Chapter 137: Seeking Justice for the Two Sacrificed Incisors

Meng Hu was speechless and shook his head inwardly. The look he gave Bai Jing could not help but carry a hint of frustration at her stubbornness. He even wondered if this woman's brain had been kicked by a donkey or squeezed by a door. The Fang family had already pushed the Bai family to the brink of bankruptcy, yet this foolish woman still harbored mercy. She was simply foolish to the extreme and naive beyond belief.

Su Xiaodong, on the other hand, did not get swayed by female charms this time or try to win favor by standing on Bai Jing's side. Instead, reeking of alcohol and breathing heavily, he tried to flatter Meng Hu, and did not forget to mock the heavily battered Lin Yang.

At first glance, calling him a steel warrior sounded like a compliment, but what followed was enough to leave people torn between laughter and tears—talk about suffering just to save face, playing the hero and taking a bullet, and labeling him as an absolute fool and idiot.

It was fortunate that his relationship with them was still reasonably good; otherwise, there was no guarantee Lin Yang wouldn't have beaten him to a pulp.

If anyone was feeling the most depressed, it had to be Lin Yang. He had been thoroughly tormented by the Fang family, not to mention covered in injuries, and even bitten by a few large bullet wounds. To top it all off, the great beauty Bai Jing was still harboring the merciful heart of a Buddha, utterly clueless and thick-headed. He currently had the impulse to push her down and thoroughly ravage her.

Well, what this guy had in mind was simply to properly savor a beauty's fragrance in bed.

Stared at by the skeptical gazes of the others, Bai Jing felt somewhat embarrassed. She finally realized that she had committed the cardinal sin of being soft-hearted. From no matter what perspective, she should not have harbored any Buddha-like benevolence toward the Fang family.

"Have it your way then! I just hope you don't turn Jinhai upside down. Also, make sure not to leave any traces behind, or the Fang family definitely won't let this rest." Bai Jing lowered her head, murmuring somewhat sheepishly. Clearly, she still vividly remembered Lin Yang's foolish evidence-gathering stunt at the abandoned yard. She knew that no matter how hard they tried now, at most they would only be able to eradicate the Fang family's influence in Jinhai; completely destroying the Fang family in one fell swoop would require a protracted struggle.

With a highly feasible plan in place, the group rushed straight toward the downtown area to the roar of car engines. After all, the Fang family had already resorted to extreme measures; if the Bai family didn't strike back now, they could only await their doom of being swallowed up.

Meanwhile, back at the police station, Fang Muren wore a gloomy expression, pacing anxiously around his office desk. His overwhelming anxiety was evident in his troubled mood. With Fang Ming's matter exposed, he had no choice but to shift all the blame onto the other party. However, for the sake of the Fang family's influence in Jinhai, he had to resort to extreme measures once again. He took a gamble, just like Fang Ming, only his timing was more appropriate. He knew Secretary Zhu's temperament very well: once hitting a wall, he wouldn't easily take risks again. After all, Secretary Zhu was renowned in Jinhai for his cautious approach.

Time ticked away second by second, and a full hour had already passed since he sent them out. Logically speaking, the five men he dispatched were all seasoned experts capable of taking on ten men each, and coupled with his deliberate ambush, victory should have been guaranteed. Yet, the passage of time made him increasingly uneasy.

Anxious and restless, Fang Muren could no longer contain himself. He turned his head and called out to the young subordinate waiting by the door, "Xiao Yu, get in here."

Following Fang Muren's muffled voice, the office door opened, and a particularly energetic young police officer walked in. The light blue police uniform made him look quite sharp and capable. Combined with his already handsome appearance and straight posture, he presented a refreshing sight. However, today he had run into Director Fang, who was in a foul mood, destined for a tragic baptism of flying spit.

"Director Fang, what is it?" Despite being peppered with flying saliva, the young officer Xiao Yu still asked politely, though deep down he had already cursed this bullying, power-abusing bastard of a director a thousand times over.

"Go ahead, call Guo back and ask what's going on! What time is it, and why hasn't the job been done yet?" Fang Muren roared indignantly, his face flushing red from ragged breathing, showing just how enraged he was.

Enduring the shower of spit, young officer Xiao Yu dared not vent his anger. He responded with a hypocritical "yes," turned around, and bolted out the office door as if fleeing for his life. He simply couldn't guarantee he could maintain his composure under the bastard director's spit bath for even one more second. Pulling the door shut, he finally let loose his complaints: "Damn it, the day I ever make it to director, I'll definitely stomp all over you, you bastard! What's so great about it? Just a director? What are you acting so arrogant for?"

Despite being ten thousand times displeased in his heart, Xiao Yu did not dare delay his footsteps for even a split second, fearing that a moment of carelessness would cost him his position at best, and his life at worst, which would truly be a devastating loss.

Oops! Just as he lowered his head and quickened his pace, he crashed headfirst into a solid chest. The skinny Xiao Yu made a sound of impact because his forward momentum was somewhat fast, and the approaching figure wasn't slow either. Hard against hard—the outcome could be imagined. Xiao Yu was flipped onto the ground.

