Hidden Assassin 276

“To the Kawasaki Consortium, the Japanese Foreign Ministry’s inquiry, Lu Songwei suddenly felt a bit short, that Japanese girl named Yue Chi Xun…is she related to the Kawasaki Consortium?”

Jiang Fugui nodded: “I heard she’s the fiancée of the Kawasaki Consortium’s second-in-line heir. Her husband is called…oh, Tian Yu Zhengze, the Japanese name is so strange…I heard he’s a double doctorate in genetics and bioengineering, with a certain influence in the international academic community. Old Lu, this matter is really troublesome. Look outside, Liu Zheng’s case is nothing compared to this. If it were normal times, these little bastards would dare to surround the police station, I would have arrested them long ago!”

On one hand, there’s the Thai connection, the Vietnamese general, and on the other hand, the island nation of Japan. However, it has to be admitted that if both sides are fighting over the same thing, under the current circumstances, China would indeed give more consideration to economically powerful Japan. Plus, the Lu family’s strength pales in comparison to the Kawasaki Consortium. Lu Songwei stammered for a moment, unable to speak. Across from him, Jiang Fugui lit a cigarette.

“And this matter isn’t entirely in my hands. You saw those people outside earlier. To be honest, they are all agents from the State Security Bureau. Normally, agents wouldn’t be involved in this kind of thing, but Fang Zitian, Chief Fang, is coming to Jiang Hai soon. They arrived ahead of time.” Although Fang Zitian is known to the outside world as a successful businessman, seemingly distant from politics, and his shadow is absent from almost all visible political decisions, in reality, he directly or indirectly controls a large part of the country’s military industry enterprises. He holds the rank of a Major General and is a legendary figure, a half-businessman, half-military man. Lu Songwei naturally knew this inside information, and when it was mentioned, the three people in the room were filled with a sense of awe.

“It’s thanks to them. If a fight really broke out and someone got hurt, the Foreign Ministry would be relentless in their complaints, and it would be another international scandal…Currently, Captain Cui Guohua is handling the matter. Their goal is definitely not to escalate the situation. They aren’t releasing people now because it’s Captain Cui’s decision. While I don’t know the purpose of keeping both parties here, it’s better for you to apologize and get a feel for the situation. Just do as Captain Cui says, it can only benefit you. I’ll put in a good word for you as well.”

Jiang Bureau said it was about getting a feel for the situation, but it was actually asking for them to apologize and admit their mistake. Lu Songwei understood. He had some influence in Jiang Hai City, but unlike the Huang family, who had a relative who was once a provincial party secretary, or the Dongfang family, with many upper-level connections. He felt a bit frightened now, thinking about it. The Thai Muay Thai master was nothing to worry about, but a Japanese tycoon and a Vietnamese general known for drug trafficking and various illegal businesses—offending either one wouldn’t be good. He thanked Jiang Fugui and went out to find those agents from the State Security Bureau.

He went downstairs and saw those State Security agents, led by Captain Cui Guohua, who Jiang Bureau had pointed out, sitting in a large conference room on the side of the lobby, chatting and laughing. They called themselves State Security, but the youngest one, a girl, looked no older than twenty. Another woman wearing a suit immediately caught his attention.

He recognized this woman. Her name was Chen Yali, about thirty years old. She had recently become the assistant to the mayor of Jiang Hai City. She was just an assistant in name, but she had a lot of real power. Many things had to go through her before they could proceed. Many people were jealous of her position and speculated that she must have a strong connection at the top. Many people tried the old tricks of sending gifts and back doors to get her to help them, but she only accepted a small portion. If there were any real problems, she would basically stop them. This aloofness might be related to her being a new official, but in any case, she had become one of the most influential figures in Jiang Hai City during this time.

Now, her connections at the top were revealed. Wearing a women’s professional suit, she was sitting among a group of agents. She had an average appearance but a friendly demeanor. She was smiling brightly, and next to her, a middle-aged man was affectionately putting his arm around her shoulders. It wasn’t until the wedding news of Assistant to the Mayor Chen Yali came out that Lu Songwei knew this man’s name was Qiao Guorui.

When people are sharing benefits and asking for favors, they can chat endlessly about anything, but if you have to admit defeat and apologize, it’s best to be direct. Lu Songwei had been able to reach his current position because he believed in admitting mistakes and accepting punishment. However, this acceptance of right and wrong didn’t come from morality, but rather because the other party was powerful and he was naturally wrong. He collected himself a little and walked towards the middle-aged man named Cui Guohua.

It seemed that both sides didn’t need any unnecessary delays. Upon seeing Lu Songwei approaching, Cui Guohua smiled and took him aside for a chat. However, they hadn’t spoken for long when the assembly bell rang from inside the police station, and police officers from all over the building came out, making a noisy and chaotic scene. Jiang Bureau, who was coming down from the stairwell, was also fully equipped.

