Taking out the bottle, Xu Zhengyang looked at him and said in a deep voice, "Make a phone call."
"Okay, okay, I'll call..." Chu Shousheng trembled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but still hesitated.
Now he knew perfectly well that the young man who should have been killed by Dr. Hoss's poison injection knew everything, including that he had been instructed and arranged by someone. But how did he know?
Another bottle flew up, crashed, and shattered!
Chu Shousheng slumped onto the sofa, clutching his head in excruciating pain, and begged for mercy, "I, I, I'll hit you, I'll hit you right now..."
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A few minutes later, Xu Zhengyang, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, came out of the nightclub and hailed a taxi to Wenxi District.
Chu Shousheng emerged from the private room covered in blood, startling the nightclub staff who rushed to help him and ask what had happened. The nightclub's security guards also arrived and escorted the dazed Chu Shousheng to a room to call the police.
Police cars quickly arrived at the Millennium Nightclub and took Chu Shousheng away.
It wasn't until he got into the police car that Chu Shousheng suddenly came to his senses. Seeing that he had inexplicably ended up in a police car, and recalling Xu Zhengyang's words earlier, his heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.
Chu Shousheng, the mastermind behind the murders of Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri, was inexplicably arrested by the equally inexplicable police, which was somewhat like a confession.
Upon learning the news, the police officers were taken aback and rushed to the hospital from their own hospital.
As the doctor bandaged his wounds, Chu Shousheng endured the increasingly anxious and angry questioning of several police officers: Where had Xu Zhengyang gone? Surprisingly, no one asked Chu Shousheng anything else. Because… what the police were most concerned about right now wasn't how Chu Shousheng planned the murder of Xu Zhengyang, but rather where this terrifying guy Xu Zhengyang had gone and what he might do.
At this point, the police had no idea how much trouble Xu Zhengyang would cause them after leaving Vancouver.
Gang leader Lylener returned from Toronto to his residence in West Wagon.
As the head of a gang, he didn't care at all whether the shocking case his men had committed a few days ago would implicate him. According to information provided by his own people in the police station, those men were all dead, so they wouldn't cause him any trouble.
He didn't care about the police's suspicions about him.
Even if there are too many lice, they won't bite anymore. He has always been a key figure in the police's surveillance. If he stays in Toronto and doesn't return, that will only make the police more suspicious.
This time, however, he returned with immense anger and worry. He was furious that his trusted and core subordinates had suddenly turned on each other and all of them had died... He was worried that without these subordinates, if he didn't hurry back to take charge, his territory and power might be quickly seized by other gangs.
Volume 5, Spirit Official, Chapter 288: The Night the Devil Descended
Minggang, next to the Jinfu Building on Liufu Street in Gongxi District. There is a small Zifu Teahouse. A man nearing sixty years old, dressed in a Tang suit, is drinking tea in a private room on the third floor. Outside the private room, two burly young men wearing white short-sleeved T-shirts, black trousers, and sunglasses stand with their hands behind their backs.
The man drinking tea inside is named Gong Xinhao, and he is the owner of this teahouse.
Zi Fu Tea House is not big, but the owner is a household name in Ming Gang, admired by both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
To put it dramatically, if Gong Xinhao stomped his feet in Zi Fu Tea House, the entire Ming Gang would be covered in dust.
Over a decade ago, during the period of regime change in Ming Hong Kong, many once-renowned underworld figures emigrated overseas, but Gong Xinhao was the only one who never intended to leave. While he was considered a formidable figure in Ming Hong Kong's underworld at the time, the situation was one of fierce competition, and his word was not absolute.
But things are different now. After the change of regime more than a decade ago, gang leaders either emigrated overseas or disappeared under the subsequent crackdown by the government. However, Gong Xinhao emerged from obscurity at a time of great change, and with the support of the government, quickly absorbed the underground gangs in Ming Hong, becoming the veritable godfather of Ming Hong's underworld.
Whether in the underworld or among ordinary people, everyone has a very good impression of Gong Xinhao. He is a man of great righteousness, chivalry, and generosity.
However, gangs are gangs, and they always have to do things that can't be done in the open.
Around the world, these groups, often referred to as a social cancer, have never truly disappeared. No matter how much effort governments put into cracking down on them, they cannot be completely eradicated. Like wildfire that cannot be extinguished, they spring up again with the spring breeze.
Therefore, in some administratively special places, the authorities have no choice but to tacitly allow the existence of gangs, or even cultivate and support them, in order to keep the underground forces under the control of the authorities.
Unlike other gang leaders, Gong Xinhao possessed keen insight and sharp thinking. More than a decade ago, when everyone was in a state of panic, he saw an opportunity with his extraordinary intellect and seized this rare chance.
