Hallucination?
But.
A few seconds later.
The icy handcuffs on Valen’s wrists told him.
---This is real!
Apart from him.
His subordinates behind him received the sa treatnt, and at this mont, they all wore dumbstruck expressions, utterly confused. They had only extorted a small Chinese business owner—how had everything capsized?
This must be so kind of joke!
They were just looking for so fun.
Could it possibly turn from joy to sorrow?
Valen snapped back to reality.
"It’s impossible! You’re impostors, pretending to be them—that’s a serious cri. Mr. Ma, hiring these people to act is complicity; you’ll rot in jail!" he bellowed.
Unable to accept it.
Struggling to break free.
What greeted him was a punch.
"Argh~~"
Valen bent over.
For the first ti.
He detested ’violence’ this much. Before, he was always the one hitting others, but now being on the receiving end, he wished soone would step in and uphold justice, to clear his na and grievance. Unfortunately, it was just a wish.
The Special Investigation Departnt.
Had no requirent to enforce the law civilly.
Legal procedure was all that mattered.
"Please cooperate with our investigation, or we’ll have to take ergency action!" The black man snorted coldly, for this kind of person, a beating is just a beating; he had the backing of the Presidential Palace, the rights granted by the law.
This guy.
Was just unlucky.
During these special tis, he stumbled directly into the line of fire. Last night, quite late, they received a call from Waite, who said the matter needed to be taken seriously and set as an example.
Which ans.
To make an example as harshly as possible.
The reason being Wan Qing Mining had filed a complaint with the Congo Gold Ministry of Comrce, stating that Valen had publicly demanded property and even extorted relatives of the company’s employees. The company asked the Ministry of Comrce: Does this an Congo Gold does not welco Wan Qing Mining?
This question.
Provoked many people.
Anyone with clear sight knew the pretext was flimsy, as such occurrences were normal, not exceptions. But being formally raised by Wan Qing Mining ant they were targeting soone.
Regarding this.
Waite was not angry.
Instead, he was pleased because Kan Qin was still in Kinshasa. What could best demonstrate his resolve to reform and to develop? Of course, it was to make a stand by actual actions on certain issues.
To show the welcoming of foreign rchants.
Valen.
Beca that ’gun’ without reluctance.
Thus.
This scene unfolded.
"Take him away."
Afterwards.
Outside the door.
So investigators in suits appeared.
They pushed Valen into a vehicle.
Then.
The black man turned to Ma Peng and said, "Mr. Ma, thank you for your cooperation. Please believe that we are capable and determined to create a business environnt where everyone feels secure."
"Thank you, thank you!"
Ma Peng kept thanking him.
Watching the black man leave, Ma Peng still found it unbelievable. He was just a small-ti businessman, and yet he had alard such a departnt. And all of this, certainly had sothing to do with He Liang from last night.
Imdiately.
Ma Peng contacted Chu Sheng.
"Brother Ma, how did it go?" Chu Sheng asked anxiously.
"You know?"
"I don’t, that’s why I’m asking you!" Chu Sheng said.
This matter.
He Liang had kept it to himself until now.
So.
Ma Peng recounted this morning’s events, "This morning as soon as I opened the door, a few black n ca in, saying they were from so presidential investigation departnt, asking about last night’s..."
After listening.
Chu Sheng was also full of confusion.
When did.
Their team leader have such connections?
"..."
After listening,
"Brother Ma, I don’t quite understand this matter either, but for now, it’s best not to publicize it. You know enough, so as to avoid any unexpected developnts." Chu Sheng gave a reminder, as the matter was still shrouded in mist.
"Of course, thank my captain for ."
"Definitely."
The call ended.
Chu Sheng hurried to He Liang’s office.
"Knock knock knock."
"Co in."
He pushed the door open.
He Liang was looking at so docunts. Seeing Chu Sheng, he smiled slightly, "What is it?"
"About last night," Chu Sheng hesitated.
"This matter involves so secrets, and I can’t really talk about it. You just need to know that it has been settled, and tell Boss Ma not to worry." He Liang’s face was calm, but his heart was not.
The developnt of events.
Was completely beyond his expectations.
Last night.
He first reported to his superiors.
He hadn’t acted unilaterally, as many of his resources were the company’s resources. Therefore, he needed to communicate upward, because he knew none of his superiors were heartless.
From Gao Ming, the general manager of Zhongyu Special Guard.
To their subordinates.
Even in finance, all had been soldiers. Everyone had their own persistence in their hearts. When seeing Chinese people being bullied abroad, even if they could not ddle in everything, when encountered, they wouldn’t turn a blind eye.
That was the case indeed.
When his superiors heard it.
They were very supportive.
However, after waiting for about ten minutes, his superiors said the matter had caught the attention of Director Tang Qing, and they didn’t need to intervene. Just like that, He Liang didn’t sleep all night.
He had no idea what Tang Qing would do.
When dawn broke.
His superiors sent a ssage.
It turned out.
Wan Qing Mining took the lead, and though He Liang wasn’t too clear about the specifics, the situation would certainly reach a fairly good resolution. His job was to keep it from spreading.
With a belly full of doubts.
Chu Sheng returned to teaching his classes.
Today’s training ended.
Tomorrow.
He would take this group of team mbers to the industrial park.
...
On the other side.
Valen was brought to the jurisdiction of the Special Investigation Departnt.
No interrogation was needed.
This guy was riddled with problems.
In the end.
A black man handed him a stack of papers, detailing the offenses confessed by Valen’s subordinates. Just looking at it nearly knocked him out; if sentenced accordingly, he felt he’d never see freedom again in his lifeti.
He was only thirty years old.
The pri age for enjoying life.
Was he really going to jail to drop the soap?
"Why only arrest ? Many people in our bureau have problems, our chief..." Thinking of the impending prison ordeal, Valen could no longer care about the rest and began to desperately lash out.
Unfortunately.
The black man was unmoved.
His disdain was evident.
This guy.
Had yet to grasp the situation. It wasn’t that you had problems, but that soone wanted you to have problems, and that person was none other than their President. As for the others, save it for jail.
You should be grateful.
I won’t tell this to your chief.
Otherwise.
You might have to go down and chat with your ancestors.
Ignoring Valen’s babbling, the black man took the stack of ’charges,’ having added a dozen more sheets, and ca to Waite’s office. Waite quietly read through them, and at last, softly closed it.
*Snap~~*
He tossed it directly onto the table.
"Damn it, bastard, must be severely punished, death is not lantable, and that bastard brother of his, arrest them all, no one who participated shall be let go." Waite wasn’t just angry at Valen’s extortion.
But rather that this guy was actually involved in so utterly despicable deeds.
Valen’s brother.
Using the status of an Immigration Bureau personnel, had even taken part in the underground trade of body parts.
Since you’re courting death.
I’ll let you truly taste it!
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