fuhu's face:
"I greeted you, didn't you hear me? You're too kind of me!"

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Han Fuhu was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that someone had spat in his face. Then he stood up and howled:
"I'll kill you!" Then he was about to charge at her and risk his life.

Hua Shier picked up a chair:
"Come on, let's see who kills whom!"

Fu Guosheng angrily said, "Enough! If you make any more noise, get out!"

Jiao Tao quickly led his men to stand between Hua Shier and Han Fuhu: "Both of you, calm down!"

Hua Shier looked at Fu Guosheng with an innocent expression and said, "Old Fu, you saw it. I greeted him with good intentions, but he acted like he didn't see me. I'm your brother. If he doesn't give me face, he's slapping you in the face. I'm standing up for you!"

Fu Guosheng laughed in exasperation: "So I should thank you?"

"You're welcome!"

Hua Shier placed the chair down, plopped down, and leaned back, looking more relaxed than anyone else present.

Haozi, Kun Ge, and Fenzi stood obediently not far behind their boss, with their arms crossed in front of them, just like the other underlings brought by their boss, their eyes darting around.

Han Fuhu, panting heavily, asked, "Boss Fu, what do you have to say about this?"

Fu Guosheng said helplessly, "Old Han, next time I'll only take 90% of the shipment, okay?"

Han Fuhu returned to his seat, but his expression remained grim as he glared fiercely at Hua Shier.

Hua Shier gave him the middle finger: "Come and bite me!"

"Alright, let's get down to business!"

Fu Guosheng tapped the table with his knuckles, making two soft tapping sounds.

"I've called everyone here today to announce two things."

Fu Guosheng held up one finger. "The first thing—Zheng Chao is dead."

The moment the words were spoken, the private room erupted in chaos.

The gang leaders exchanged glances, but then their eyes involuntarily lit up with a burning desire.

Zheng Chao is the second most important person in the group after Lao Fu, and the business he controls is the most lucrative part of the entire empire.

Now that this piece of fat meat is unclaimed, who wouldn't want to take a bigger bite?
The people's minds were no longer focused on how Zheng Chao died, but on how to divide the vacant share, and whether they could take over this line. Even if they couldn't take over the whole thing, every extra ten percent was a piece of real money.

Fu Guosheng took in everyone's reactions, but remained unhurried. He waited until the buzzing discussion subsided before slowly speaking, puffing on his cigar:

"Someone still needs to handle Zheng Chao's case. I plan to hand it over to Brother Tianlong."

As soon as these words were spoken, the noise in the private room became ten times louder than before, and almost all of them were voices of opposition.

When Hua Shier joined last time, Lao Fu said he would run Southeast Asia, so that his domestic channels wouldn't overlap and they wouldn't interfere with each other, so no one had any objections.

But this time it's different. Zheng Chao is gone, so the meat should be left to rot in the pot and divided among the bosses present. How can we let an outsider benefit from it?
"I object!"

Pei Yu was the first to speak, his face flushed red:

“Boss Fu, you have to give everyone an explanation of how Old Zheng died. You can’t just let him go like that without any explanation, and then hand over his territory to an outsider. That doesn’t make sense.”

Han Fuhu's gaze was cold:
"That's right. Last time, Boss Fu, you made Yu Tianlong prove his loyalty by going on a shipment with Old Zheng."

"If I remember correctly, the buyer is Zhang Anru, right?"

His gaze fell upon Hua Twelve, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"It's only been a few days and Lao Zheng is already dead. Zhang Anru was arrested by the cops yesterday, and it's even on the news. I suspect there's an undercover agent among them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes turned to Hua Shier's face.

A cacophony of gazes—doubtful, scrutinizing, thoughtful, and those waiting to see what would happen—converged, and the air suddenly tightened.

Facing the razor-sharp gazes of everyone in the room, Hua Shier suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up. The marble tabletop slammed with a dull thud, and even the teacup lids bounced.

