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"What? Old Zhang, what do you mean by this?"

Intrigued by Zhang Shoushan's mysterious words, Zheng Tian asked, "What's going on?"

Zhang Shoushan exhaled and slowly said:

"Do you remember that criminal gang we spent several years taking down a while ago?"

"Of course I remember, didn't our two locations just recently join forces to make the arrest?"

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly, Zheng Tian's mind flashed to Su Yu's Land Rover Range Rover with license plate number Su A66666.

"I understand. You mean their parents are actually key members of this criminal gang?"

"No."

"Actually, the boss of this criminal gang was a younger brother of Wang Xiaolong and Wang Xiaohu's fathers."

Zheng Tian was stunned, his eyes filled with confusion and astonishment.

No, what did he hear?

The gangster who dared to run an underground arms factory and sell them to the Middle East was a younger brother of Wang Xiaolong and Wang Xiaohu's father.

Did he hear that right?

hiss~~~

After a long silence, Zheng Tian took a deep breath and slowly said:

"I'm going to Jiangcheng City now. This time, I'll do everything I can to protect the murderer, so that he can have his last breath before the armed police take him to be shot at."

........................

Half a day later, at an airport in Jiangcheng City.

A middle-aged man, sturdy and unremarkable, emerged from the crowd.

The middle-aged man strode out of the airport, glanced around warily, and then quickened his pace.

After navigating several bends, the middle-aged man arrived at a secluded dead-end alley.

Inside the alley, there was a strange bread cart parked, and after realizing that nothing was amiss...

The middle-aged man opened the car door and urged:

"drive."

"Yes, Brother Qiang."

The van slowly started moving, and the middle-aged man ripped off his wig and threw it on the seat, revealing his completely bald head.

This middle-aged man is Bald Qiang, whom Zhao Xueliang sent to take revenge on Su Yu, Wang Xiaohu, and Wang Xiaolong.

Bald Qiang is ruthless and leaves no room for mercy. The nickname "Murderer Qiang" was given to him by others.

"You know why Brother Liang called us here, right?"

"I know, I know."

The people inside the bread truck nodded repeatedly.

They were all debt collectors under Zhao Xueliang, and they happened to be near Jiangcheng City, so Zhao Xueliang summoned them to cooperate with Bald Qiang's operation.

"Then I won't waste any more words."

Bald Qiang casually glanced at the few henchmen in the bread truck, his eyes devoid of any warmth, filled with undisguised ruthlessness and ferocity.

His gaze was sharp and cold, making people afraid to meet his eyes.

"There are three people in total this time, but two of them are twins, so they only need to go to two places."

"I'll go to Jiangcheng Tiandi to find Su Yu's family. You guys go to Yutianlongfu to find Wang Xiaolong and Wang Xiaohu's family."

As he spoke, he tapped his knees rhythmically with his fingers, the movements slow yet carrying a strong sense of pressure.

"All you need to do is beat him up, put him in a sack, and take him to the location I tell you."

"Leave the rest to me."

"But if you can't even catch a few people, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

As he finished speaking, Bald Qiang gave a sinister smirk.

He became increasingly fierce and terrifying, and the air pressure around him instantly dropped to freezing point.

Inside the cramped, enclosed bread cart, the air seemed to freeze, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts, so stifling that it was hard to breathe.

Everyone's face was extremely tense, their brows and eyes filled with fear and apprehension, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped out from their backs without them realizing it.

They all lowered their heads, none daring to look directly into Bald Qiang's menacing eyes.

Everyone knew how ruthless the bald man in front of them was.

"Okay, Brother Qiang, we will definitely do as you say."

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you in the south of the city."

The bread truck stopped, and Bald Qiang and the violent debt collectors on the bread truck, dressed as Louis XVI, split up to carry out their missions.

Imperial Dragon Palace.

The evening breeze was cool in the neighborhood, and the streetlights were just turning on, casting a warm yellow glow, creating a peaceful and idyllic scene.

next second.

Seven or eight burly men walked into the community gate together, exuding the aura of scoundrels and hooligans who frequented the streets and were known for causing trouble.

The eight men were of varying heights, but all were dressed in black, and all looked fierce and menacing. The two men at the front were the leaders, both of them being over 1.8 meters tall and burly.

"Huh? Big brother, this isn't right!"

"Why don't the people in this neighborhood seem scared of us at all? And those little kids who're peeing and covered in mud are even making faces at us!"

"Can't you tell we're gangsters?!"

A short man complained angrily.

It's bad enough that he was bullied by Bald Qiang on the bread truck, but now even a few kids who haven't even grown their hair yet look down on him.

Is there no justice left in this world?!

"Alright, Fifth Brother, let's not cause any more trouble. Let's hurry up and finish what Brother Qiang asked us to do."

"Otherwise, we'll all be in deep trouble."

As they talked, the group arrived at the building where Wang Xiaolong's third uncle lived.

"401, Wang San, start hitting him as soon as he walks in!"

"Um!"

The group nodded emphatically, then tiptoed upstairs.

Inside room 401.

Four middle-aged men, shirtless, were playing mahjong while puffing out smoke, the smoke billowing up in layers.

Wang Xiaolong and Wang Xiaohu's third uncle, Wang San, casually mentioned after casting a winning hand:

"Little Six got into trouble with the cops a few days ago. I heard it was a special forces sniper who shot him in the head?"

Upon hearing this, one of the men, an extremely burly middle-aged man whose arms were almost as thick as a woman's thigh, sneered:

"I told them long ago that the situation changed in 18. Behave yourselves, behave yourselves, but they just wouldn't listen."

"Can't they just run a proper, honest business? They're still reselling this stuff; if they don't get shut down, who will?"

The burly man was Li Hongbing, the third uncle of Wang Xiaolong and Wang Xiaohu.

Today, the four brothers happened to gather at Wang San's house to catch up.

Just as the four were chatting and laughing, Wang San's expression suddenly changed drastically:

"Someone's coming!"

"What?"

The expressions of Li Hongbing and the other two instantly turned serious.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the hard, straight, long, hard object at his waist.