Police Chief's Anti-Organized Crime Storm

Zhao Jiu quickly ran in another direction, but Wu Qi suddenly appeared at the end of the road, blocking his way. He hurriedly turned around and ran in the opposite direction, but Wu Ba also appeared. In a moment of panic, he turned around and looked behind him. Two white vans rushed over instantly, with two screech of brakes and white smoke coming from the tires scraping the ground.

"Ninth Master, you can't escape now, come back with us!" Wu Qi shouted.

Zhao Jiu's expression tightened. He looked at Wu Qi, then quickly glanced at the two bread carts not far away. No, he had to rush out, otherwise, he would only face death. He knew very well that once he fell into Wang Dalong's hands, there was only one way out: death. However, if he fell into Lin Ying's hands, he might still have a chance to live, or at least he wouldn't die immediately.

Thinking of this, he rushed towards Wu Ba. If he could kill Wu Ba, or at least force him to retreat, he would have a chance. With that thought, he leaped towards Wu Ba.

"Old Eight, be careful!" Wu Qi shouted anxiously and hurriedly chased after Zhao Jiu. Wu Ba was slightly nervous, but still raised his stick to meet him.

However, before Zhao Jiu could pounce on Wu Ba, a series of chaotic footsteps came from behind, and a high-pitched voice rang out: "Brother Jiu, we've been looking for you for ages!" A short figure appeared at the other end of the road, followed by more than a dozen thugs wielding iron bars.

Upon hearing the voice, Zhao Jiu froze. He turned his head and his body trembled violently. His face changed drastically. How could it be that dark-skinned kid? It seemed that Wang Dalong was clearly trying to kill him. Thinking of this, he quickly turned and ran.

"Ninth Brother, stop running! Listen to me, come back with us! Brother Long won't do anything to you. Come back with me!" With that, the black-haired boy waved his hand and led the charge towards Zhao Jiu. He was incredibly fast, reaching Zhao Jiu's back in just a few steps. He raised a strange nail-studded club and smashed it towards the back of Zhao Jiu's head: "Ninth Brother, stop running! Come back with me!" With a whoosh, the iron club struck, startling Zhao Jiu into yelling, "Blackie Mao, you'll get what's coming to you!" He lunged forward, barely dodging the dangerous blow. Behind him, a dozen thugs immediately surrounded him.

Zhao Jiu's face turned deathly pale. He knew he couldn't leave; he was in deep trouble. But he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

"Mao Heizi, let me go. I just called Director Lin of the county public security bureau, and she will send people here soon. It won't do you any good to hurt me."

Mao Heizi was startled, a strange smile creeping onto his lips: "Ninth Brother, you've already sided with the police? That's not very fair. Our Brother Long has always treated you well. This kind of betrayal isn't like your Ninth Brother at all!" With that, Mao Heizi waved his hand again, and the crowd swarmed forward, rushing towards Zhao Jiu once more.

About five minutes later, blood was everywhere on the ground. Mao Heizi left with his men. Wu Qi and Wu Ba's hearts pounded; this was the first time they had done something like this in the mountains. Mao Heizi carried a package into the car, wiped the blood off his hands, glanced at the driver with disdain, and threw the blood-soaked package into the car: "Drive, to the mansion."

"Hey Blackie, are we still going to the mansion? Shouldn't we just run away?"

"Go to hell! With a guts like yours, what are you doing hanging around with Mao Heizi?!" He slapped the driver on the back of the head. The driver covered his face, in pain and wanted to fight back, but when he thought of Mao Heizi's ruthlessness and the ferocity he showed in killing someone, he quickly nodded. At this moment, five thugs also got into the van.

Lin Ying was vaguely worried about the county police station. She knew that time was of the essence and that Zhao Jiu was in danger. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called her for help. But she didn't know if there was enough time. The nearest police station was more than ten kilometers away, and it was very likely that the police officers from the station would not make it in time. Now, she could only try her luck.

At Tianlong Mansion, Mao Heizi appeared in front of Wang Dalong. When he saw the bloody human head, Wang Dalong was also shocked. This time, things had gone mad. However, Zhao Jiu had to die. If he didn't die, his elder brother wouldn't forgive him, and neither would Brother Ma.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Mao Heizi, and said, "Alright, take the head. You should get out of here too. Don't stay in the company. Go hide for a while. Don't go back to Gaoshan without my orders, understand?"

"Brother Long, is it really necessary? We've done this before, killing dozens of people and getting away with it, haven't we? Besides, Zhao Jiu is your man, his life is yours, so why can't he be killed?" Mao Heizi said, somewhat unconvinced.

Wang Dalong almost laughed out of anger. This Mao Heizi, although his words weren't harsh, really wasn't very bright.

"Alright, hurry up and get out of here. Don't stay on the mountain, leave right now, understand?" Wang Dalong deliberately put on a fierce look, which startled Mao Heizi, who quickly nodded: "Got it, Brother Long, I'm leaving now. By the way, do you want to take this head with you?"

Wang Dalong rolled his eyes in anger, really wanting to give this guy a piece of his mind: "Alright, forget about it for now, hurry up and leave!" The crackdown on organized crime is coming soon, and if we don't leave now, we'll be in trouble if we can't escape later.

Mao Heizi quickly turned and left. Dan Gang walked in, looked up, saw Zhao Jiu's head on the ground, and his expression changed immediately. He quickly looked away: "Brother Long, the thing has left the mountain. Tong Yuhu didn't play any tricks. It might not be him."

"Not him?" Wang Dalong was both happy and worried. He was happy that Tong Yuhu was safe, but if it wasn't Tong Yuhu, then who was the traitor? He was getting agitated. He couldn't eat or sleep until he found the traitor.

"The delivery went smoothly. According to our people, Tong Yuhu took great care to protect the items and there were no mishaps." Shan Gang was also somewhat pleased, after all, Tong Yuhu was much more conscientious than Zhao Jiu and Shao Bin.

"Alright, you can go ahead and get busy. Remember to take Zhao Jiu's head with you." He pointed to the bloody head on the ground. Wasn't Lin Ying going to crack down on organized crime? Perfect timing, he'd give her a big gift.

When Yuan Xiong led his men to Qingyun Road, the bloodstains on the ground had not yet completely dried. He was terrified and his face changed drastically. He quickly shouted, "Surround them!"

He rushed forward to examine the body, and when he saw the headless corpse, his heart leaped into his throat. Where was the head? Had it been cut off? His expression changed drastically once again.

"Everyone be careful!" He was the first to draw his pistol, and the others quickly drew their guns as well. They formed a small circle, aimed at their surroundings, and checked to make sure there was no one else at the scene.

Yuan Xiong walked towards the headless corpse...