He looked around, his expression more furious and self-righteous than anyone else present:

"That's right! I also suspect there's an undercover agent!"

He suddenly pointed his index finger directly at Jiao Tao, his voice sharp and stern, spitting almost onto Jiao Tao's face:
"Xiao Tao! I've suspected you're up to something for a long time! Now even Boss Han has figured it out—tell me, are you an undercover agent?"

Everyone looked bewildered and speechless at Hua Shier.

Can't you see that everyone is doubting you?
You're the one who jumped up and pointed at others?
Hua Twelve: Sigh! -- Strike first, then turn the tables. Look at others' nonsense, I'm the most decisive one.

The main logic is this: as long as I ask others first, I can clear myself of suspicion, lol!
Pinkie Pie: This feels so familiar!
Jiao Tao was also stunned. It took him two seconds to come to his senses. His face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Yu Tianlong, stop making baseless accusations! I am utterly loyal to Boss Fu, how could I be an undercover agent?"

He turned to Fu Guosheng, his eyes filled with grievance and urgency.

Fu Guosheng didn't speak, but looked at Hua Shier with great interest.

That expression clearly showed she wanted to see what kind of nonsense he could come up with.

Hua's twelve fingers almost poked Jiao Tao's nose:
"That day I was going to double-cross Zhang Anru and kill her, taking all the money and the goods. Did you stop me? If you hadn't called Lao Fu and asked me to release her, Zhang Anru would have died that day. How could she have survived until she was arrested by the cops?"

"Is it crazy that I suspect you're an undercover agent?"

"Did you specifically leave Zhang Anru for the cops?!"

Upon hearing these words, Pei Yu, Han Fuhu, and the others couldn't help but twitch their eyelids.

Good heavens—a double-cross, swallowing both money and goods, and you say it with such self-righteousness?
And judging from Jiao Tao's speechless expression, what he said is probably true.

However, precisely because of this, their suspicions that Hua Shier was an undercover agent have lessened considerably.

After all, what undercover agent would be so eager to double-cross someone? The cop would never do such a thing.

Jiao Tao's voice cracked with anger: "You're talking nonsense! We do business on the basis of integrity! If you want to rip off your customers, of course I'll stop you—that's the rule!"

Hua Shier immediately turned to look at everyone present, spread his hands, and his expression was so innocent it was almost sincere:
"You all heard that—he admitted it. If he hadn't stopped me from silencing Zhang Anru, would that Zhang guy have been caught by the cops?"

Seeing that he wouldn't let go of Jiao Tao, Han Fuhu knew that if the topic continued to go around in circles, it would never end. So he simply cut back to the point and asked in a deep voice:

"Then tell me, how did Zheng Chao die?"

Hua Shier spread his hands:
"I killed him. So what?"

"He asked for his own death, so I'll grant him his wish and send him on his way."

No one present expected that this guy would just admit it like that. No, shouldn't this kind of thing be covered up?
A commotion erupted in the private room. Han Fuhu slammed his hand on the table, pointed at Hua Shier's nose, and roared:

"You surnamed Yu! If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll make sure you leave this place lying on the ground!"

Hua Twelve scoffed and looked back with disdain:
"What the hell are you bragging about? I'll kill you right now so you can shut up here."

As he spoke, his right hand had been habitually groping around his lower back for a while:

Where's my gun?

Everyone then realized that this guy had just been about to pull out a gun.

Several gang leaders instinctively leaned back, all thinking the same thing—Damn it. Luckily, they had taken all the guns beforehand, otherwise who knows what trouble would have happened today.

Hua Twelve seemed to have just remembered that his gun had been taken away.

Without saying a word, he turned around, picked up the solid wood chair he had just been sitting on, and rushed around the table toward Han Fuhu.

Fu Guosheng immediately stood up and stopped Hua Shier, placing his hands on his shoulders with a reassuring smile:
"Brother Tianlong, calm down, calm down. We're all family, any misunderstandings can be cleared up, don't ruin the harmony."