The so-called mutual benefit and win-win situation.
These days, Gong Xinhao can be said to have virtually no worries, as everything is handled by his subordinates. Besides spending his days at home playing with his grandchildren and occasionally playing golf with high-society figures, he enjoys leisure and entertainment. When he has something on his mind, he goes to the Zifu Tea House to drink tea and sit quietly in contemplation.
People gave him a nickname: "The Sitting Yama".
He didn't care at all. That's right, we're a dark underground force, we can't be in the open, we can't stand the light of day.
Gong Xinhao has been in a bad mood these days.
The poisoning of Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri at the Vancouver hospital was orchestrated by Chu Shousheng at Gong Xinhao's behest. The pharmaceutical company Chu Shousheng worked for was also one of Gong Xinhao's overseas subsidiaries. Besides money laundering, Gong Xinhao used these overseas pharmaceutical companies to gradually launder his money and establish a legitimate business. He didn't want his children to follow the same path as him. Although he seemed successful now, one wrong move could lead to his utter ruin.
For example, the poisoning of Xu Zhengyang and Ding Changri this time.
Gong Xinhao really didn't want to do it, because he knew that regardless of success or failure, the Li family on the mainland wouldn't fall anytime soon, and what would happen to him if they found out? With Gong Xinhao's wisdom, it wasn't hard to imagine that once Wan Yun's side weakened and became passive, they would definitely use him, Gong Xinhao, as a shield.
However, he had no choice but to obey Wan Yun's orders. Admittedly, Wan Yun had not contacted him at all throughout the entire process.
That old fox!
Gong Xinhao was helpless. He had been thinking about it for the past few days and had also tried to find out what was going on in the capital, thousands of miles away.
He had just learned a secret: Xu Zhengyang was still alive, and the doctor who poisoned him had been arrested and had implicated Chu Shousheng. Gong Xinhao felt increasingly uneasy; he seemed to sense that something big was about to happen.
Just then, the cell phone that was lying on the table rang.
Gong Xinhao picked up his phone and looked at the caller ID. A slight ripple stirred in his usually calm and collected heart.
"Hello, Shousheng," Gong Xinhao said calmly.
"Hao, Brother Hao, I..." Chu Shousheng's voice trembled, his tone filled with terror, "Xu, Xu Zhengyang asked me to tell you a message, he, he knows everything..."
Gong Xinhao was immediately stunned. It's over!
"Brother Hao, Brother Hao..."
Gong Xinhao's lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.
A soft ring came from the phone, followed by an unfamiliar, cold voice: "Is this Gong Xinhao? This is Xu Zhengyang."
"It's me, what do you want?" Gong Xinhao calmed his inner turmoil. Having weathered countless storms and faced death on the brink of annihilation, he had long since forged a heart as steady as a mountain. Now that everything was clear, what was the use of fear?
The phone rang with words that chilled him to the bone: "I'm going back to China in a couple of days. If you do things to my satisfaction, I might consider letting your family go. Just a heads up, you can't escape."
A busy signal came through the beeping sound.
Gong Xinhao stood there, stunned, the phone still pressed against his ear, unable to react for a long time...
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Hua Ge Wenwen West District.
112 Depp Street is a luxurious and spacious villa complex, with evergreen trees and flowers planted throughout the grounds, and a three-story villa in the center. The courtyard walls are high, and the gate is a beautiful wrought iron fence.
This villa is home to a mafia boss who ranks among the top three in Vancouver's criminal underworld.
Lylener, not yet fifty, was a major headache for the entire Vancouver police force. Ruthless, vicious, and extremely cunning, he controlled the underground drug trade in East and West Vancouver. For the past two years, Vancouver police had launched numerous crackdowns on drug trafficking, and the competition between gangs had become increasingly complex and fierce. Lylener had always wanted to expand his market overseas; he hoped to emulate the ruthless Mafia godfather and extend his influence abroad—it was his dream.
So, his decision to take on the job of killing Ding Changri and Xu Zhengyang wasn't solely for the money. Those hundreds of thousands of US dollars were nothing to him. His aim was to expand his influence in Minggang and the wealthy metropolis of Shanghai.
When Lyner heard this promise, he clapped his hands and exclaimed: "This is just too tempting!"
Unfortunately, his four stupid, incompetent henchmen not only failed to kill those two damned yellow-skinned pigs, but also lost their own lives. What's worse, for some unknown reason, the other five idiots got into a fight and all died.
Do they want to seize power just because I was away from Vancouver for a few days?
