bookbashuk Chapter 128 Blocking the Door
Chapter 128 Blocking the Door
Chapter 128 Blocking the Door
Luo Huiling sat down next to Song Zhaowen, her tone tinged with anger: "Amin and Ating are both very well-behaved children, and now they're with you. What are your plans for the future?"
Song Zhaowen put down his spoon, took a tissue to wipe his mouth, and looked at Luo Huiling: "Sister Ling, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, when I, Song Zhaowen, do things, I will eliminate enemies completely; but I will never mistreat my own people. A-Ting has been with me for so long, and A-Min—since she's with me, I will treat them equally. With me, Song Zhaowen, in this family, no one will be wronged."
Fang Min also secretly glanced at Song Zhaowen's resolute profile, and her heart beat even faster.
Luo Huiling sighed. Song Zhaowen's words sounded grand, but he didn't mention a single word about marriage. This wasn't the result she wanted. She was just about to say a few more words.
"Sister Luo, you're so long-winded~" Fang Ting said, a little dissatisfied, and wrapped her arms around Song Zhaowen's arm: "I'm already very satisfied as long as I'm with Brother Wen."
Luo Huiling's remaining words were stuck in her throat. Her expression changed, and she looked at Fang Ting with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.
She had watched Fang Ting grow up and knew that although the girl was usually bold and outspoken, she was always obedient and even a little timid in front of her, and rarely dared to talk back so directly.
Fang Min didn't say anything, but her expression conveyed a similar attitude.
It's true what they say, daughters grow up and leave home.
Song Zhaowen still had to respect Luo Huiling, so he explained, "Sister Ling, I have my own judgment on some things. It's too early to talk about those empty titles and promises now, and—there's no need for them."
"Sister Ling, I know you mean well, worried they'll suffer in the future, but I can tell you, as long as I, Song Zhaowen, have a breath left, the women in this villa will never suffer the slightest grievance. As for the rumors outside, or gossip about wives and concubines—"
He scoffed, "Anyone who dares to gossip will have their tongue ripped out; anyone who tries to use this to their advantage will have their bones crushed. I'm in charge now, and my rules are the rules."
Luo Huiling opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing. She simply sighed deeply, picked up a rag from the table, and helplessly wiped the already quite clean surface. She knew that saying anything more would be pointless. This young man was no longer the naive youth who needed her occasional help and guidance. He was the head of Zhengxing Gang, a powerful figure who could turn the tide at will. His world and logic were beyond her comprehension.
Upon hearing Song Zhaowen's words, Fang Ting tightened her grip on his arm, burying her face completely in his shoulder. These words reassured her more than any vow of eternal love. What she wanted was never just an empty title.
Fang Min also looked up, secretly glancing at Song Zhaowen's sharply defined profile and deep eyes, her heart pounding. Brother-in-law—no, Brother Wen's world was indeed completely different from ordinary people's. Powerful, domineering, yet possessing a captivating sense of security.
Just then, the phone in the living room rang.
The maid answered the phone, said a few words, and then came over with the wireless microphone: "Mr. Song, it's Mr. Xiao calling."
Song Zhaowen answered the phone: "Ah Xiao, what's up?"
"Brother Wen, Young Master Lok would like to invite you for tea this afternoon to thank you in person and also to discuss the specific details of the gambling ship shares."
"Okay, you can arrange the time and place."
After hanging up the phone, Song Zhaowen sneered. This Ah Le is really impatient. Judging from what Ah Xiao said on the phone, Ah Le still wants half of the shares. It's ridiculous. He has only put in a little effort.
Song Zhaowen promised to give Ah Le a share of the company, but he never specified how much. Even one percent would be a share.
"I'm going out on business." Song Zhaowen stood up and straightened his suit jacket.
"Brother Wen, be careful." Fang Ting and Fang Min stood up at the same time and said in unison. After speaking, they looked at each other and were both a little embarrassed.
Song Zhaowen smiled and ruffled their hair. "Be good at home." He then nodded to Luo Huiling. "Sister Ling, thank you for your hard work."
Watching Song Zhaowen's tall figure disappear through the door, Luo Huiling finally looked away: "You two—" She hesitated, then let out a long sigh: "Never mind, you chose this path yourselves."
As long as he's genuinely good to you, that's enough.
Fang Ting walked over, put her arm around Luo Huiling's shoulder, and said in a coquettish voice, "Sister Ling, don't worry, Brother Wen—he's really good to us."
Fang Min nodded vigorously, her little face full of seriousness.
Wu Zhaoyong drove the car to the villa entrance, and Song Zhaowen was about to get in.
Several silver Mazdas suddenly rushed out from around the corner, blocking Song Zhaowen's path from both the front and back.
The car doors opened almost simultaneously, and seven or eight men in plainclothes quickly got out. The leader strode up to Song Zhaowen, pulled out his badge, and flashed it in front of Song Zhaowen: "West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit, Senior Sergeant Tang Wai-to, Mr. Song Zhaowen, we suspect you of being involved in several recent serious assaults and organized triad activities. Please cooperate with us and come back to the police station to assist with the investigation."
