Chapter 42

Chapter 43: The Final Negotiation

The dim lighting could not conceal the heavy atmosphere of hostility.

At this moment, a wheelchair rolled out from behind, and Song Qingguan and Qiao Pangzi clearly saw that the person sitting on it was Duyan Biao, his one eye glaring with hatred. They were slightly taken aback, thinking it was about the incident in the alley, but Duyan Biao's words were even more shocking: "Zi, you beat up Feihu on the train."

"You also beat me up in the alley. I want you to pay tenfold for these two blood debts."

It was clear that the Qing Gang had combined the two cases and identified Zhao Heng as the culprit in both incidents.

Song Qingguan also noticed a woman standing at the back, who was none other than his stepmother, Zhang Ningyan. She was sitting at a table with two bodyguards, a mocking smile on her face. It was evident that the Qing Gang was here to settle accounts, and they were settling two at once. Song Qingguan felt guilty for involving Zhao Heng in this trouble.

Zhao Heng was playing with two chess pieces in his hand, stacking them together and then letting out a cold snort: "You dare to come for revenge. It seems I was too lenient after all."

His tone lacked fear or seriousness, only a hint of regret for not having crippled them.

"Zi, your time is up."

Feihu revealed his murderous intent: "Watch me kill you tonight."

Ding Lingling and the others were initially shocked and confused when they saw Feihu and his men armed with weapons, but then they learned from Feihu that Zhao Heng had provoked them, likely by secretly injuring two Qing Gang members. This made Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang excited: "Awesome! Zhao Heng is in trouble now."

With so many gangsters, Zhao Heng would have a hard time escaping even if he had wings.

Zhao Siqing frowned, unconsciously putting down her wine bottle. Although she was dissatisfied with Zhao Heng, she was worried that he might be killed by the Qing Gang. Of course, if she hadn't witnessed this, it wouldn't matter, but being present made it difficult for her to remain uninvolved. Otherwise, if someone pointed out her inaction, it would be disastrous.

However, she was well aware of Feihu's dominance. Her superior had repeatedly emphasized that they should turn a blind eye to the Qing Gang, or whoever caused trouble would have to deal with it. A colleague had once inadvertently shut down one of their gambling dens and was killed on the street the next night, with the murderer only receiving a three-year sentence.

Thus, Zhao Siqing found herself in a dilemma, unsure whether to intervene or to leave. The reason to intervene was that she was a police officer and the deputy captain of the Huahai Criminal Investigation Team. The reason to leave was that she couldn't stop the Qing Gang, and she was on leave today, giving her an excuse for inaction.

Zhao Heng remained silent, only looking at Zhao Siqing with a knowing smile.

As Zhao Siqing was torn, Feihu turned to face the crowd, picked up a machete, and shouted: "Clear the place! No matter who you are or how important you are, everyone out! If you want to have fun, drink, or sing, come back in half an hour. Anyone who doesn't leave is opposing the Qing Gang and Lord Zhang."

With Feihu's command, dozens of burly men began to drive out the patrons. Since Feihu had already informed the boss and the Ding family, no one stopped them. The patrons, seeing the menacing men and sharp machetes, turned pale. They wanted to stay and watch the show but feared being caught in the crossfire.

Some of the more prominent patrons hesitated but eventually left. Being interrupted was annoying, but this was a gang dispute, and they had no reason to get involved. The place quickly emptied, and soon only a few tables, including Ding Lingling's, remained. Feihu stepped forward and looked around.

He quickly recognized Zhao Siqing and Ding Lingling, and his heart skipped a beat, not expecting them to be there. He smiled and said, "Officer Zhao, Sister Ding, what a coincidence to see you here tonight." He pointed at Zhao Heng and smiled, "Is this guy your friend?"

"He secretly injured over ten of our brothers."

"No!"

Ding Lingling, fearing that Feihu would misunderstand and not act, immediately stood up and waved her hands, "How could he be our friend? These three are fraudsters who bully us at school and tricked Sister Qing. He's not our friend; he's someone we despise. You can do whatever you want without worrying about us!"

