144: Chapter 143: The House was Burglarized 144: Chapter 143: The House was Burglarized “Sir, are you all right?” The security guard rushed over and asked Dong Xin with concern.
There was no need to lose his temper over such small fry, lest acquaintances see him and think he was on the same level as these little guards.
After all, there’s a saying among successful people that if someone in high position has conflicts with subordinates, others will think their integrity is only as plentiful as those below them.
“I’m fine now.” Although Dong Xin didn’t take the matter too seriously, he was actually very angry—just as you’d be if you found a cockroach in your meal.
He was seething with rage and needed to vent on a woman.
From the departing car, the man who had just had a conflict with Dong Xin twirled a key in his hand and bragged to the old man sitting in the back, “Master, it looks like my skills haven’t dulled.”
“Then let’s get to work,” the old man replied with a smile.
“We must succeed in one go this time, or our days ahead will be tough.”
“Got it, just watch my magic,” the man said, grinning broadly.
It is said that between two and three in the morning is when humans sleep the deepest.
At that hour, most people’s brains are muddled, and even those who aren’t asleep are in a state of haze.
Along the back wall of a villa, a dark shadow slid down the corner and landed noiselessly.
The shadow paused briefly to listen for any sounds around before darting toward the villa’s back door like lightning.
His movements were swift and swift—like a hefty Rat avoiding cats while out foraging.
He pressed his back against the door, scanning the surroundings with his eyes while fiddling with something behind him.
Crack!
A sharp, crisp sound, and the door swung open.
The shadow tilted its body and slipped into the slightly ajar room, and the back door of the villa closed once again.
Who knows how much time had passed when suddenly the villa lit up.
“There’s a thief, come quickly, there’s a thief, catch the thief!” a shrill voice called out, awakening all the domestic help who then scrambled to their feet.
Rubbing their sleepy eyes, they ran to the living room and were stunned by the mess.
The more alert ones ran to open the front door, letting the bodyguards waiting outside rush in.
Even though all the lights were on, it was uncertain if the thief had left the house.
With some men present for protection, they slowly relaxed.
After all, it was the Dong Family’s problem, not their own.
As long as they minded their own business, what did it matter to them if things were stolen?
Dong Linze, rubbing his bleary eyes, descended from upstairs.
Upon seeing the disarray in the living room, he shouted at the two bodyguards who had come in, “Search, check every nook and cranny of the house.”
He hadn’t expected his own house, the home of a Deputy Police Commissioner, to be burglarized.
If word got out, he’d be the laughing stock.
Moreover, there were some incriminating items at home—if these were leaked, the Disciplinary Committee would surely invite him for tea.
Whether for his position or his reputation, this thief had to be dealt with harshly for choosing to steal what he shouldn’t have.
The bodyguards waiting outside were seething with anger.
The audacity of this thief, choosing the well-fortified Dong Family residence when there were softer targets.
They felt as if they were called incompetent, unable to provide adequate protection.
After all, they were bodyguards.
They were lucky it was only a thief this time—had it been some vile marauder intent on defiling the women…
“Xiao Li, go see if anything upstairs is missing,” Dong Linze ordered his kept mistress.
“You should know where to start looking, right?”
“Mhm, I’ll go up quietly,” the woman replied, heading upstairs to Dong Linze’s study with two bodyguards.
A few minutes later, the bodyguards reported back, saying they’d checked everywhere and the thief had left.
Dong Linze, sitting on the sofa and massaging his temples, muttered, “Instruct two people to check the community surveillance.
I must know who the thief is by breakfast tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir,” a bodyguard replied, walking briskly away.
The master had obviously suffered significant losses—damned thief, making him frantic.
Perhaps the thief had taken some sensitive material?
Dong Linze smoked a cigarette downstairs, shaking his head before going up to his study.
As he opened the door, he saw Xiao Li flipping through items.
Secret documents and incriminating correspondences littered the floor.
“Did we lose anything?” he asked, trusting Xiao Li quite a bit; otherwise, he wouldn’t often bring her to stay the night over other women.
“It doesn’t seem like anything’s missing; I’ve looked through the files, and everything’s there except a few letters have disappeared,” Xiao Li turned to say.
“Do you think the thief came specifically for those files?
He didn’t take any valuables.”
“Maybe, but who would do that?” Dong Linze pondered as Xiao Li massaged his shoulders, staring at the cluttered room, feeling as if something was missing yet unable to pinpoint what it was—the study was too large and full of various items to notice anything amiss so quickly.
“Could it have been one of your enemies?”
“I have so many enemies; how could I know which one?
But let me find out who dares to use such dirty tricks against me, and I’ll make sure it’s a fight to the death,” Dong Linze growled menacingly.
“Let’s sleep; we have work tomorrow.”
Returning to his room, Dong Linze lay on the bed but couldn’t fall asleep, pondering what could be missing from his study.
Suddenly, he sat up, startling Xiao Li, who opened her drowsy eyes and asked, “Why aren’t you sleeping?
What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, you go ahead and sleep.
I need to use the restroom; I’ll be right back.” Dong Linze got out of bed, not bothering with shoes, and rushed to the study.
He turned his drawer upside down but didn’t find what should have been there.
It was a notebook, seemingly inconsequential to anyone else, merely a ledger for mundane accounts.
But for him, it was the source of all his misdeeds, where all his shady transactions were recorded.
Now that the notebook was gone, what was he to do?
If it got out, he was done for.
The current crackdowns were severe, and he was in a precarious situation.
What to do, what to do…