Hua Shier was waiting for this step. He seized the opportunity, slammed his chair down, and pointed at Han Fuhu, saying:

"If it weren't for giving Old Fu face, I would have beaten you to a pulp."

Han Fuhu glared at him defiantly and said:

"It's not certain who will beat whom to a pulp! Then explain yourself clearly, why did you want to kill Zheng Chao?"

Han Fuhu's speech quickened noticeably in the second half of his sentence, clearly indicating that he had noticed Hua Shier was about to lose his temper again and was quickly changing the subject.

Hua Shier turned around and beckoned to the back row: "Fenzi, come here. Explain your words to the bosses."

Fenzi quickly recounted the entire story of how Zheng Chao instructed him and Huazi to kill Hua Shier on the way, only to be killed in return.

Han Fuhu curled his lip:
"It's all your people talking, who knows what really happened." But although he said that, his momentum had clearly diminished.

After hearing Fenzi's account, and recalling that Jiao Tao hadn't refuted the 'double-cross' incident, the others' suspicions that Hua Shier was an undercover agent had largely dissipated.

Think about it carefully, how could a cop possibly do something like double-crossing someone else?
How could someone kill Zheng Chao in a fit of anger? That's not the logic of an undercover agent.

Fu Guosheng glanced around at everyone present, then slowly spoke, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"I know about Zheng Chao's matter. He has always been dissatisfied with me, and this time he really had ulterior motives—it is understandable that the Tianlong brothers killed him."

His words were the final verdict.

The leaders exchanged glances, and even those who were still resentful didn't say anything more.

After all, Lao Fu has already made the decision; to argue further would be disrespectful.

Seeing that the room had quieted down, Fu Guosheng asked Hua Shier to sit down again.

He cleared his throat, his tone returning to its initial calm: "That's settled then. Now, let's talk about the second matter."

Fu Guosheng's gaze slowly swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Han Fuhu:
"Zhang Anru is in trouble, and a batch of her goods was also seized. The police will definitely be cracking down hard lately."

"I'm informing everyone that our business will be temporarily suspended for a month."

These words caused an even greater uproar than when Zheng Chao's death was announced. Apart from Hua Shier and Shen Jiawen, who remained calm, everyone else started chattering away.

Guo Yang, the boss whom I met last time, was the first to jump out and express his dissatisfaction, slamming his fist on the table in a gruff voice: "Boss Fu! You stopped supplying us while you were in the detention center, and the brothers were already starving. You've only been out for a few days and you're going to stop again? The brothers still need to eat, right!"

The others nodded in agreement. Han Fuhu, who had already expressed his dissatisfaction with Fu Guosheng's favoritism towards Hua Shier, seized the opportunity to speak sarcastically:
"Brother Fu, why are you getting more and more timid as you get older? You're afraid of this and that. What's the point of selling goods? You might as well switch to opening a supermarket."

Fu Guosheng's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze turned cold. He looked at Han Fuhu:
So you disagree?

Han Fuhu met his gaze for a moment, then somewhat embarrassedly shrugged.

"Brother Fu, you're the boss, whatever you say goes—"

Fu Guosheng snorted coldly, then looked at the others:
"I know everyone wants to make money, but it's always better to be safe than sorry. I advise everyone to take a break during this period, and if you have any inventory, please stop selling it for now."

After Fu Guosheng finished speaking, he stood up:

"Alright, let's do it this way. Everyone take a month off. After a month, we'll continue singing, dancing, and doing business as usual."

He finished speaking and prepared to leave.

The leaders all looked ashen-faced, as if they had swallowed flies. A month's suspension meant living off their savings for a month.

What's worse is that if they don't do business, those fellow Daoists can't resist, and the middlemen can't resist either, so they'll definitely find other sources of goods.

After a month, I don't know how many customers I'll lose.

Anyone can do the math, but once Lao Fu has spoken, no one dares to directly contradict him.