She also pulled Zhao Siqing into it, giving Feihu complete peace of mind.

"Is that so?"

Feihu felt relieved. Zhao Heng had offended not only the Qing Gang but also the Ding family and the police. This guy really had a death wish. He moved aside and said respectfully, "Thank you, Sister Ding. Please take your time leaving."

He pointed at himself, "The bill tonight is on Feihu."

His words implied that they should leave quickly. Ding Lingling and the others understood the meaning and, although they wanted to see the show, knew that getting involved would bring endless trouble, at least requiring them to give multiple statements at the police station. So, Ding Lingling immediately stood up and pulled people away.

She wanted to take Zhao Siqing out of there. She knew that Zhao Siqing's identity might provide Zhao Heng with some protection, as she was the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Team and had a duty to intervene. However, just as she grabbed Zhao Siqing, the latter suddenly went limp and fell onto the sofa, as if perfectly drunk.

Drunk?

Ding Lingling and the others were first taken aback, then they shouted in understanding, "Sister Qing, are you drunk? Your tolerance is really low! Let's help you out." Ding Lingling called for Tu Honggang and the others to help, and Feihu understood Zhao Siqing's intention, smiling slightly to avoid further argument.

Zhao Heng glanced at her, "Captain Zhao, you're drunk at just the right time."

He sighed, "Unfortunately, do you deserve to wear that police uniform?"

The corners of Zhao Siqing's mouth twitched, but she didn't react. She could only avoid the situation this way. Ding Lingling and the others quickly helped her to the door, not forgetting to say to Feihu, "We're leaving, you do your thing! This guy is quite skilled, so be careful."

Zhao Heng then glanced at a corner and made a gesture for someone to leave.

A figure holding a wine bottle left from the shadows, but their steps were hesitant.

After Ding Lingling and the others left, Song Qingguan saw Zhang Ningyan leading two bodyguards standing behind, pointing at him mockingly, clearly taunting him about his impending death. Song Qingguan felt guilty again, thinking that if it weren't for his own affairs, the Qing Gang wouldn't have brought so many people to attack Zhao Heng tonight.

Feihu then turned to Zhao Heng, "Zi, kneel down and kowtow."

"Maybe I can give you a quick death, or I can torture you slowly."

Zhao Heng ignored them and pointed at Qiao Pangzi and the others, "You can deal with me, but don't touch my two friends. They are innocent. Let them leave, and I promise to stay and answer for my actions. If you don't agree, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Feihu snorted, "At this point, what right do you have to make demands?"

Song Qingguan stood by Zhao Heng, "Brother Heng, I'm not leaving!"

"Hmph, you can't leave even if you want to!"

Before Zhao Heng could say anything, a woman's voice came from behind, "You can't leave even if you want to!" Song Qingguan then saw Zhang Ningyan leading two bodyguards approach. Zhao Heng glanced at the woman, who, although not directly involved with the Qing Gang, had a significant relationship with them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have a word?"

The Qing Gang members made way, and Feihu stepped back, "Madam Song, please go ahead!"

The woman's face was refined and alluring, and her gold-rimmed glasses gave her an air of shrewdness. She waved for some documents to be brought over and smiled at Song Qingguan, "Good son, come, sign these documents for me, and I'll beg them to spare you!"

Song Qingguan's body trembled, clearly not expecting this. However, it made sense; with three people cornered by the Qing Gang, Zhang Ningyan had the right to negotiate. She smiled brightly, "Good son, sign these documents, and I'll ensure your safe departure."

"And I'll leave the Song family house to you and give you enough money to live on for the rest of your life, five million."

She even gave him a seductive look, "Your uncle will also reconcile with you!"

"Your uncle, the one who has pampered you for over ten years."

PS: This book will be written more calmly and slowly, with each hidden plot line subtly woven in. In Chapter 43, fourteen hidden plot lines are woven in. Some readers are very perceptive, even digging out the two least noticeable long-term plot lines. You are truly amazing.

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