229: Chapter 227 Drunk 229: Chapter 227 Drunk “Brother, want me to grab that Chu Fei for you?” Xu Hu said, his face also full of anger.
Tangyu smiled lightly, “No need, Brother Hu.
This guy has provoked me time and again; I want to deal with him personally.
Such a rat doesn’t require your intervention.”
Just then, a police car came screaming in, suddenly screeched to a halt, and a beautiful figure jumped out of the car.
“Captain Song, what brings you here?” Tangyu was slightly taken aback.
This was the Eastern District and not under the jurisdiction of Song Qingyu from the West District.
If the police were to come, it should have been someone from the Eastern District Public Security Bureau.
Stupefiedly looking at Song Qingyu, he immediately showed his signature silly smile, his gaze fixed on her, seemingly forgetting Tangyu’s words once again.
Song Qingyu didn’t pay any attention to the stupefied man but glanced at the man on the ground, her brows slightly furrowed, and said to Tangyu, “Who is this?
What’s going on here?”
Tangyu replied, “It’s like this, Captain Song.
This man was instructed to drive into me, and I caught him.”
Song Qingyu’s gaze then swept toward the accident scene a hundred meters away, before she said, “Do you know who sent him?”
Tangyu kicked the man, who immediately stammered, “It was Young Master Chu, not the young master of Chu Xiang Technology, Chu Fei, who told me to do it.”
“Chu Xiang Technology.” Song Qingyu’s brows twitched slightly.
Chu Xiang Technology was located in the West District, and Song Qingyu had some impression of it, saying, “It’s just a small company, and this Chu Fei doesn’t have much clout.
This matter should be easy to deal with.”
“If it were just Chu Fei, then indeed it would be easy.
But a small fish like Chu Fei wouldn’t have the guts to instruct someone to do such a thing,” Tangyu shook his head.
“You mean, there’s someone behind Chu Fei?” Song Qingyu asked.
“Hmm, this matter should have been instigated by Zhou Tao,” Tangyu said.
“Zhou Tao.” Song Qingyu racked her brain trying to recall the name, which seemed so familiar to her, and it didn’t take long before she thought of an information that made her face reveal a hint of shock, “The young master of the Zhou Family, one of the seven wealthiest families?”
“It should be him,” Tangyu nodded.
Song Qingyu shook her head, “How did you get involved with someone from the Zhou Family?
In Donglin City, the Zhou Family may not have immense power, but it’s not far off.
If it’s really the young master of the Zhou Family behind this, then it really is a bit troublesome.
“Seeing that you are waiting here, you must be waiting for the police to come and resolve this.
It’s useless, though.
At most, Chu Fei will become a scapegoat.
Besides, since no serious consequences occurred, even if Chu Fei is arrested, at most he’ll only be detained for forty-eight hours, if even that.
There’s no need to make a big deal out of this.
Let them take this guy away and just let it go.”
Stupefiedly, he bared his teeth in dissatisfaction, “So, is it simply that whoever has the bigger fist gets the say?”
Song Qingyu paused for a moment, looked at the stupefied man, and said, “You could understand it that way, the meaning is pretty much the same.
Society has never been absolutely fair; fairness is only relative.
Some things are hard to say, and the world isn’t that wonderful.
I consider Tangyu a friend, which is why I’m telling him all this.
There’s really no need to look further into this incident, and there’s no point, but you might just invite some unnecessary trouble instead.”
Tangyu smiled and said, “I know what you’re saying, and I’m not expecting any particular results.
I just want to use this method to give Zhou Tao a warning.
No matter how long they can hold him, as long as Chu Fei gets inside, my goal is achieved.
I have ways to pry open this guy’s mouth and make him confess Chu Fei; then I can easily deal with Chu Fei.
It’s just a warning, nothing more than that.”
A hint of surprise flashed in Song Qingyu’s eyes.
She looked at Tangyu and realized that she had underestimated him.
“By the way, Tangyu, I’ve already confirmed that matter, and it should definitely be the person you’re looking for.
However, we got the information from a citizen, and now there’s a hint of a trail.
I’ve dispatched a few of my trustworthy undercover officers to search discreetly, hoping for more substantial news soon,” Song Qingyu said.
“Alright, Captain Song.
Just notify me as soon as you have a rough idea of which area he might be in, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Tangyu nodded.
“Alright,” Song Qingyu nodded, not doubting Tangyu’s capabilities.
Soon, personnel from the Eastern District Public Security Bureau arrived.
With Song Qingyu’s coordination, the issue was quickly resolved, and the man who crashed the car into Tangyu was taken away.
The scene was soon cleared.
“Let’s go back,” Tangyu said to Liu Shanshan as they got into the car.
This time, there were no unforeseen events.
The incident just now still left Liu Shanshan somewhat frightened, her heart filled with concern and the situation had been too dangerous.
In her heart, she also inexplicably worried about Tangyu.
Almost every day something happened, and she felt indescribably weird.
It was as if since she met Tangyu, the whole world had changed—not became more exciting, but more tense and thrilling.
Many things she had never dared to imagine before were now happening one after another, which also tested her psychological endurance.
