Hu Qing's decision had already sealed the outcome and direction of events.
The developments were beyond what Gao Fei and others could salvage.
Hu Qing's laughter on the phone was one of great relief. After a few seconds, he spoke again, "President Gao, can you grant me one last request?"
"Tell me!"
"Take good care of Liu Zi for us brothers.
This kid's brain is sharper than ours. He was always the studious type, but he insisted on coming to mix with us.
He wants to do business with you. Please mentor him more in the future!"
"Alright!"
"President Gao, until we meet again in the Jianghu!"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The call ended, leaving a cold dial tone.
Gao Fei leaned against his car, looking at the Municipal Bureau building hundreds of meters away, and then at the thumb-sized black USB drive on the passenger seat.
In the end, he still turned the steering wheel and drove away in another direction.
The conversation they had just had was very clear.
Hu Qing not only wanted to avenge Yang Ming and Tang Gui, but also wanted to leave a broad path for their youngest brother, Guo Yue.
At the same time, Hu Qing would also carve out a ruthless path for Gao Fei in the business world.
Making all the ghosts, spirits, and petty demons on this path flee at the mere mention of his name.
...
Twelve o'clock at night.
Jun Yun Business Club.
Yan Chengfan, the president of Xingcheng Express Group, walked out of the club arm in arm with a young woman in her twenties.
On his left and right were two middle-aged men of similar age.
The four of them stood below the steps, chatting and laughing while waiting for the valet to bring the car.
"President Yan, don't worry. With our company's strength and our technicians' efforts.
The access system of the Beehive Station can be completely replicated in just three months."
"Hahaha, three months isn't too late. Then I look forward to good news from President Hou and President Chen!"
"As long as President Yan's funds are in place, we can work through the night, day and night!"
"Don't worry, I'll have the finance department approve the money for you as soon as I get back to the company tomorrow!"
"Happy cooperation! President Yan!"
"Happy cooperation!"
The cooperation between the two companies was settled in a few words.
At this moment, a motorcycle engine roared from not far away from the club.
The motorcycle was ridden by a rider wearing a black helmet and a blue and black racing suit, their face and gender indistinguishable.
As the motorcycle approached the four people.
Hou Yu, standing on the outermost side, instinctively raised his hand to block the headlight and cursed, "Damn it, what kind of punk is this? You idiot, didn't you see people..."
As he spoke, the motorcycle had already reached the four of them.
The rider looked at Yan Chengfan, who was embracing the woman, and a cold voice came from under the helmet, "Yan Chengfan of Xingcheng Express Group, President Yan?"
"It's me, who are..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, five consecutive gunshots echoed in the air outside the club.
Thump!
Yan Chengfan fell backward, his body twitching a few times in the pool of blood before becoming still.
"Ah!"
The young woman covered her mouth and screamed loudly as she sat on the ground.
President Hou and President Chen looked at the corpse in the pool of blood, their scalps went numb, and they collapsed to the ground.
Hearing the gunshots, the security guards outside the club, after regaining their senses, immediately rushed to the bottom of the steps.
About six or seven minutes later, the area outside Jun Yun Business Club was surrounded by a large number of official personnel.
...
East of Kyoto City, in the upscale residential area of Lan Ting.
A security patrol car slowly drove past each building.
A security guard in the car, hearing the vulgar language and soul-stirring moans coming from inside the building, couldn't help but scratch his ears.
Seeing his reaction, the older security guard shook his head and chuckled, "Uncle Gou San, I was like you when I first started. Every night patrol, I'd want to join in right there.
But after hearing and seeing more, you'll get used to it!"
"You can still see?"
The young security guard was startled and immediately looked around with wide eyes.
"Stop looking. What can you see now!"
The older security guard took a deep drag of his cigarette and continued, "This neighborhood is a backyard for the rich and some influential people. The residents are either college students or recent high school graduates.
These old men not only like to play, but they play in extreme ways. If you want to see, you'll have to switch to the night shift around ten o'clock..."
The two security guards drove away, chatting.
As soon as they left, from the flower bushes on the left, a pair of eyes opened in the grass.
A man dressed in black, wearing gloves, a mask, and a hat, slowly stood up from the dark bushes.
He surveyed the nearby surveillance cameras, deliberately avoiding their range, and crouched beside a black luxury car, hiding in the darkness.
About ten minutes later.
A middle-aged man walked out of a unit building next to the luxury car.
The man was humming a tune, fiddling with the car keys in his left hand. Judging by his attire, he had just finished a "battle."
"Little vixen, her body is so pliable. No wonder I paid thirty thousand yuan to keep her from art school."
The man's name was Wu Daxun, the current president of Feiyue Express Group.
"Hurry home, or the tigress will get angry again!"
Wu Daxun, who liked to talk to himself, stood still, quickly finished a cigarette, and then walked towards the car.
Beep! Beep!
As Wu Daxun, standing outside the car, was about to open the door.
The man who had been hiding in the shadows appeared behind him like a ghost. He covered his mouth with his left hand and revealed a dagger flashing with a cold light in his right.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The dull thud of the blade piercing flesh was heard. Wu Daxun whimpered and tried to struggle, but the blood flowing from his neck had already stained half his body.
