The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 105 Framing the blame
Not long after Mr. Quan was taken away, Chen Zhengwei received the news.

Not only was Lord Quan himself taken away, but also a group of elite henchmen, a total of more than a dozen people.

It was obviously to protect Mr. Quan's safety while he was detained in the Investigation Bureau.

"Go buy some firecrackers and set them off in the square to celebrate!" Chen Zhengwei said with a gloating smile on his face.

"Remember to bring more people, so it will be more lively!"

……

After Evans detained Mr. Quan in the investigation bureau, he asked Michael, "Are you familiar with the Chen he mentioned?"

"Yes. He is different from other Chinese. He is more willing to integrate into the United States and also provided me with some help in Chinatown!" Michael certainly stood on Chen Zhengwei's side. After all, he made a lot of money.

"Do you think he has anything to do with this incident?" Evans stared into Michael's eyes.

"I don't know, Sheriff!" Michael said hesitantly.

"Take me to find him!" Evans nodded, and the group headed straight to Chinatown again.

It didn't take long to reach Chen Zhengwei's casino.

"Michael!" Chen Zhengwei came downstairs to greet him with a smile on his face: "You don't look well. Who is this officer?"

"Sheriff Evans of the Criminal Division."

"Hello, Sheriff Evans. It seems something happened today. I heard that Mr. Quan of Hong Shuntang was taken away by you!" Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand, but Evans just looked down and did not stretch out his hand.

Chen Zhengwei narrowed his eyes, laughed and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Would you like to come to my office to talk?"

Michael glanced at Evans before nodding.

"Come with me!" Chen Zhengwei staggered back to the office, sat on the chair behind the desk, and crossed his legs.

"Can you two tell me your purpose now?" Chen Zhengwei leaned back, raised his chin, and looked at the two men with some amusement.

He has always been a person who respects me a foot, and I respect others a yard!
Evans immediately noticed the changes in Chen Zhengwei's language and expression, especially his current somewhat arrogant posture.

Then there was some frowning.

"Have you met Congressman Davis?"

"As for the councillor, I have only seen one. He was in Hong Shun Hall. I don't know if it is him you are talking about."

"He is missing now, and the boss of Hong Shun Tang thinks you did it." Evans continued.

"What a joke! Everyone in Chinatown knows that I'm kind to others. I wouldn't even step on an ant to death! Besides, I've only met him once and never spoke to him. I don't even know who he is... What does his disappearance have to do with me?" Chen Zhengwei sneered and spread his hands.

"Because he showed up in Hong Shun Tang, and you are now in a hostile relationship with Hong Shun Tang!" Evans said coldly, slapping his hand on the table: "So you want to use this to attack Hong Shun Tang!"

Chen Zhengwei looked at him in surprise, then smiled sarcastically: "According to what you said, do I have to kill everyone I see in Hong Shun Tang? Unless I'm crazy! I can't do anything except bring myself huge trouble."

"Like I said just now, I don't even know who that councillor is, and I'm different from Hong Shun Tang. We're not a gang, and we're not as aggressive as they are. We're just some family members and fellow villagers who stick together to keep warm and not be bullied by others."

"There are more than a thousand people in Hong Shun Tang, and we only have a hundred. What I should be more worried about is Hong Shun Tang itself!"

Evans stared at Chen Zhengwei's eyes for a while, then stood up straight after a moment.

Although he didn't like Chen Zhengwei's attitude, he was quite satisfied with Chen Zhengwei's answer.

Especially Chen Zhengwei’s last sentence. The gap in size and strength between the two sides is huge. What Chen Zhengwei should be more worried about is Hong Shuntang itself.

Rather than who Hong Shun Tang is related to.

In his opinion, Chen Zhengwei was little suspected.

"It's better if this matter has nothing to do with you, otherwise I will let you know what regret is!" Evans said coldly.

"Put away your arrogance next time, Chinaman!" Evans threw down a sentence and turned away.

The case is the most important thing now, and he has no time to cause trouble for Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei squinted his eyes and looked at Evans' back, with a fierce light flashing in his narrowed eyes.

After both of them left, Chen Zhengwei took out a cigarette from the box, lit it, and took a deep puff.

This guy is quite perceptive. This is a small matter. The important thing is that this guy is not willing to make friends with me!
Or just pretend to be someone from Hong Shun Tang and kill him?

Anyway, he had just captured Hong Shun Tang's Lord Quan... Chen Zhengwei suddenly felt that this idea seemed good, especially because of one important point.

Michael.

Chen Zhengwei felt that he should go see Michael.

Michael is not an alcoholic. He never smelled of alcohol when he came here before, but I smelled alcohol on him just now.

In addition, Michael's face was a little red, so Chen Zhengwei guessed that Michael's wound might be infected and he began to have a fever.

After all, it has been almost ten days since the gunshot wound.

He is my friend, I should care about him.

……

"Honey, how are you today?" Michael opened the door and his wife came to greet him.

"Not very good!" Michael frowned and walked into the room, then sat heavily on the chair.

"You'll be better soon! Let's go to Dr. Kent later to see if he has any solution." Michael's wife kissed him on the forehead, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I've been there!" Michael felt a little dizzy.

"Then let's go to church tomorrow!" Michael's wife immediately changed the subject.

A moment later, when Michael's wife was preparing dinner, there was a knock on the door.

Michael's wife opened the door and saw a Chinese youth standing outside with a smile on his face. "Good evening, ma'am!"

Michael's wife looked back at Michael.

"Who is it? Chen? Why are you here?" Michael was quite surprised when he saw Chen Zhengwei.

"I noticed that you didn't look well today, so I came to see you!" Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand to the side, took a basket of fruits bought on the roadside from the henchman and put it in the hands of Michael's wife.

Then he walked into the room and sat on the chair opposite Michael, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You look like you are sick?"

Michael fell silent for a moment, then he opened his clothes and said, "The gunshot wound I received earlier has become infected. I haven't been doing well these past two days."

The wound below Michael's shoulder had rotted away and was oozing yellow-green pus, and the surrounding area was all red and swollen.

"It looks serious. What did the doctor say?" Chen Zhengwei was a little surprised.

"It depends on luck!" Michael lowered his voice, sounding a little depressed.

His experience in the past few days was like falling from heaven to hell. A few days ago he was still considering the issue of promotion, but a few days later his wound became infected and he might not even be able to save his life!

"Let's go out and talk!" Michael looked at his wife, then stood up and walked out the door.

After Chen Zhengwei went out, he handed Michael a cigarette.

"Is there anything you need my help with?" Michael asked directly. Chen Zhengwei must have come to him for something.

He felt that he was likely to die this time and wanted to leave some money for his children.

"People from Hong Shuntang assassinated Evans. What do you think?" Chen Zhengwei asked while smoking.

Michael's hand shook and the cigarette fell to the ground.

Michael lowered his head to pick up the cigarette again, his body trembling slightly. It was the fever that made him start to shiver.

Michael was silent for a moment and then asked, "Chen, how much are you paying?"

"Three thousand dollars!"

"Five thousand!" Michael gritted his teeth.

"Okay, I promise you. Also, I have a Chinese medicine here that is very effective in treating infections! I'm going to sell it to you for five thousand yuan!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"I can give you the money and medicine. If your infection is cured, you owe me five thousand dollars. If you die, just pretend I never said anything!"

"Deal!" Michael agreed without thinking.

He did not believe in the so-called medicine from China. In the eyes of the foreigners, Chinese workers were opium addicts, gamblers, dirty people, and rat eaters.

But he had little choice.

(End of this chapter)