“Go out and arrest those troublemakers!”

In China, there’s no good ending for gangsters who provoke the government. This time, they were going to deal with those troublemakers outside. Lu Songwei was naturally happy that the Shazhu Gang was going to be arrested, as their brainless behavior was partly aimed at his son. He turned to talk about this with Cui Guohua, but in their brief conversation, he vaguely sensed that those people might not be able to make the final decision. Cui Guohua offered some verbal comfort, assuring him not to worry, but didn’t explicitly indicate any intention to release them. He thought to himself, that’s probably how State Security agencies work—they mainly carry out orders. The person making the decisions behind them…is it Fang Zitian? But thinking about it, if it were someone at that level, they wouldn’t really be able to make things difficult for a few kids. Whether it was Vietnam or Japan, China wouldn’t have such a deliberate flattering attitude…

Thinking this, his mind was a little confused. At that moment, he saw the State Security member with bandaged hands enter from the doorway, and he whispered two sentences to Cui Guohua, vaguely saying that someone had arrived. Cui Guohua nodded: “Sorry, Mr. Lu, would you mind waiting here? I have something to deal with. I’ll come back to you later.”

It seemed like another big shot had arrived. After Cui Guohua left, Lu Songwei looked out the door. Dozens of police officers were going out from the lobby, looking crowded and chaotic. But some people were coming in. However, from Lu Songwei’s current perspective, he could only vaguely see a young man in student attire entering the lobby from the doorway, looking around in confusion: “I’m here to pick someone up. Who should I look for?” A moment later, he disappeared from his sight.

Lu Songwei watched for a long time, but the person he imagined having a certain status never appeared…

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“…After dinner, Xiao Lu called us to tell us about the Amule thing. We thought there might be trouble, so we came here for supper, but we actually ran into this…Hey, Jia Ming, I find it strange, why is your girlfriend named Ling Jing so mad at me? I was well-intentioned this afternoon…”

Walking in the corridor inside the police station, Cui Guohua asked about the afternoon’s incident with a smile. He seemed a little aggrieved. Carrying a plastic bag, Jia Ming, who looked completely innocent, followed him a few steps behind, looking around.

“How should I know? I only mentioned your name to her before. Obviously, civil servants have a bad reputation now, and she’s righteous, so it’s a virtue of sorts. Uncle Cui, can I take them away now?”

“Your people, you can take them whenever you want. As for the others, since nothing happened, we don’t think there’s any need to make things difficult for them. After all, they are your classmates. The identity of Amule is a bit more complicated. He came, and the higher-ups need to give him special treatment.”

These words were seemingly addressed to Jia Ming, but they were actually aimed at Jian Suyan, the violent girl. This doesn’t mean that Yan Huang Jue Xing was afraid of Jian Suyan. As a large organization, ultimately they didn’t need to fear individuals. However, firstly, the members of the anti-terrorism team who had interacted with this violent girl were somewhat impressed and respectful of her. Secondly, despite her bad temper, she had prevented the Xingmeng Hao terrorist incident and saved Fang Zitian and the others. Since they hadn’t reached the point of intolerance for Jian Suyan’s usual “violence,” they naturally had to make concessions as much as possible.

Jia Ming shrugged nonchalantly: “I have no opinion. But Suyan taught me that once you commit an act of murder, attempted or successful, it’s the same crime. You must take action to prevent it from happening again. Although she’s not in the country now, do you think she’ll be happy with this?”

“Hehe, of course, we understand Ms. Jian’s temper. But this time, even if Amule had taken action, he wouldn’t have targeted Ye Lingjing and Liu Huai’sha, those two girls. Besides, he was the only one who got beaten in this whole thing. See…”

As they were talking, they saw the Vietnamese boy sitting with his head down in the interrogation room next door, which had an open door. In front of him was a tall and strong Thai man, who looked to be in his twenties or thirties. This must be the Muay Thai master Siriwan. It has to be said that, compared to his student, the master looked much better. He had a fierce look about him, but he was also quite handsome and masculine. There was also a police officer silently standing next to him, watching. The situation had progressed to the point where the paperwork, such as statements, was already done. They were international friends with status, so they weren’t being watched closely. Even Cui Guohua and the others had basically decided to let them go, just waiting for Jia Ming to come over and say hello.

Seeing someone walking by outside, the Vietnamese boy who had been sitting listlessly raised his head. He obviously recognized Jia Ming.

