Chapter 79: What’s There To Investigate? No Tax Evasion Anywhere
Song Zhengyu stared blankly at the boss whose head and chest had been beaten to a pulp, then turned toward the sister-in-law upstairs, where only a pair of beautiful legs could be seen protruding from the corridor edge, dripping blood downward.
His mind couldn’t process it right away.
Dead?
Just like that, dead?
“Originally, I wanted to talk nicely. For a thug to reach the level of being a key focus in the Disinfection Bureau’s information, there must be something extraordinary about him.”
Li Ye clicked his tongue: “But your hospitality is off. First a fat guy comes to pound me, then someone threatens to kill my whole family. To be safe, I had to kill his whole family.”
Song Zhengyu followed Li Ye’s voice and instinctively looked toward the man himself.
That black uniform now looked completely different in his eyes. The Disinfection Bureau uniform used to seem like just a black leather suit to him, with about the same intimidation as real-life COSplay.
Just like that guy with the sword behind him.
But now, the cap shadowed the upper half of his face, and the black uniform only inspired awe and fear, especially those gloves with armor on the back of the hands, now stained with blood, adding even more killing intent.
Li Ye suddenly looked at him too. “Right, where’s this fat guy’s whole family?”
Song Zhengyu shivered and instinctively said: “I don’t know.”
“Hm?”
“No, I know, wait no, I don’t, I…”
Song Zhengyu’s incoherent stammering made Li Ye furrow his brows, and the hand holding the gun vaguely lifted.
Sensing the crisis, Song Zhengyu’s dazed mind suddenly cleared. At this moment, he made a decision that went against his boss and second brother.
He quickly stood up, saluted Li Ye, suppressed the terror between life and death, and said:
“What I mean is, officer, rest assured, I’ll handle it!”
Li Ye smiled upon hearing this and exhaled some smoke. “You, as the Fei Peng Gang’s boss…”
“Third brother, it’s third brother.”
Song Zhengyu nodded and bowed as he spoke, but upon touching Li Ye’s slightly displeased gaze, he immediately stood straight. “But if the officer says I’m the boss, then I am!”
“Two things.”
Li Ye said: “First, no matter what method you use, keep the East City District’s gutters in check. No trace of demonic creatures can appear in the Fei Peng Gang’s territory.”
If an ordinary person said that, no matter what bureau, Song Zhengyu’s usual response would be that there’s no Fei Peng Gang, only Fei Peng Company, and no gutter-like underground forces—he’s a legitimate businessman.
But with Li Ye’s words, he didn’t even have the courage to argue, only nodding repeatedly.
“Second, what’s your exchange method with the Ren Family? Do you know about the Skin-Peeling Demon that appeared in Ningjiang City?”
“Skin, Skin-Peeling Demon…”
Song Zhengyu paused, then shook his head like a rattle. “Officer, we know the rules. The Ren Family only has business dealings with us; we absolutely haven’t gotten involved in raising demonic creatures.”
Li Ye nodded, then walked toward him.
“Officer! Really, I’m telling the truth! Absolutely no concealment. We know nothing about the Ren Family’s affairs, only those rumors!”
Song Zhengyu was so terrified his hairs stood on end. He wanted to flee, but his legs wouldn’t obey, just trembling uncontrollably.
He had to be afraid!
Biting off the gun tip with teeth alone, beating second brother’s head—who had trained in Hardening Technique—into his chest cavity, grabbing the boss who had broken through Divine Movement Pass, smashing him into severe injury in a few moves, then finishing him with a gun.
He wasn’t here to negotiate; he was here to kill!
Kill at the drop of a hat!
Facing such a person, Song Zhengyu couldn’t even muster the thought to resist. The gap was too big.
He watched wide-eyed as Li Ye approached, looking desperately at his outstretched hand about to touch his head, fearing it would be like second brother, head shrinking into the chest cavity.
Smack.
Li Ye patted his shoulder, a smile curling at his lips. “Having reverence is good. With reverence, you won’t make mistakes and can live longer. Some people lack reverence, so it’s no surprise they die, right?”
Song Zhengyu’s smile was full of flattery. “Yes, you’re right!”
“Do a good job.”
Li Ye withdrew his hand and walked outside.
Once out the door, Huang Qingyi asked puzzledly: “We’re not going to keep questioning? He seems to know something.”
“He knows less than we do. What’s there to ask?”
Li Ye shook his head and sneered: “Don’t fall into the trap of investigating clues. That’s not our expertise.”
What was there to investigate? The Ren Family didn’t even hide their tax evasion; no breakthrough on the surface.
Better to strip the Ren Family bare for a thorough result.
The sound of a motorcycle starting up came from outside. Once it faded away, Song Zhengyu relaxed inwardly and collapsed to the ground.
He stared blankly at the boss’s corpse for a while, then touched his thigh, finding the trembling wouldn’t stop.
“I’m the boss, I’m the boss, I’m the boss personally recognized by the Disinfection Bureau. I won’t die, my whole family won’t die!”
As the Fei Peng Gang’s third brother, Song Zhengyu had roamed with his sworn boss and second brother since youth, now at Half Breakthrough in Nine Dragon Gate. He wasn’t one to fear death that much.
But this fear between life and death still lingered around him.
There is great terror between life and death.
He self-hypnotized for a good while before staggering to his feet, panting heavily to calm his mood and regain composure.
Song Zhengyu wiped the sweat from his forehead. “When did the Disinfection Bureau get this ruthless…”
The Disinfection Bureau’s bunch were small-time; fine against ordinary people, but not qualified against them.
Only in recent years had the newly appointed Pan Zhengyang been formidable, but even he was just one man, and since they followed the rules, the Disinfection Bureau couldn’t touch them.
Of course he knew about the Ren Family. With the Disinfection Bureau Chief forced to come personally, Pan Zhengyang seemed formidable but wasn’t a real threat.
But now, a even more ruthless one had suddenly appeared from below!
Most importantly, the guy didn’t just look young—he really was young!
This was Xiang Feipeng’s classmate!
Not even eighteen yet!
Entering the Disinfection Bureau at this age, killing people like killing demonic creatures—who wouldn’t be intimidated?
Against someone like this, he truly didn’t dare to resist.
Flee the country?
Couldn’t bear to abandon the foundation, especially now with boss and second brother gone…
“No choice, don’t blame me.”
Song Zhengyu glanced at second brother whose head was in his chest cavity, pulled out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.
“Hey, it’s Song Zhengyu. Bring my second brother’s family to the boss’s place… Yes, all of them. No more talk, just bring them.”
Song Zhengyu hung up, went upstairs, grabbed a short knife from the weapon rack at the corridor, eyes flashing with ruthlessness, and entered Xiang Feipeng’s room.
“Good nephew, your third uncle doesn’t want you to have this temperament either; staying would just lead to trouble. Third uncle is alone and weak, can’t protect you. I’ll send you down to reunite with boss and sister-in-law. They can protect you below. Don’t blame me!”
