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Chapter 530: A mad dog is one who is beaten to death

You have to pay to get things done; that's the rule in the underworld.

But often the less people care about rules, the more they want others to follow them.

Wang Yunxiao walked into the office holding a gun and saw a hint of confusion on the face of the middle-aged man in a suit in front of him.

Shen Zhidong, nicknamed Shen Bancheng.

A successful and conscientious entrepreneur, philanthropist, and well-known social figure.

How innocent is this man? It is no exaggeration to say that all his money came from the wind.

When Tianmen was being developed on a large scale, Shen Zhidong seized the opportunity and bought a large amount of wasteland in the coastal area with only a tiny amount of money.

Then they spent a tiny amount of money to build houses on the land, and they made a lot of money by selling each house they built.

As for whether there were any violations of laws and disciplines in the process, you can't find out about it on the market. At least I haven't heard of anyone suing the Shen family and winning the case in the end.

So Shen Zhidong was very confused. He didn't quite understand why such a small police officer... well, even if he was a police officer from the secret service department, he was still an ant with a monthly salary of 20 yuan. Why, on what basis did he dare to come in front of him and speak nonsense?
I am not afraid of my own shadow if I am upright. Have you ever thought about your own ending when you treat me like this?
"Boss Shen, right?"

Wang Yunxiao's eyes swept across the two people in the office and instantly determined who was the master here.

"Stand up, I want to ask you two questions."

Shen Zhidong took a puff of his cigar, slowly exhaled the smoke, squinted at Wang Yunxiao and said in a deep voice: "Before my lawyer arrives, I have nothing to say to you."

"So you're being shameless?"

Wang Yunxiao leaned over and grabbed the bottom of the sofa, and with a little force he lifted the entire sofa up. Shen Zhidong was caught off guard and fell on his butt in a mess.

Clang, snap——!
Wang Yunxiao casually threw the high-end, luxurious and classy leather sofa out of the window, and it fell to the ground with a loud bang two seconds later.

Shen Zhidong sat on the ground, watching all this in amazement.

This guy is a psychopath!

Can a person be as sensible as a madman?

So when Wang Yunxiao asked again with a smile: "Are you Boss Shen?" he nodded happily.

The ancients said that he who knows the times is a hero.

"I'm Shen Zhidong, what do you want from me?"

"Actually, I'm not here to see you."

Wang Yunxiao took out a piece of paper from his pocket and put it in front of Shen Zhidong: "Are you familiar with this phone number?"

Are you sick!

He came to my door with great fanfare and asked me if I knew this phone number?

Who am I? Do you know how many calls I receive in a day?
Shen Zhidong cursed in his heart.

But on the surface he remained calm, squinting his eyes and watching intently.

That’s right, although Shen Bancheng is very busy, he is indeed familiar with this phone number.

This is a call from his daughter Shen Qingxi.

"I know you. Are you looking for Qingxi?"

“Where is this phone installed?”

Shen Zhidong was a little overwhelmed. Every question Wang Yunxiao asked was beyond his expectations.

You're not looking for someone, you're looking for a phone number?

You must be sick! What's wrong with you?

In the few seconds he hesitated, Wang Yunxiao raised his gun: "Don't waste time, I'll count to three."

Mad dog!

Shen Zhidong raised his hand and said, "I want to make a phone call and ask."

"Okay, call now."

Shen Zhidong looked at the gun in front of him, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to pick up the receiver.

"It's me. Please check where the third brother lives now and whether the phone number he left is xxx..."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Xiangdong took a pen and paper from the table, wrote down a line of address, and handed it to Wang Yunxiao: "Is this ok?"

"Very good. Boss Shen was able to build such a big business from scratch. He is really smart." Wang Yunxiao took a look at the address above, folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

At this time, a bald blond man wearing gold-rimmed glasses squeezed in from outside the door, coughed and said, "Hello, I am Mr. Shen's specially appointed lawyer, please let me see your ID..."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Yunxiao threw an elbow at him.

The elbow brushed the bald man's nose and landed on the wall next to him.

There was a loud bang, and a big hole was smashed in the wall.

Shen Zhidong and the lawyer who had just come in both changed their expressions drastically.

"Wait a moment!"

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Yunxiao raised his hand and pushed, and the whole wall collapsed.

This is the compartment in Shen Zhidong’s office. There is no obvious entrance or exit, and it looks like a secret room.

The secret room was empty, except for a hideous-looking statue of a Western devil placed in the middle.

"What an unexpected surprise."

Wang Yunxiao searched the Shen Garden carefully but couldn't find any obvious evidence. Unexpectedly, he found this thing when he casually flipped through a notebook at the gate of Shen Zhidong's company.

Do you think that no one dares to check on you, so you are so confident and bold to place this kind of thing as close to you as possible?
Notebooks have their flaws, and now Wang Yunxiao has almost mastered the rules of its use.

To sum it up in one sentence, the hardware configuration is not enough to run 3A masterpieces, but it is more than enough for playing Solitaire, Minesweeper, Warcraft, Red Alert, etc.

When Wang Yunxiao looked directly at the King of Tindalos, his mind passively absorbed countless relevant knowledge, but not a single one of it appeared on his notebook.

But when it comes to detecting the statue of the demon Solomon, every check is accurate.

After all, this thing is just a magic phone, not the devil himself.

Wang Yunxiao had no intention of revealing the secret at first; he had his own pace in doing things.

After getting Shen Qingxi's address, he was ready to leave, but Shen Zhidong called a lawyer again.

"Explain yourself, Boss Shen. Don't say you know nothing about something that's right under your nose."

Shen Zhidong subconsciously looked at the lawyer, who quickly said, "Of course we will have a reasonable explanation for this matter, but before that, we must first clarify one thing, that is, whether your behavior is..."

"You can explain, right? Come on, come back with me and explain."

Wang Yunxiao put his arm around the lawyer's shoulders, turned to Shen Zhidong and said with a smile, "Boss Shen, you don't mind if I borrow your lawyer for a while?"

"Wait, you can't..."

"Shut up!"

Wang Yunxiao slapped the lawyer in the face, interrupting his words.

Shen Zhidong snorted coldly: "I will call your director and have a good talk with him about what happened today."

Wang Yunxiao smiled and said, “It’s okay, you can fight now, don’t worry about my feelings.”

Shen Zhidong silently watched Wang Yunxiao leave with his lawyer, then turned to look at Yang Mocheng, who was sitting next to him drinking tea and pretending he didn't exist.

"What is this? Are you releasing a mad dog to bite people? This is too despicable!"

"So that's what you thought?"

Yang Mocheng shook his head and whispered, "Call your father. I'm afraid you can't handle the current situation with your ability."

Shen Zhidong sneered, "He's just a small police officer. If he wasn't being instigated by someone behind the scenes, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant even if he had a hundred guts!"

Yang Mocheng smiled and said, "Do you know how others evaluated the President when she first arrived at Tianmen?"

"How do you evaluate her? A promising young woman? A heroine?"

"A mad dog."

Shen Zhidong was stunned.

"The people who commented on her like that back then now have grass three meters high on their graves."

"A mad dog is one that bites people and then gets beaten to death. A mad dog is one that bites everyone to death, leaving a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood under its feet. It is called a unicorn."

(End of this chapter)