"Damn it, which blind bastard—!"

As the director's favorite and acting deputy director, Xiao Yu certainly had the qualifications to be arrogant within the police station. Having just taken a hit from the director and now being maliciously rammed by some unknown jerk, this petty and two-faced fellow could no longer endure it. He opened his mouth to hurl arrogant and vicious curses.

The person who had been knocked back two steps seemed equally displeased at heart. After all, nobody enjoys being picked a fight with, but this newcomer was a man of action rather than words. He swung a sandbag-sized fist, the wind of his punch howling with formidable force, aiming straight for Xiao Yu's front teeth.

A miserable scream accompanied a splatter of fresh blood, amidst which two snow-white front teeth flew through the air. Badly beaten, Xiao Yu covered his painful mouth with his hands, pointing resentfully at the newcomer for a long time without managing to utter a single coherent word, though his venomous expression made it clear they were certainly no pleasant words.

The two men who had just returned from ambushing Lin Yang were already in a foul mood to begin with. Running into someone looking for trouble meant they were hardly in any mood to reason with Xiao Yu. Thus came the aforementioned scene of rolling up sleeves and launching into a brutal physical altercation.

Indeed, the returning pair were two of the individuals who had ambushed Lin Yang and Bai Jing's group halfway at the abandoned yard—or rather, the two survivors. Out of five elite fighters deployed, three were lost—a undeniably heavy price to pay. However, compared to capturing the two biological science experts, it was a massive profit. They knew that once the peerless formula was extorted from the mouths of those two, any sacrifice the Fang family made would be entirely worth it.

Having knocked the road-blocking tiger Xiao Yu back three steps, the newcomer intended to step right past him and head straight for the director's office. However, Xiao Yu, having suffered a loss, refused to back down. He was determined to seek justice for his two sacrificed front teeth, spreading both arms to block the meter-wide hallway. He stubbornly refused to yield, his eyes shooting intense flames of fury. Having learned the hard way just how formidable the other's martial arts were, he reflexively drew his pistol from his waist, the barrel pointing straight at the newcomer's forehead. With that momentum, as long as the newcomer made a single forward move, he would pull the trigger without hesitation and send him off to report to the King of Hell with a bullet.

"Step aside, or bear the consequences." The one uttering this arrogant threat was actually the person whose forehead was currently covered by a gun barrel.

Wishing to avoid attracting the attention of interested parties, the newcomer had deliberately dressed in a way that obscured his true appearance. A black cape, at a glance, strongly resembled the night-wandering attire favored by scoundrels who loved engaging in underhanded deeds at night. The newcomer was also foolishly wearing a black mask, which left Xiao Yu clueless about his true identity. Yet, out of sheer instinct, Xiao Yu wanted to claim the justice due to him for the blow he had just suffered—otherwise, where would his dignity as acting deputy director go?

However, upon first catching sight of the newcomer, a perplexing question that baffled his mind kept looping: how had this mysterious person managed to break into the police station so openly, looking completely untroubled as if no one had intercepted him at all? This genuinely puzzled Xiao Yu.

Suffering just to save face—Xiao Yu was a classic example of this type, which was why he lacked the grace to simply question the intruder properly.

"Step aside? Hahahaha, step aside in your dreams! You won't even state your identity, yet you dare act haughty in the police station. Dressed like that, are you perhaps trying to assassinate the Director?" Able to secure the position of acting deputy director, Xiao Yu naturally had a sharp mind. Furthermore, coming from a police background, casually slapping the charge of assaulting an officer onto anyone who displeased him was a little trick he had used with repeated success. Realizing he couldn't win on physical grounds, this fellow resorted to underhanded tactics. Instead of revealing his own status as acting deputy director, he decided to leverage his immediate superior, the director.

Some people simply refuse to shed tears until they see their own coffin, or at least, that was what Xiao Yu—acting all-powerful while holding a handgun—believed of the mysterious, masked man in black who intended to force his way through.

The mysterious person's body leaned forward slightly, and Xiao Yu's finger instinctively tightened a fraction closer to the trigger, looking ready to let a bullet fly if the man in black made another move.

There were truly very few people who didn't fear death. Xiao Yu's aggressive stance forced the deeply irritated man in black to suppress the impulse to force his way through. However, he refused to yield verbally, crying out with burning grievance: "Kid, you're the one blocking me. If Director Fang blames us later, you'll be taking full responsibility yourself, humph."

Leaving behind this harsh remark, the newcomer said no more. Crossing his arms, he cast a disdainful glance at the aggressive Xiao Yu, with an expression that clearly said, *just wait until you get chewed out later*.

"What's going on? What's all the shouting about?" Fang Muren, already impatient and in a foul mood, heard the fierce arguments and shrill screams echoing down the hallway. How could he not erupt? Violently kicking the door open, he stepped out of his office and roared in displeasure, his murderous gaze sweeping across the two adversaries confronting each other.