Police Chief's Anti-Organized Crime Storm

The car sped along the street, nearly crashing into the guardrail several times due to its speed. Ding San's face turned pale, and he was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

"Calm down, what's the panic?" Zhao Jiu's face was grim, but he remained remarkably calm. His mind, however, was in turmoil. It seemed his guess was correct: Wang Dalong wasn't planning to let him leave this time, and the appearance of Wang Dahu and the two Burmese men was a prelude to killing him.

The thought of this possibility made Zhao Jiu tremble slightly, and an unnamed rage rose in his chest. Wang Dalong wanted to kill him? Brother Long wanted to kill him? He had followed him for over ten years, serving him faithfully and doing countless things that had cost him his life. Damn it, in the end, he actually wanted to kill him?!

Since Wang Dalong is unrighteous, then don't blame Zhao Jiu for being unjust.

A crazed glint appeared on Zhao Jiu's face. This time, he would show no mercy and would not consider past relationships. Wang Dalong, just wait and see who has the last laugh.

A chilling, predatory glint flashed in Zhao Jiu's eyes.

Just then, several white vans sped up behind them, threatening to catch up. Ding San, terrified, cried out in a trembling voice, "Ninth Master, what do we do now? Which way do we go?"

"Go to Jianhe Road, there are fewer cars there, hurry, rush out!" After passing Jianhe Road, there are several forks in the road. He wants to make Wang Dahu run around in circles and see who is the real local tyrant in Gaoshan County. Damn it, Wang Dalong, Wang Dahu, just you wait!

Zhao Jiu was so angry he was almost burning up, and he was quickly thinking of a solution.

Sure enough, after Ding San bypassed several intersections, the bread carts behind him were quickly left behind due to the increased number of intersections.

"Ninth Master, where are we going now?" Ding San asked again, his body still trembling.

"Drive forward, faster." Zhao Jiu didn't mention the destination, only demanding that Ding San speed up. The latter's face turned even paler, his heart leaping into his throat. He could tell that Master Jiu was avoiding Wang Dahu; he might have fallen out with Brother Long. The thought of this possibility made Ding San sweat even more.

"What, scared?" Zhao Jiu glanced at Ding San, a contemptuous smirk creeping across his face.

Ding San quickly shook his head and wiped the sweat from his brow: "No, no, Ninth Master, you took me in, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you."

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Just focus on driving and go faster." There were hardly any cars on the road, and the black sedan sped off like an arrow.

At another intersection, Wang Dahu roared in frustration, "Damn it, speed up! Do you even know how to drive? Go faster! You bunch of useless idiots, if you can't drive, then get the hell out of here!"

"Brother Tiger, there are several forks in the road ahead. Which way should we chase after him?" The driver was sweating profusely. Wang Dahu had a bad temper, and if something else happened, he would probably beat someone up again.

"Damn it, three cars, three routes. Tell them to split up and chase after him. I don't believe Zhao Jiu can fly out of the mountains. As long as he's still in the mountains, he can forget about escaping my, Wang Dahu's, grasp."

"Call Ah Biao and tell him to take control of Zhao Jiu's woman, Ah Lian."

The call connected quickly, but when Ah Biao's message arrived, Wang Dahu was so angry he wanted to curse: "Damn it, that old bastard Zhao Jiu, so he had been plotting against us all along." Ah Lian had long since disappeared, and the house had been cleaned up spotlessly. She was gone, and no one knew where she had gone. If it wasn't arranged by Zhao Jiu, Wang Dahu would never believe it, even if he were beaten to death.

It seems he was prepared.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Dalong was immediately overwhelmed. It seemed he had trusted Zhao Jiu too much, to the point that he had been tricked without even realizing it. A strong killing intent surged in Wang Dalong's eyes.

"Ah Hu, come back first. We'll think of something else. This isn't going to work. Come back first." Wang Dalong knew that Zhao Jiu wanted to escape, and it wouldn't be easy to catch him again.

"Brother, I'll split my forces into three groups. We're sure we can catch him. Once he escapes, it won't be easy for us to find him again." Wang Dahu wanted nothing more than to tear that cunning Zhao Jiu to pieces. He even suspected that the evidence Wang Gui took away might have been deliberately given to him by Zhao Jiu.

Now that Zhao Jiu is right in front of him, how could he possibly give up?!

"I told you to come back, so come back! Stop talking nonsense, you hear me? Get the hell back here!"

Wang Dahu was a little dazed. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but when he thought of how terrifying his older brother was, he nodded, waved his hand, and the car turned around and sped towards Tianlong Group.

On the winding mountain road, the black sedan was still speeding along. Ding San glanced around and saw that there were hardly any cars behind him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked again, "Ninth Master, where are we going now?"

Ding San had asked for the third time, but Zhao Jiu still didn't answer. His expression became very serious. Wang Dahu hadn't come after them. Oh no!

Wang Dahu was all brawn and no brains. He thought that as long as Wang Dahu kept pursuing him, he would definitely catch him—that was Wang Dahu's idea, not Zhao Jiu's. So, he planned to lure Wang Dahu into a trap, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't follow. It seemed Wang Dalong had discovered something.

Next, he will likely ask Liu Yixiong for help. The police will set up checkpoints to stop him, which will be troublesome. He is not afraid of Wang Dahu or the group. At least, apart from Wang Dalong, no one dares to make a move directly. Even if Wang Dahu comes, he is not afraid. However, the police are different. They are soldiers, and he is a bandit. The despicable things he did in his early years are enough to warrant being shot eight hundred times over.

Sure enough, at Tianlong Mansion, Wang Dalong dialed Liu Yixiong's number. Upon hearing that Zhao Jiu had run away, Liu Yixiong couldn't sit still any longer: "What? Zhao Jiu ran away?"

His head was buzzing. Zhao Jiu was the financial director of Tianlong Group, the number three person in Tianlong Group, and Wang Dalong's confidant. Had he just run away?

Liu Yixiong felt no schadenfreude whatsoever. He knew very well Zhao Jiu's position in the Tianlong Group; he knew far too much. If something happened to him, or if he fell into the hands of the police, then the Tianlong Group would truly be finished. They all had a stake in the Tianlong Group.

What the hell is Wang Dalong up to?

"Director Liu, I hope you can help me. Zhao Jiu took confidential documents from the company, which involves theft. I am now formally reporting the case and requesting the police's assistance."

Liu Yixiong felt an urge to curse. Wang Dalong was trying to drag him into this mess. Zhao Jiu was no easy opponent; that guy was incredibly cunning. However, if Tianlong Group got into trouble, none of them would escape. If they didn't help, even Brother Ma probably wouldn't let him off the hook. So, he had no choice.

"Tell me, how can I help?"