Chapter 1314: Chapter 684: Dispersed Into Nothingness (Part 2)

Bald Qiang and the others were like they’d been struck by lightning, frozen on the spot, faces full of terror.

"Officer, you must have made a mistake, right? We’re all law-abiding citizens. There’s got to be some misunderstanding here. Did those few youngsters call the police? They’re the guilty ones crying foul first."

Bald Qiang tried his best to defend himself: "They were obviously the ones who started it and hit my coworker first. One of the little girls even stabbed my coworker with a knife, that’s Chen Dalong, he just got pulled back from the emergency room and is lying in the ward right now."

"Cut the crap and be honest. Cuff them all."

The leader waved his hand, and a few people stepped up with handcuffs and cuffed them one by one.

Bald Qiang didn’t dare resist at all, and the two big hulks beside him were as well-behaved as model students right now.

As for Zhang Yuesheng, there was no need to mention him; his legs were shaking with fear.

It wasn’t like he’d never been in a station before, but he’d never seen such a big operation. There were over a dozen people, plainclothes plus uniforms.

This was totally how they treated serious felons! The fact he didn’t piss himself on the spot already counted as having strong nerves.

Even in the ward, where they’d knocked Chen Dalong out with anesthesia, there were still two auxiliary officers staying behind to watch him.

Seeing this setup, Bald Qiang knew this time he might really be finished.

When they were escorted out of the inpatient ward and over toward the parking lot, they saw the smoky-eyes girl waiting in front of their Wuling Hongguang, and a policewoman standing next to her.

The window glass of their Wuling Hongguang had obviously been smashed.

The group marched them up to the girl, and she pointed them out on the spot as the ones who kidnapped her. Great. Kidnapping plus unlawful imprisonment.

Bald Qiang wanted to cry but had no tears. If he’d known these little punks were such a pain, he would’ve stayed as far away as humanly possible.

Right now he hated Zhang Yuesheng to death. Why the hell did your brain short-circuit and make you buy a motorcycle? If you had to buy a motorcycle, fine, but why a secondhand one? And if you had to buy secondhand, why the hell did you have to pick the guy who had beef with that little yellow-hair?

What a jinxed mess! One guy dragged a whole group of them down with him.

Right before being shoved into the police van, Bald Qiang finally couldn’t hold back. He went over and gave Zhang Yuesheng a vicious kick, and when he tried to kick him again, the escorting cop yanked him away at once.

"Fuck your mother! Zhang Yuesheng, you’re gonna be the death of me!" Bald Qiang shouted in furious grievance.

Zhang Yuesheng knew he was in the wrong and kept his head down, not daring to let out a peep.

Bian Xiangrong didn’t hear about this until more than two hours later. He hurriedly pulled every connection he had to find out what happened, and finally managed to get in touch with Bald Qiang through someone. After hearing the whole story, his first feeling was that this was utterly ridiculous and absurd.

All because Zhang Yuesheng bought a secondhand motorcycle, the other side mistook him for someone else, then they started fighting, and things snowballed into this.

What the actual fuck is this?

At this point he was just like Bald Qiang, grinding his teeth at this unlucky kid Zhang Yuesheng. Why the hell did you have to buy a secondhand motorcycle? The company already gave him a car, a perfectly good car, and he wouldn’t drive it—had to ride a motorcycle.

And of all times to run into that young master, it had to be right then.

Actually, even bumping into him wouldn’t have been a big deal. The guy had mistaken him for someone else, and they didn’t really have any grudge or history. As long as Zhang Yuesheng spoke nicely and explained things clearly, it probably wouldn’t have turned into anything.

But Zhang Yuesheng’s brain suddenly shorted out and he actually got into it with the guy.

Even getting into a scuffle wouldn’t have been the end of the world. If the other side and his buddies beat him up a bit, that’d be it.

But then Bald Qiang’s brain suddenly shorted out too, and he ran over to "act the hero," turned around and gave the other side a savage beating instead, especially that young master whose rib he kicked and broke.

This really was a monumental screw-up!

Never mind that Zhang Yuesheng and Bald Qiang were in for it; as their boss, Bian Xiangrong also felt like he’d just had "disaster drop from the sky" while sitting at home.

It was obvious that as the boss, he was going to get dragged down by this bunch too.

If it was just paying through the nose, he could live with that; what he was afraid of was the other side turning their anger on him.

That would really be eight lifetimes of bad luck.

Bian Xiangrong cursed up a storm in his study for quite a while, lighting three cigarettes in a row and putting each one out after two drags.

Then he picked up his phone and called Jia Yuanwu.

Strictly speaking, the real origin of tonight’s misfortune was actually Jia Yuanwu’s random-ass commission.

If it weren’t for his commission, Bian wouldn’t have sent Zhang Yuesheng and Chen Dalong to tail and investigate, they wouldn’t have happened to run into that young master, and there wouldn’t have been any conflict.

"President Jia, I really bled for you on this one—I’m down on my luck big time."

As soon as the call connected, Bian Xiangrong started complaining to Jia Yuanwu.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Jia Yuanwu was a bit puzzled.

"Here’s what happened." Bian Xiangrong told him the whole story from start to finish.

After listening, Jia Yuanwu was speechless for quite a while, then after a long silence, he gave a wry smile and said, "This one’s a bit tricky. I’ve heard a little about that young master. He’s a late-life child, his family dotes on him like crazy and he’s infamous for being spoiled. His mother especially dotes on him, gives in to his every whim. And as for who his mother is, you should know that too; even her own husband is afraid of her."

Bian Xiangrong frowned even more bitterly and said, "I know this isn’t easy, and I’m not trying to make things hard for you. I just want you to help pass a message to his family. I’m willing to go to their home in person to apologize, and I’ll actively compensate them, until they’re satisfied."

After pondering for quite a while, Jia Yuanwu finally said helplessly, "Alright, I can help you pass the message, but based on what I know about that one, it’ll be hard to smooth this over. You’d better look for some other channels too, find someone close to their family, or someone who can put pressure on them."

Bian Xiangrong gave a bitter smile. "You’re really overestimating me. If I knew people who could pressure them, would I still need to come to you?"

"Sigh, then I don’t have many options either. At most I can ask someone to help pass the word along. I don’t have that much pull with that person either."

Hearing Jia Yuanwu shake off responsibility like that, Bian Xiangrong immediately started grinding his teeth again.

If it weren’t for his commission this time, would he have run into such a headache?

"President Jia, your network’s wider than mine, you know way more people than I do—especially in the city. You said it yourself last time, you practically know everyone on the official side. If you can help me settle this, I’ll owe you big. In the future, if you ever need my help with anything, I won’t hesitate, just like this time when you commissioned me."

Bian Xiangrong especially stressed that last sentence; he believed Jia Yuanwu would get the hint.

"Sigh, Bian, you know I’m just the general manager of Zhongsen Supermarket—it sounds impressive, but that xx committee title of mine doesn’t come with any real power. At most I know a few people on the official side, but we’re not exactly close. My status isn’t high enough to reach the real big shots."