Thump!
His corpulent body fell into a pool of blood and died.
The man, like a ghost, quickly turned into the flower bushes and disappeared into the night.
...
In the Liulitun district of Kyoto, inside a club called 'Mountain Crevice'.
Orange, light pink, and various ambiguous colored ambient lights illuminated the entire club.
And the 'Mountain Crevice' club was no ordinary entertainment venue.
Looking around, there was not a single woman in the entire hall; it was filled with men of all kinds and styles of dress.
Each man, wearing a different mask, mingled with men of different temperaments and physiques.
In a corner of the hall, one could even see some men engaging in acts that would make one nauseous.
The nature of the Mountain Crevice club was self-evident.
A tall man, dressed in black, wearing leather gloves, and with a shaved head, entered the hall.
A male server wearing a golden mask and a maid outfit immediately stepped forward, "Sir, do you have an appointment? Or have you booked a table?"
"Looking for someone!"
"Okay, please come in!"
The server nodded and tactfully walked away.
The bald man was also wearing a mask, but his mask covered his entire face, leaving only the nostrils visible.
He scanned the club and then sat down next to a stout man wearing a green mask.
"Yo, new here?"
The green-masked man, seeing someone approach, proactively struck up a conversation.
The bald man glanced at him sideways, nodded with a smile, and said nothing.
After about a minute, the green-masked man patted the firm muscles on the other's chest and said with a smile, "Restroom, a thousand yuan?"
"Okay!"
As they spoke, the two walked into the restroom in the back together.
The club's restrooms were also designed for privacy, with each stall resembling a small private room, with no possibility of peeking or filming.
When the two reached the last stall, as the stout man was about to disrobe, a glint flashed in the bald man's eyes.
A wire, as thin as a toothpick, appeared in his hand. He suddenly attacked, tightly strangling the stout man's neck.
A moment later.
In the dim light of the club, the bald man quickly escaped the scene.
And the stout man in the restroom lay on the ground, having breathed his last.
The man's name was Yin Guohao, the current president of Tengda Express Group.
After tonight.
The current presidents of Xingcheng Express, Feiyue Express, and Tengda Express, all had their lives extinguished.
That night, the first to cause widespread discussion was Yan Chengfan.
Upon learning that he was killed by an unknown gunman, and that the attacker, with just a motorcycle and a gun, had directly assassinated a magnate of an express company on the street.
This gunman instantly gained a formidable reputation in Kyoto's underworld.
Not long after Yan Chengfan's death, Wu Daxun, who had been dead for some time, was discovered by security guards in the residential area.
Finally, Yin Guohao, with his peculiar hobbies, was found strangled in the restroom.
The simultaneous murder of the three express company CEOs in one night indicated a premeditated and planned operation.
That night, the Kyoto Municipal Bureau immediately established a special task force to investigate the deaths of the three men.
After all, three prominent business figures had been murdered, and the police wanted to suppress the news, but how could any secret be kept indefinitely?
Moreover, Yan Chengfan was killed on the street with hundreds of witnesses. The truth would eventually come out.
The day after the incident, the deaths of the three men not only caused significant public attention but also shocked the big players in Kyoto's business circles.
Who benefited from the deaths of these three?
Who had enmity with the three of them?
Kyoto's businessmen all turned their attention to one person: Gao Fei!
At this moment, these big figures in Kyoto's business circles, besides praising Gao Fei's business acumen and forward-thinking investments,
Their private evaluations of him were: young and ruthless!
Just for the burning of a warehouse in one district, he had taken the lives of three express companies.
A young man like this, once he rises, will undoubtedly be a fearsome and formidable character.
And Hu Qing's promise to Gao Fei last night was fulfilled today.
With the three men dead, the special task force quickly found Gao Fei, as there had been a conflict of interest between them.
Although Gao Fei had been in contact with the three brothers, there was no evidence to prove that he had hired someone to commit murder.
Moreover, with his many accolades, there was no need for him to go to such lengths for a small amount of profit, making it a lose-lose situation.
After various investigations by the police, the target finally locked onto Hu Qing, Zheng Pingye, and Jin Xiaohu.
The investigation into the three of them subsequently began.
During the investigation, the police also found the three district agents of the three express companies who had disappeared in Wutong District.
But they found not people, but three corpses.
Based on multiple pieces of evidence and clues, Hu Qing, Zheng Pingye, and Jin Xiaohu were identified as the murderers of the three district agents and the three group presidents.
Their identity as murderers was confirmed, and Hu Qing, Zheng Pingye, and Jin Xiaohu were placed on the national wanted list, becoming red-listed A-class fugitives.
...
Feiteng Investment Company.
Guo Yue, who had just finished being questioned and brought back to the company, was completely dejected.
Learning from Gao Fei that the three of them, Hu Qing, had acted without his knowledge to repay their debt for bringing him into their social circle, the youngest brother of the group couldn't help but shed tears.
After a moment, he looked at the wanted notice on the computer and said, "President Gao, have Brother Er and the others already fled the country?"
"No!"
"Why?"
"Because there's still one person they haven't dealt with yet!"