But no matter how dangerous it seemed, Liu Shanshan felt that as long as she was with Tangyu, it was safe.
Just as they were about to drive away, Tangyu’s phone rang again.
It was Xinxin who was calling.
Tangyu answered the phone right away, “Xinxin.”
“You little pervert, come pick me up,” came Zhao Xinxin’s voice from the other end of the phone, though the words were quite slurred and unclear.
Tangyu was slightly taken aback.
Since when did Xinxin call him so directly?
But he could tell that she seemed to be drunk, her speech was very unclear.
“Xinxin, wait for me.
I’ll come to pick you up right now.” After saying that, Tangyu hung up immediately.
A woman drunk on alcohol is very dangerous, especially someone as beautiful as Zhao Xinxin; so Tangyu was somewhat anxious.
Kaidi Palace was also one of the most famous five-star hotels in Donglin City, renowned for its extravagantly luxurious and majestic decoration, resembling the grandeur of a European-style Caesar’s imperial palace.
No other hotel in Donglin City could truly rival the splendor of Kaidi Palace.
Across the street from Kaidi Palace, a drunken woman staggered slowly along the road, her face flushed with inebriation, her eyes alternatively closing and opening, giving the impression that she could faint at any moment.
This drunken woman was none other than Zhao Xinxin.
She was also babbling incoherently, uttering words that were unintelligible.
Unbeknownst to her, a sleazy man with a lustful expression was following her closely.
He had been trailing Zhao Xinxin for some distance when he suddenly grinned lecherously, hurried toward her, and blocked her path, sizing her up with increased interest, the leer in his eyes growing more intense, “Heh heh, beauty, let me take you home.”
The drunken woman’s mind was muddled, making her easily deceived.
“Home—ha ha, I’m now homeless, I have no home, no more, ha ha,” Zhao Xinxin spoke dazedly.
Seeing Zhao Xinxin heavily intoxicated, the man’s lustful intentions grew more pronounced.
He swallowed hard and said with a chuckle, “Ha ha, if you don’t have a home, I can take you to my place.”
“Your place—no, no, I won’t go, I don’t like staying at other people’s homes,” Zhao Xinxin shook her head and her eyes were already half shut.
“You don’t have to go to my place, I can take you to a hotel,” the predatory man proposed again.
“Ha ha, a hotel, I want to stay in a big hotel, a five-star one,” Zhao Xinxin replied.
“Alright, let’s go to a five-star hotel,” the man smiled triumphantly, having stumbled upon such a beautiful girl who also appeared to be wealthy from the way she was dressed.
To him, having a fling with such a girl would be worth shortening his life by ten years.
With a lecherous grin, he reached out to embrace Zhao Xinxin, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and the bulge between his legs forming a noticeable tent.
His body felt as if it was on fire, parched and thirsty.
“Stop!”
Just then, an angry and stern shout rang out like a thunderclap, startling the man and halting the hand that was about to touch Zhao Xinxin.
The startling call momentarily cleared Zhao Xinxin’s hazy state, causing her to open her nearly closed eyes.
Being interrupted during such an opportune moment infuriated the man, who turned around to see a car stopped in front of him.
No sooner had the car come to a standstill than a figure leaped out and charged at him like an arrow shot from a bow.
Before the man could react, he felt a cold object slam hard into his cheek—it was a fist.
Tangyu’s punch was fueled by anger, hence the force behind it was significant.
The punch landed squarely on the man’s face, eliciting a sound of bones cracking.
His head was knocked sideways at a ninety-degree angle and he fell down immediately.
Blood instantly gushed from the corner of his mouth.
The man was in so much pain that his body spasmed and he couldn’t get up from the ground.
Tangyu was indeed livid, unable to tolerate anyone daring to take liberties with Sister Xinxin.
“Sister Xinxin, are you alright?” Tangyu asked, looking at Zhao Xinxin.
Liu Shanshan also approached and supported Zhao Xinxin.
Zhao Xinxin blinked, looked at Tangyu, and suddenly smiled, “Little pervert, you’ve come.”
“Er—”
Being called a little pervert by Sister Xinxin again left Tangyu speechless.
They say the truth comes out when you’re drunk—could it be that he was considered a little pervert in Sister Xinxin’s eyes?
That didn’t make sense; he was such a pure and decent person.
How could Sister Xinxin see him as a little pervert?
Liu Shanshan managed to suppress a laugh and glanced at Tangyu.
“Fuck, motherfucker, dare to hit me,” the man on the ground cursed as he shook his head, attempting to regain his senses.
A cold light flashed in Tangyu’s eyes.
Daring to insult and bully Sister Xinxin was like touching his reverse scale.
As Tangyu eyed the man, who struggled to rise, he lifted his foot and stomped down hard on the man.
After a round of stomping and kicking, the man was finally subdued, holding his head and begging for mercy.
Tangyu’s eyes swept to the man’s bulging crotch.
Seeing that obscene protrusion, Tangyu felt his rage inexplicably surge; he found himself struggling to contain his anger.
Tangyu raised his foot and stomped down on the man’s crotch.
“Crack—”
A chilling sound echoed, immediately followed by the man’s piggish scream of agony.
After a bout of convulsions, he fainted.