Chapter 25: The Speechless Female Police Officer

“Still acting tough? Do you want to play hardball?” Jiang Yaowen pulled out his phone and looked at them with ill intent.

At that moment, Ye Gongmin felt a chill seep into his skull. He realized how reckless he had been just a moment ago, and now, knowing this involved Fatty Jiang, he was gripped by fear. If Fatty Jiang decided to take this seriously, under the current “crackdown climate,” he could easily ruin them.

Men driving BMWs had already become a sensitive social topic. If a video were to surface showing a group of “BMW men” ramming open a factory gate with two cars and more than a dozen thugs beating up “employees” with sticks, public opinion—given today’s political atmosphere—would run wild. Every charge Jiang Yaowen threatened would stick, and if he meddled with the “medical examination” of employees and created some fraudulent evidence, the maximum sentence of fifteen years’ imprisonment would become reality.

It wasn’t a possibility—it was a certainty. Ye Gongmin knew all too well the methods Jiang Yaowen was capable of.

“Don’t, please don’t, Young Master Jiang, I was wrong. This really is just a misunderstanding. Please let us go this time.” Ye Gongmin didn’t even bother resisting or arguing; he immediately began to beg for mercy.

Ni Feihong, trembling where she stood, was infuriated by Ye Gongmin’s behavior—a dark line seemed to streak across her face. Surrendering at the last moment wasn’t so much a flaw in character as a subconscious reaction, but it made Ni Feihong feel he had lost all dignity.

Seeing Jiang Yaowen hesitate, Ye Gongmin continued, “Really, Young Master Jiang, we know we were wrong. This is truly a misunderstanding. Can’t we just let it go?”

“Fine. I may have taken three pills from Brother Wei tonight, but I have no interest in screwing men,” Jiang Yaowen said, pointing a finger at Ye Gongmin’s nose. “Your father and I are friends, so I’ll give you this one chance.”

Then, turning his finger to Ni Feihong, he said, “As for you, you’re so out of line. Yan Yunfei knew but didn’t tell me. If he won’t handle you, I’ll do it myself. Otherwise, you’ll never understand the meaning of power.”

Ni Feihong’s face flushed with rage, teetering on the edge of losing control.

“Don’t!” Seeing her expression, Ye Gongmin sensed disaster but couldn’t stop her.

Ni Feihong pulled off her high heels and, hopping unsteadily, began to rain blows on Jiang Yaowen’s head, striking so fiercely that blood began to trickle down his scalp.

“You crazy woman! You’re dead tonight—no one can save you!” Jiang Yaowen roared. He didn’t back down. At one point, as he was forced to retreat, he seized Ni Feihong, lifted her up, and—using a sumo move—slammed her to the ground.

Ni Feihong felt as if her whole body were falling apart. She couldn’t take it and began to cry.

Jiang Yaowen, now in a frenzy, glanced around, picked up a rock, and raised it as if to smash it down on her.

“Don’t, Young Master Jiang!” Ye Gongmin rushed over to grab Jiang Yaowen’s arm.

Fortunately, Jiang Yaowen was not entirely insane. Being held back, he managed to calm down a little. Shaking Ye Gongmin off, he wiped the blood from his forehead, stood up, and said, “Stupid woman, you don’t know what’s good for you. Very well, I declare you’re all finished. But since I’m a law-abiding citizen, I won’t lay another hand on you. We’ll do this through the legal system, and none of you will escape this time.”

Just then, another cloud of dust rose in the distance—a motorcade was approaching.

Everyone turned in shock to look. One, two... five, six—seven Land Rovers sped toward them.

No one knew who was arriving, but what struck Ye Gongmin was that even Jiang Yaowen turned pale at the sight, his face heavy with concern, momentarily at a loss.

Ye Gongmin was stunned. He’d never seen Jiang Yaowen like this before.

When Jiang Yaowen was in control, he was ruthless—hence his nickname “Fatty Jiang.” It wasn’t just his bulk; everyone in the circle knew how “devouring” he could be.

But he never expected that in Haizhou, there’d be someone even Fatty Jiang would fear—no, judging by Jiang Yaowen’s expression, it was more than just fear.

Screech—

The Land Rover convoy rolled onto the plaza, sending up another wave of dust.

Immediately, a group of men in legendary black suits and earpieces exited the vehicles. They didn’t come close; instead, they took up positions, silently surrounding everyone in the square.

Wearing sunglasses and expressionless, they stood like wooden posts.

Huo Dongjun!

He stepped out, dressed in a white casual suit, looking pale and sickly. Holding a handkerchief to his nose to ward off the dust, he frowned and swept his gaze coldly over the scene, then beckoned slightly to Jiang Yaowen before turning to head inside.

Jiang Yaowen had no choice but to follow.

Inside the abandoned factory, there were only some scrapped machines and not much else.

Huo Dongjun’s two personal aides quickly laid out a white cloth, and he sat down on a discarded machine, looking coldly at Jiang Yaowen as he entered.

Jiang Yaowen’s scalp tingled, but he said nothing.

After a moment, Huo Dongjun spoke indifferently, “I hear you haven’t been managing your business properly and let something slip?”

Jiang Yaowen replied, “Mr. Huo, there was indeed an unexpected incident, but I can handle it. There was really no need for you to come personally. If I’d known you were in Haizhou, I should have shown you proper hospitality…”

Huo Dongjun interrupted, “I don’t need you to wine and dine me. I just need you to do your job and not cause problems. I thought you understood that?”

Jiang Yaowen hurried to say, “There has been some trouble, but nothing unmanageable. I can take care of it.”

“Oh?” Huo Dongjun said.

“Truly… please trust me,” Jiang Yaowen insisted.

Huo Dongjun went on, “But I’ve heard you can’t control your own men, and your underlings can’t keep their pants on. They brought in two young models. Now, I don’t care what they do behind closed doors, but when their behavior affects the interests of the group, that’s another matter...”

Jiang Yaowen was sweating profusely. He had hoped to cover this up, settle it privately, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. Bowing, he said, “There were indeed some problems. But it wasn’t that they couldn’t control themselves—they were acting on my orders. I admit, I listened to a certain woman stirring up trouble and made a few calls to help her out. At first, it was nothing major, just planning to scare a few rookies at a villa as a warning. But after my people entered the villa, something unexpected happened.”

“What happened?” Huo Dongjun still looked half-dead with boredom.

“They called me and said there was a bag of money in the villa—money that had come from my side. They recognized it because it had been handled by them before. It wasn’t much, just over a million, hardly worth mentioning, but it left me uneasy. To avoid losing control, I told them to hold the people there until I figured out what was going on.”

At this, Huo Dongjun’s beautiful features lifted slightly. “You mean there was a screw-up—and not a small one?”

Jiang Yaowen quickly said, “It’s not that bad. I just want to get to the bottom of it and resolve it.”

“So have you resolved it?” Huo Dongjun asked.

Jiang Yaowen looked embarrassed. “I’m working on it, but then more complications arose. One of those young models had a rather troublesome friend, and that led to an even more troublesome Ni Feihong getting involved. Things got a lot more complicated after that.”

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