His men quickly surrounded him, forming a circle around him, their eyes warily fixed on Song Zhaowen and Wu Zhaoyong, who had gotten out of the driver's seat and had his hand on his waist.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
At the villa entrance, Fang Ting and Fang Min, who had heard the commotion, also ran out. Upon seeing this scene, their faces showed worry and panic.
Wu Zhaoyong's eyes were icy. He stepped forward, blocking Song Zhaowen's side, his hand already ready to draw his gun. With his skills and reflexes, he was confident he could take down two or three of Deng Weitao's men before they could make a move.
Song Zhaowen gently patted Wu Zhaoyong on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
Song Zhaowen didn't even look at the ID Deng Weitao was holding up. His gaze swept past Deng Weitao, then swept over the plainclothes officers around them who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. A half-smile appeared on his lips.
"Deng Sir—how impressive!"
Deng Weitao frowned deeply; Song Zhaowen's attitude completely disregarded him. He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Song, please cooperate and come with us to the police station!"
"Cooperate?" Song Zhaowen chuckled as if he had heard a joke, and took a step forward. His step, though seemingly casual, carried an invisible pressure that made Deng Weitao subconsciously want to retreat, but then abruptly stop himself.
Song Zhaowen walked up to Deng Weitao, the two of them less than half a meter apart. He was slightly taller than Deng Weitao, and his eyes were slightly lowered as if he were looking at a piece of trash.
"Deng Sir, you brought so many people and a few beat-up cars to my doorstep, and you want to take me away without even explaining yourself? Hong Kong is a place where the law prevails. Where's the arrest warrant? Show it to me."
"And you're saying I organized violence? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. If you don't have evidence, I'll sue you until you're bankrupt!"
Deng Weitao felt uncomfortable under Song Zhaowen's intense gaze, but forced a smile and said, "We're asking you to come back to assist with the investigation! Song Zhaowen, don't obstruct official business!"
"Assisting with the investigation?" Song Zhaowen scoffed, taking out a gold-plated cigar box from his suit pocket, slowly taking out a cigar, smelling it, and saying, "I, Song Zhaowen, am a law-abiding citizen and have always been the most cooperative with the police."
However, there are rules to follow when assisting in an investigation. If I just go with you because you say so, what will become of me, Song Zhaowen? How will I maintain my reputation in the underworld? What will my thousands of brothers at Zhengxing think of me as the leader?
He lit a cigar with his Zippo with a "snap," took a deep drag, and blew the smoke a short distance in front of Deng Weitao: "Deng Sir, I understand that you want to make a name for yourself and solve cases; but you're not qualified to climb over my Song Zhaowen to get ahead."
Deng Weitao's face turned pale and then red, and he shouted angrily, "We are acting according to the law! If you don't cooperate, don't blame us for being impolite!"
"You're welcome?" Song Zhaowen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the chill he exuded made Deng Weitao and the officers behind him shudder. "Deng Sir, how do you intend to be 'respectful'? Shoot me here? Or handcuff me and take me back?"
He took a step forward, almost touching Deng Weitao, his voice lower but clearer, carrying an undeniable domineering air: "I, Song Zhaowen, am standing right here today. You have evidence, you have an arrest warrant, and I'll go with you without saying a word."
No----"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Deng Weitao and every officer behind him, and said, word by word, "Take your men and get out of here."
Song Zhaowen was in full force, and the group of rookie plainclothes officers had never experienced such a scene before. The pistol at their waists felt like a fire poker, offering no sense of security whatsoever.
Deng Weitao lost all face and slunk away like this. He probably won't be able to face anyone in the police station anymore.
But what if it's a hard fight? To be honest, he wasn't confident. Everyone knows how ruthless the Japanese guy Hara Aoi was recently. This guy in front of him overpowered the Japanese guy and was nicknamed "God Fist." What if he angered him and got his head smashed in one punch?
"Mr. Song, don't scare the children."
Just when things were at a stalemate...
A black Accord pulled up.
The car door opened, and there was Chen Jiaqi. I noticed she had a flower on her shoulder, which must have been part of Cai Ba's mission to promote her to senior inspector, a position that basically puts her in charge of the entire police station.
Upon seeing Chen Jiaqi, Deng Weitao and the others felt as if they had found their pillar of support.
"Inspector Chen!" Deng Weitao rushed forward as if grasping at a straw.
Chen Jiaqi didn't even glance at him, walking straight towards Song Zhaowen. She was wearing a police uniform today, and the black stockings under her short skirt accentuated her long legs.
As he approached, his eyes met Song Zhaowen's.
Chan Ka-ki stopped in front of Song Siu-man, his voice cold: "I am Chan Ka-ki, Senior Inspector of the West Kowloon Regional Headquarters. We have received intelligence that we need your assistance in questioning some issues. We hope you can cooperate."
Song Zhaowen looked at her: "Last time you were just a junior inspector, and now you've been promoted to senior inspector? Congratulations! You really know how to talk. That clueless kid just now completely treated me like a criminal; if it weren't for you, he would be finished this time."
Deng Weitao looked embarrassed.
Chen Jiaqi frowned slightly, but her tone remained unchanged: "Chief Deng acted a bit hastily, but it was within his duty. Mr. Song, please." She turned to the side, made a "please" gesture, and pointed to her own private car.
(PS: Deng Weitao is a character from "The Edge Walker", a corrupt cop.)