“…This Amule has a bad temper, and he lives up to his father’s reputation as the Vietnamese General Ka Zong. Haha, when he saw the guns pointed at him, the first thing he thought about wasn’t surrendering, but resisting. You know, we have a guy named Xiao Wu who fought with your sister on the ship last time. He got his arms kicked off and hasn’t fully recovered. He was bandaged up, looking a bit weak, and he rushed forward to grab the gun. Xiao Wu gave him a powerful Iron Mountain Shoulder strike and sent him flying several meters. Uh…”

Cui Guohua chuckled as he recounted the situation, then looked at the interrogation room with Jia Ming. Amule was staring intently at Jia Ming, giving off an ominous feeling. Seeing this look, Cui Guohua frowned slightly.

The four of them exchanged glances across the room, and suddenly, Cui Guohua felt the air tighten. The Vietnamese boy’s eyes were full of malice.

“Bang!” The chair under the boy flew out.

This was just a formality, and since they were all minors, they wouldn’t be handcuffed. But in a split second, the iron chair slammed into the wall of the interrogation room. The police officer standing next to him didn’t even have time to react. The Vietnamese boy pounced like a cheetah, and Siriwan, the Muay Thai master, was also quick to react. He grabbed his student’s back, roaring Amule’s name. The entire room and corridor reverberated with the sound.

Siriwan probably didn’t expect his student to erupt with such a fierce and savage aura. His roar echoed through the corridor, but his hand was a step too slow. Amule rushed out of the room and threw a straight punch at Jia Ming. Cui Guohua was about to intervene, but Siriwan had already followed, blocking Cui Guohua behind him.

“Watch out!”

As Cui Guohua shouted, Jia Ming, carrying the bag with the Thousand-Layer Cake, hurriedly dodged backward, frantically retreating.

In an instant, two fierce straight punches were thrown like a gust of wind, followed by relentless, powerful low kicks, flying knee strikes, and elbow strikes. When he landed, his left leg whipped towards Jia Ming’s head like a steel whip.

It was clear that Siriwan had put a lot of effort into training his student. Although he hadn’t had a chance to make a move in the previous incident before he was sent flying by Xiao Wu, it might have been due to underestimating the opponent. Now, enraged, he unleashed a series of combination moves that seamlessly blended the essence of Muay Thai’s hard-hitting style. Cui Guohua was horrified. He could easily defeat this young boy, but if the opponent started with such fluid and powerful punches, he would have to avoid the edge for a while.

His momentum was awe-inspiring, and Jia Ming looked like he was dodging in a panic. He sidestepped, retreated, and ducked hurriedly. Every time, he barely avoided the fierce punches and kicks. Although Amule was also a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he had been rigorously trained and his punches were incredibly powerful. If an ordinary person were to take one, they would be lucky if they only suffered a broken bone, and a fatal blow was also possible. Cui Guohua was watching nervously as he dodged Amule’s relentless attacks. Jia Ming evaded the back kick that almost hit him in the forehead. With a bang, the window of a police officer’s office next door seemed to explode entirely. Glass shards flew everywhere, the iron window frame was kicked in, the edges were twisted, and several welded large screws popped out of the concrete wall.

Cui Guohua’s reflexes were such that he was ready to draw his gun in an instant, but he was standing next to a Muay Thai master. In places like Thailand and Vietnam, to reach such a position, Siriwan’s personal skills were no less than Cui Guohua’s. With a feigned push, he blocked Cui Guohua’s actions for a few seconds. He was also a desperate character. Now that he couldn’t stop his student, he apparently wanted his student to go through with the murder. After all, Amule’s father was a general, the Japanese girl had a background, but the others might not have much of a background. Even if they really killed someone or beat them to the point of disability, there would probably be a way out later.

The back kick hit the window, and in that instant, Jia Ming, carrying the Thousand-Layer Cake, had already turned and run away. Amule let out a loud shout, took two steps forward, and then jumped up, kicking off the wall next to him. In mid-air, he aimed a knee strike at Jia Ming’s cheek.

Jia Ming continued running, sensing the danger. His face turned around. On the other side, Cui Guohua, who had a fierce look in his eyes, finally drew his gun. His hand hadn’t raised yet when a clear and pleasant “slap” sound echoed through the corridor. The knee strike, which seemed fierce, still didn’t hit Jia Ming. Jia Ming turned around while dodging, and in the process, he gave Amule a resounding slap in the face.

It has to be said that this slap was beyond everyone’s expectations. Siriwan secretly grabbed Cui Guohua’s wrist to prevent him from raising his gun. In their view, Jia Ming had retreated a few more steps, looking like he was in pain as he shook the right hand he had just used to slap the other person. Amule, who had taken a slap, was now standing there, posing in a Muay Thai stance. He took two steps forward and stopped, his head tilted slightly. Then he shook his head in confusion, giving the impression that he hadn’t been slapped, but rather hit with a discus…

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