Damn it! Lylena was furious. He wanted to expand his influence to other countries, but with subordinates like these whom he couldn't trust, how could he entrust the affairs here to them? Fine, it's better that you're all dead; I can arrange for more suitable candidates.
Lyner sat on the sofa in the living room, smoking a cigar, his anger not yet completely subsided.
He had just been annoyed by the two police cars parked outside monitoring him and had yelled at his three men.
Yes, a police car was parked at the intersection not far from the villa and another opposite the gate. Since Lylena's men carried out the bombing attack, Vancouver police had been closely monitoring the area. However, due to insufficient evidence, they couldn't rashly arrest Lylena.
However, in order to prevent Lylener, this madman, from doing something crazy in a fit of rage because of the death of his subordinate, the police must give him a certain deterrent warning.
At least, before Xu Zhengyang and the others leave, Lylena, you bastard, don't do anything out of line again.
A taxi slowly drove up to the villa and stopped in front of it.
Xu Zhengyang, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, got out of the car. This time, of course, he wasn't short of money, as he had already emptied Chu Shousheng's pockets of all his cash. So he paid the fare generously, pulling out a wad of bills and tossing it to the driver without even counting them.
"Hey buddy, good luck, you're absolutely handsome." The driver waved happily to Xu Zhengyang through the car window before driving away.
But the driver was thinking to himself, "This poor Eastern kid must be asking for trouble to pay the fare so generously. Oh, no other reason than this guy looks like he's going into Lylena's house...maybe he's in cahoots with Lylena? Probably not. Everyone knows Lylena and those bastards in Chinatown are sworn enemies."
The police officers in both police cars also noticed Xu Zhengyang, and they wondered what relationship this young man had with Lylena.
Xu Zhengyang glanced at the police car but didn't pay much attention. He then turned around and pressed the doorbell.
His gesture was rather unnecessary; it was meant to impress the police. He didn't want any unrelated people bothering him later.
Inside the villa. Lylena waved his hand, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Go see who it is. Damn, it's so late. Could it be those damn cops? Tell them I don't welcome them. If they come in, I'll have my Dogo Argentinos make them my dinner!"
One of his men agreed and went out.
After the subordinate walked out of the villa, he paused for a moment, then jogged to the gate, opened it, and bowed to invite Xu Zhengyang in.
Xu Zhengyang nodded and walked in unhurriedly.
It was like a noble chieftain inspecting the homes of ordinary people below.
The police officers watching from outside were all astonished. Who was this young man? Why were Lylena's men treating him with such deference? Among all the members of Lylena's gang and those who had dealings with Lylena, there seemed to be no such Asian.
When Xu Zhengyang entered the villa, he lit a cigarette, held it at an angle in his mouth, and had a gloomy expression.
As soon as he entered the house, Xu Zhengyang strode toward Lylena, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"Hey, who is he?" Lylena asked angrily, his expression clearly displeased.
"I am Xu Zhengyang."
Lylena's heart skipped a beat. Sensing that the young man was up to no good, he immediately grabbed a pistol from the coffee table, chambered a bullet, and aimed it at Xu Zhengyang.
Of course, his gun couldn't fire bullets.
Lylenar paused for a moment, then obediently handed the pistol to Xu Zhengyang, while his three men stood there dumbfounded, unmoved.
Several ferocious Dogo Argentino dogs suddenly rushed down the stairwell, barking wildly as they lunged at Xu Zhengyang.
This was an unexpected situation that Xu Zhengyang hadn't anticipated.
It was a pity for several expensive world-famous dogs. Xu Zhengyang frowned slightly, and with his right hand holding the pistol, he smashed it directly into the head of a vicious dog that pounced on him. With a loud bang, the dog's head was smashed and slammed heavily to the ground. Xu Zhengyang then stretched out his left hand to the side and grabbed the head of another vicious dog. Before the dog could raise its front paws to scratch, there was a cracking sound, and he crushed the dog's head.
The other Dogo Argentinos that were following closely behind suddenly stopped charging forward, turned around, and ran back into the stairwell.
After rushing up the stairs, he turned his head and looked at Xu Zhengyang with trembling eyes, but he didn't even dare to bare his teeth and make a whimpering warning sound. The trembling of his hind legs intensified, and a drizzling sound rang out. He was so frightened that he urinated.
Lylena snapped back to his senses, paused in confusion for a moment, then glared angrily at Xu Zhengyang and said, "Damn it, kill him!"
After saying that, Lerner seemed to realize that his pistol was gone.
Looking around, he saw that his three men were all standing there, motionless.
On the expensive carpet, two Dogo Argentino dogs with their heads shattered lay limply, blood soaking into a large patch of the carpet.
"God!" Lylener roared, staring at Xu Zhengyang.