The Perfect Man

After leaving Yang Lan's office, Wang Shu first called Su Dingjun: "Old Su, I've placed an undercover agent in Susheng Group. Their president, Yang Lan, has found out that Susheng Group has problems. She's going to the Public Security Bureau tomorrow to explain herself. Can you send someone to receive her?"

This is called reporting; first, we need to remove Yang Lan from the picture.

Su Dingjun wasn't stupid either; his mouth gaped open like a gourd: "Brother, Yang Lan has been with Su Sheng Enterprise for over ten years. When did you plant a mole there?"

"Damn it! Is this any of your business?" Wang Shu's eyes widened. "Are you itching to investigate Lu Tao because I haven't done so? Why don't I investigate him myself?"

"No! I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

Su Dingjun gave a dry laugh.

Everyone knows what's going on in officialdom. If an investigation is launched, no one will be clean, including Su Dingjun. Once Wang Shu investigates Lu Tao, Su Dingjun will inevitably be implicated. That's why Su Dingjun is afraid.

The reason Wang Shu made this call to Su Dingjun was very clear: he had killed the police chief and needed someone to take charge and resolve Yang Lan's situation.

Su Dingjun hung up on Wang Shu and immediately called the Provincial Public Security Department: "Immediately send a bureau chief to Jiangbei City, and get it done right away..."

That's power—it's just a matter of a word.

Meanwhile, Wang Shu received a call from Xin Ying, one of the five shadows of the Blazing Flame Sect: "Boss, regarding the matter of the top lawyer Ding Rou, the personnel are in place. Should we take action immediately?"

Wang Shu checked his phone. It was 5 PM. The West's response time should be around 5 AM. He replied, "We can proceed. Show me the details of the operation in ten minutes."

"OK!"

After Wang Shu finished speaking, he arrived at the foot of the Sumei Group building. He quickly went upstairs to Su Chiyan's office, but Su Chiyan wasn't there. Wang Shu took out his phone and dialed Ding Rou: "Beautiful lady, come up for a moment."

A few minutes later, Ding Rou walked into the office.

Wang Shu raised his head and paused for a moment.

High heels, a black suit and a white shirt, a slim waist and long legs, exuding a powerful aura. There were no fancy embellishments, just a touch of lipstick, and her phoenix eyes revealed a sharp gaze.

Putting aside her stunning beauty, her aura alone fully demonstrates the character of a top-notch lawyer.

"Wang Shu, did you call me?"

Wang Shu pointed to the open office door: "Close the door."

Ding Rou glanced at Wang Shu suspiciously, then lightly hooked the door shut with her high heels, watching Wang Shu warily. What was this kid up to?

Wang Shu's style of doing things is straightforward: "Two things. First, Yang Lan of Susheng Group may file a lawsuit. Be prepared, you may need to help her."

The second thing is, I'll show you a video.

Wang Shu extended his left wrist: "Activate." A blue screen shot into the sky, transforming into a display screen.

3D quantum holographic projection?

Ding Rou's surprise quickly showed on her face, but what surprised her even more was the scene.

The image shows the gate of a villa, with eight people standing side by side at the gate.

In the middle was a middle-aged man, flanked by two young men, each carrying a large box.

The door opened, and a man with an elegant demeanor walked out. He looked at the middle-aged man opposite him and asked, "What is it?" He seemed to be still half asleep, rubbing his eyes.

Ding Rou stared at the screen in disbelief. He had been to the place in the video before; it was the villa of one of his former agents. The foreigner coming out of the gate was Victor, the guy who had used his family's influence to revoke Ding Rou's lawyer's license.

As a lawyer, Ding Rou has a keen eye and can tell at a glance that the eight people in the picture are up to no good.

She turned to look at Wang Shu, as if to say, "What's going on?" Wang Shu didn't look at Ding Rou and coldly uttered two words: "Action."

Like Wang Shu, the middle-aged man in the picture didn't like to waste words. He waved his hand, signaling the young men carrying suitcases on either side to put them down. He smiled at Victor and said, "Sir, we're here about lawyer Ding Rou. We hope you'll be lenient, let Ding Rou off the hook, lift the blacklist, and return her license."

brush!

The middle-aged man had barely finished speaking when the young man, who had been squatting down and pressing on the suitcase, raised his hand and opened it.

It was full of brand new banknotes.

Victor glanced disdainfully at the banknotes on the ground and said in fluent foreign language, "You're here for that top lawyer?"

I'm sorry, she messed with someone she shouldn't have, and that can't be changed.

Refuse outright!

The middle-aged man smiled without saying a word, then waved his hand again: "Open it."

brush!

Two more young men stepped forward, opened the boxes they were carrying, and beams of dazzling golden light shot into the air (of course, this is a metaphor).

All of them are pure gold bars with a purity of over 99%.

Ding Rou, who was next to Wang Shu, felt herself unable to breathe and realized what was going on. Wang Shu was trying to get someone to settle her case.

Looking at the gold bars, Ding Rou was a little moved. Those were pure gold bars! At current prices, these gold bars must be worth over a hundred million! And that's with all the banknotes!

Wang Shu was truly willing to sacrifice himself!

Unfortunately, the person opposite him was Victor from the Astor family, who was not only greedy but also arrogant because he had a powerful family behind him.

Boom!

Victor kicked out, sending a box full of gold bars flying and scattering them all over the ground: "Get out! Leave my house immediately! You think you can exchange two boxes of gold bars for the dignity and power of the Astor family? Wishful thinking!"

"That Ding Rou you're trying to save should go to the deepest hell; she's infringed upon the interests of our Astor family."

"Oh? It seems Mr. Victor doesn't like gold bars and money. I think Mr. Victor must like something else."

"Serve the food!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the remaining three people opened the box.

Ding Rou: "???????"

Inside were three machine guns, the Invincible 100, light machine guns, weighing only 4.9 kg unloaded and only 6.8 kg with a 100-round drum magazine.

The three men took the machine gun out of the box and pointed it directly at Victor's door.

Victor was startled, but he didn't back down: "Trying to scare me with a gun? You don't know how powerful nobles are. Go ahead and try shooting."

Da da da……

His words had barely faded when the Type 38 machine gun simultaneously unleashed a torrent of fire, and with a deafening roar, the door shattered, and bullets rapidly spread toward Victor.

puff!

More than a dozen bullets pierced Viktor's thighs, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop the shooting, pulled out a pistol, and pressed the dark muzzle against Victor's forehead: "No more gold bars, bullets or unsealing, you can choose one."

"Resume the ban! I'll call immediately and have someone lift the blacklist on that lawyer!"

Cold sweat trickled down Victor's nose and forehead into his mouth, the salty taste terrifying him. These people were their lunatics. Trembling, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number…