Fu Guosheng reached out his hand for Shen Jiawen to take his arm, and the two left.

Surprisingly, although Shen Jiawen stood up, she didn't intend to go with him. Instead, she said:

"Brother Fu, how about we reconsider the shipment?"

Fu Guosheng was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly: "Jiawen, what do you want to do?"

Shen Jiawen smiled faintly: "What I mean is—the shipments can't stop. Besides, the boss here hasn't given his opinion yet."

Fu Guosheng's brows furrowed even deeper as he stared at Shen Jiawen, as if he were meeting her for the first time today.

"Jiawen, what exactly do you mean?"

Shen Jiawen didn't answer him. She turned her head, her gaze passing over Fu Guosheng and landing directly on Hua Shier:

"Tianlong, what do you say?"

Fu Guosheng suddenly turned around and looked at Hua Shier in disbelief.

Hua Shier knew that Shen Jiawen was forcing him to take sides, and thought to himself that this woman didn't seem like a good person.

However, he and Xu Pingqiu had already planned it out; they were going to side with Shen Jiawen this time. Without hesitation, he revealed an innocent smile:

"Old Fu, I think you're being too cautious. That's not a good thing. In our line of work, when is there no risk? Yes, now that Zhang Anru is down, the authorities will definitely investigate thoroughly. But the bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish!"

No one expected that Hua Shier, whom Fu Guosheng had just strongly supported, would stand up and contradict Fu at this moment.

Seeing this dramatic scene, the leaders, including Pei Yu and Han Fuhu, couldn't help but smile.

Pei Yu smiled and said, "Brother Fu, I think Brother Tianlong makes a good point!"

Han Fuhu, with his legs crossed, slowly added, "Old Fu—although I don't get along with Yu Tianlong, I also think what he said makes sense."

Fu Guosheng frowned, his eyes cold as he looked at Hua Shier:
"Brother Tianlong, what do you mean by this?"

Before Hua Shier could reply, Shen Jiawen quickly stood up and stood between the two of them.

She stood in front of Hua Shier, her expression gentle, but her tone leaving no room for doubt:

"Old Fu, Brother Tianlong also wants to make money. You should at least listen to everyone's opinions. The shipment can't stop. This isn't just my idea, it's also the rich man's idea."

"A rich man?"

Upon hearing a new name, Hua Shier raised an eyebrow, guessing that this wealthy man must be Fu Guosheng's superior.

Fu Guosheng stared at Shen Jiawen, his lips trembling slightly: "Jiawen, you've changed."

Shen Jiawen's smile seemed somewhat unnatural:

“Brother Fu, you’ve changed. Haven’t you noticed? You’ve become more and more timid, hesitant and timid in your actions. You’ve long lost the courage you had when you built the entire group.”

Fu Guosheng had feelings for Shen Jiawen, he explained:
“Jiawen, it’s not that I’m a coward. Have you noticed how many things have happened in the past year? People’s luck is limited, and I feel like our luck is almost gone. I’m being careful, not just for myself, but also for you.”

By the end, his voice was almost pleading.

Hua Shier felt it was about time. He walked to Shen Jiawen's side, put his arm around her slender waist, and then defiantly raised his chin at Fu Guosheng:
"Old Fu, as people get older, they become more timid and their kidneys weaken. Just admit it. If you're not up to it, give up this position. Don't just occupy the toilet without doing anything."

Fu Guosheng trembled, pointing at Hua Shier and Shen Jiawen in disbelief: "You, you two."

Hua Shier shrugged, his meaning clear: given the situation, do you still need to ask?
Besides Lao Fu, Han Fuhu was also shocked. It was obvious that Hua Shier and Shen Jiawen were together. He had previously felt that his sister-in-law was interested in him, so how could she have changed her mind?

At this moment, Han Fuhu really wanted to ask Shen Jiawen: Sister-in-law, how can you do this to my brother? How can you do this to me?

