Official Career Storm Chapter 670

Chief!

Upon hearing Feng Rui’s address on the phone, the scene fell silent again.

However, having already seen Song Guanchao putting on airs earlier.

At this mont, hearing Feng Rui’s address, no one felt that there was a real chief on the other end of the line.

They all just thought he was also putting on airs.

The crowd couldn’t help but laugh.

This outsider is unusual, and so are his friends.

Change the person, and they might really have been fooled.

Unfortunately, their play was a flop.

At this point, after saying a few words on the phone, Feng Rui handed the mobile phone to Song Guanchao: "The Chief wants to talk to you."

Song Guanchao took the phone.

Luo Ke Gong’s voice sounded: "Did Xiao Feng miss anything?"

"No."

"Alright, I understand, I’m coming to pick you up."

He trusted Song Guanchao’s character. Since he said nothing was missed, then that was the process of events.

Song Guanchao returned the phone.

Feng Rui took it, hearing the Chief say: "Protect him well, if necessary, use the gun!"

"Understood!"

Feng Rui put down the phone and stood aside like a stone sculpture, motionless.

Li He looked at Song Guanchao, then at his brother-in-law: "Brother-in-law..."

Jiang Wangshan said loudly: "Do I need to teach you how to slap?"

With his brother-in-law backing him up, Li He didn’t think twice and raised his hand to strike.

"Slap!"

Before the slap landed, his wrist was already caught by Feng Rui.

Li He felt as if he was caught in an iron grip, causing pain.

Jiang Wangshan squinted: "Let go of the hand."

Feng Rui gave a slight push, and Li He stumbled back.

Li He was furious: "Brother-in-law..."

Jiang Wangshan fixed his gaze on Song Guanchao’s face and said: "Will you offer your face by yourself, or should I have your companions held down and take you to the ground to be slapped slowly?"

His calm tone was full of undeniable confidence.

Making no one doubt that he could actually do it.

Song Guanchao smiled slightly, leisurely taking out a cigarette, lit it, crossed his legs, and said: "You can try."

It had been a long ti since Jiang Wangshan had been provoked like this.

"I’ll give you a suggestion: sit down, don’t move, let Li He hit you and vent his anger. If you don’t cooperate, well, I think you won’t want to find out the consequence of not cooperating."

After saying that, Jiang Wangshan said: "Li He."

"Brother-in-law."

"Slap the left cheek first, then the right cheek, rember it?"

"Got it!"

Li He’s heart surged.

He had always admired this brother-in-law, and now, admired him even more.

So calmly, able to laugh and talk without allowing any impudence.

In comparison, his thods seed like childish fighting.

From his brother-in-law, he saw the deanor of a hero!

He hoped that he could be like this one day.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves, looked at Feng Rui, then at Song Guanchao.

His brother-in-law’s words were clear enough.

He believed these two wouldn’t dare to make a move anymore but would sit quietly and let him vent his anger and beat them well!

He raised his hand to strike down!

"Slap!"

A very slight sound.

But, it wasn’t the sound of Li He’s palm landing.

His hand was still in mid-air.

This sound.

Was the sound made when Feng Rui drew his gun with lightning speed and had the gun against Li He’s forehead, the friction of the gun muzzle touching the skin.

The scene was dead silent.

A gun!

This man actually had a gun!

Feng Rui’s figure, as solid as a tower, exerted great pressure on Li He.

But, even greater pressure.

Ca from the gun in his hand!

Feng Rui’s gaze remained constantly indifferent, and his tone was eternally cold: "Before the Chief arrives, whoever makes a move, I’ll shoot them!"

After saying that, he raised his thumb and released the safety on the gun.

His forefinger hooked onto the trigger.

The tal body of the gun shimred with a distinctive sheen.

Feng Rui’s restrained deanor made everyone feel a sense of iron-blooded threat.

Jiang Wangshan’s pupils contracted.

A gun!

As a Deputy Director at the Police Departnt, he was not unfamiliar with guns.

At a glance, it was confird that this was a real gun!

Moreover, it was very well maintained.

Additionally, the model of this handgun was not the type typically issued to police but rather a model only equipped by the military.

He deeply frowned.

He suddenly realized that he had guessed wrong!

That phone call just now was probably indeed from so chief!

Which chief could it be?

It must be known that the term ’chief’ is broad and not exclusive to one person.

Ordinary soldiers would also refer to leaders two ranks above them as ’chief.’

In political circles, so leaders are also addressed as ’chief’ by their secretaries.

This title can vary greatly in status.

The lowliest could be just a little battalion leader.

The highest could be the head of a military district.

As for carrying guns...

The range is even wider.

SWAT mbers carry guns, ard police also carry guns, even regular police officers carry guns.

Judging from the model of the opponent’s gun, the opponent should’ve been from the military.

Inviting Song Guanchao was likely a division leader from so Military District.

He surmised that the other party’s status should be at the level of a regint commander, not too high.

Otherwise, they should have asked to be connected to him on the phone just now to negotiate.

Rapidly analyzing in his mind, Jiang Wangshan let out a cold laugh, and pulled the already frightened and stiff Li He aside.

Then, walked up to Feng Rui, reached out his finger, and pushed the gun barrel away: "Drawing a gun in front of , you have quite the guts!"

Feng Rui said coldly: "Back off!"

Jiang Wangshan didn’t respond, but pulled out his waist-mounted gun, chambered a round in front of him, and pointed the gun at Song Guanchao.

All the guests around felt their hearts were about to jump out of their chests.

They initially thought Song Guanchao was just bluffing, but it seed otherwise.

The situation beca dramatic.

But upon seeing Jiang Wangshan also draw a gun, they suddenly realized that the chief Feng Rui ntioned, probably wasn’t a real chief.

If that weren’t the case, Jiang Wangshan wouldn’t have such an attitude.

Feng Rui said coldly: "Put down the gun."

Jiang Wangshan said: "You can shoot."

Feng Rui’s perpetually unchanged face now slowly showed a hint of killing intent, and his finger resting on the trigger slightly tightened as if to pull it.

Jiang Wangshan noticed this, his brow furrowed, inwardly cursing, where did this big-headed soldier co from?

He was just trying to intimidate his opponent.

But this big guy seed to completely not hear it.

And, he seed to really be about to shoot.

This is really...

Jiang Wangshan suddenly found himself in a difficult situation.

He had been in the military, knowing so soldiers are just single-minded madn.

They only listen to their superior’s orders, not caring about your social position.

If ordered, they would shoot regardless if you were the top leader.

"Put down the gun." Song Guanchao spoke up.

Feng Rui frowned: "The Chief told to protect your safety."

Song Guanchao smiled and said: "Did the Chief tell you, that those who could harm haven’t been born yet?"

What arrogance!

Such an almost juvenile statent almost made everyone burst into laughter.

Feng Rui seriously thought for two seconds, and said: "The Chief ntioned soone, a very capable person, is that you?"

"If he’s talking about soone who’s helped him solve many issues, then it should be ."

Feng Rui nodded, putting the gun away.

Song Guanchao turned his head, looking at Jiang Wangshan.

He leaned his head forward, facing the gun barrel, and with a gentle smile said: "Shoot."