Jiao Tao, as Fu Guosheng's most loyal henchman, was the first to react.

His eyes instantly turned red. He pulled out the large black Star pistol he had just taken from Hua Shier, pointed it at Hua Shier, and cursed in a hoarse voice:

"Yu Tianlong! You fucking want to die—"

Seeing this, Haozi, Kunge, and Fenzi wanted to step forward to protect their master, but they were stopped by Jiao Tao's men as soon as they took half a step.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Hua Shierchao and the others ordered, "Don't move!"

Then he pointed to his forehead, looking at Jiao Tao with a mocking expression:

"Come on, aim and shoot here, or you're a son of a bitch!"

Jiao Tao was a desperate criminal, and he couldn't stand such provocation. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he yanked his index finger on the trigger.

Upon seeing his action, everyone's eyes narrowed. Hua Shier could clearly feel that Shen Jiawen in his arms stiffened for a second.

Then, with a 'snap'.

What spewed from the barrel of that big black star gun wasn't a bullet, but a burst of orange-blue flame!
This exquisitely crafted, lifelike black star lighter is actually a lighter.

Hua Shier laughed heartily, then pulled out another handful of large black star peppers from his back and pressed them against Jiao Tao's forehead:

"You think you can kill me just because you grabbed a lighter? You're trying to make me laugh to death and inherit my QQ coins!"

Everyone was stunned. Hadn't they just searched them?

Jiao Tao looked like he'd seen a ghost: "Where did you get this gun from...?"

He personally searched Hua Shier's body to make sure the guy didn't even have a nail clipper before letting him go.

Hua Twelve sneered:
"If I told you you were useless, I'd give you a lighter and you'd believe it was a gun. The one I have here is the real gun!"

Jiao Tao, his neck stiff and his face contorted, forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "Shoot me, I don't believe you dare to shoot."

Before he could finish speaking, Hua Shier lowered his wrist, moved the gun barrel down, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! The bullet pierced Jiao Tao's thigh, and blood gushed out instantly.

Jiao Tao screamed, his whole body tilted to the side, and he fell heavily to the floor, clutching his thigh and curling up in a ball.

"I don't believe you dare to fire."

Hua Shier looked down at Jiao Tao, who was curled up on the ground, his tone carrying a clear hint of disdain, as if he hadn't quite gotten his fill of fun yet:
Why don't you bet that my gun is unloaded?

He raised his hand and fired another shot, hitting Jiao Tao in the arm, splattering blood everywhere. "Now? Do I dare to fire?"

Jiao Tao screamed in agony, and before he could recover, the third shot rang out, and his other leg was pierced by a bullet.

"What about this time?"

Bang! Another shot hit his other arm, leaving Jiao Tao severely wounded in all four limbs.

Jiao Tao's henchmen only realized what was happening at this moment and rushed over.

Hua Shier, who was holding Shen Jiawen's arm, pulled out a pistol from somewhere, pointing the left pistol at his underlings and the right pistol at the gang leaders present.

"Don't move! Anyone who moves will be killed!"
Fu Guosheng's face was now ashen. He looked at Jiao Tao, who was lying on the ground bleeding from all four limbs, at Hua Shier's arm around his wife, and at the gang leaders in the private room who dared not breathe. Finally, he spoke in a deep voice:
"Tianlong, what exactly do you want?"

Hua Shier didn't answer, but smiled and said to Shen Jiawen, "Darling, it's up to you now!"

Shen Jiawen raised her head, her smile spreading across her face, her eyes brimming with undisguised pride.

She ignored Fu Guosheng and instead addressed the other leaders present:

"The rich man means that from now on, Yu Tianlong and I will take Old Fu's positions. As for the goods—"

She smiled slightly, her voice carrying an indescribable confidence:
"We'll keep the supply open as long as you can eat it all."

Hua Shier chuckled and brandished two guns, the muzzles occasionally sweeping across the crowd:

"Let's vote now. Who's in favor? Who's against?"

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