Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Upon hearing this voice, Xu Xiangdong shuddered violently, his hand gripping the wall went limp, and he almost knelt down.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhou Changhe, his face ashen, striding over with two guards.

Those calm eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, now seemed like two knives, piercing Xu Xiangdong's face.

"Director Zhou...?"

Xu Xiangdong's throat was parched, and the imposing aura he had displayed as a section chief vanished without a trace.

Looking at his clumsy and foolish appearance, Zhou Changhe's disgust was almost tangible.

He strode forward, abruptly raised his hand, his fingertips almost touching Xu Xiangdong's nose, and spoke rapidly, with an undeniable air of pressure:

"Xu Xiangdong!"

"Who sent you?!"

"Who gave you permission to bypass the city bureau's unified dispatch and bring people to the hospital without authorization?!"

"Who told you to mess things up like this without asking for permission or reporting to your superiors?!"

Zhou Changhe's words came down like a barrage of bullets, making Xu Xiangdong's eardrums go numb.

Xu Xiangdong shrank back, feeling the piercing gazes of Zhao Shanhe and the others around him. He gritted his teeth, as if using his last lifeline, and forced himself to speak:

"Director Zhou...it's Secretary Chen from the city! Secretary Chen personally gave me the instructions!"

The more he spoke, the more convinced he felt he had the final say, and he straightened his back a little, speaking faster and faster:

"Secretary Chen said that Mr. Liang Jiajun was an expert from Hong Kong, and his death has had a very negative impact! If we cannot reach a conclusion and catch the mastermind as soon as possible, we will not be able to explain ourselves to our superiors or to the Hong Kong authorities!"

"That's why I brought people here to cordon off the scene and apprehend the suspect immediately—"

"Secretary Chen?"

Zhou Changhe sneered, as if he had heard a joke.

"Secretary Chen is right to prioritize the safety of foreign guests."

"But he sent you, Xu Xiangdong, to investigate a case, not to brandish a gun at the crowd and show off!"

"But...Secretary-General, they started it first..."

Xu Xiangdong still tried to struggle, pointing his finger at Dazhuang. The muscles on his face were twisted together with extreme grievance and fear, and his voice trembled as he tried to tell on Dazhuang.

"Shut up!"

Zhou Changhe suddenly glanced at him sideways, his voice rising abruptly:

"Get to the back!"

This rebuke showed no mercy whatsoever.

Xu Xiangdong felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face. He stumbled and swallowed the rest of his words.

His once arrogant face now flushed red and then turned pale. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he was forced to shrink back like a stray dog, retreating several steps in disgrace and hiding in the shadows.

Upon seeing this, Liu Haibo was so frightened that he quickly put the gun back in its holster, lowered his head, and didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Zhou Changhe didn't even glance at Xu Xiangdong again, but turned around and looked at Liang Tiejun with a different expression.

"Old Liang, I'm sorry to have startled you."

Liang Tiejun wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a heavy sigh of relief, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Zhou Changhe then turned his attention to Zhao Shanhe.

He first glanced at Dazhuang, who was covered in blood, and frowned slightly. Then he looked at Zhao Shanhe, his gaze lingering on his face for two seconds, as if he were re-evaluating the man.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke:

"Director Zhao."

"Director Li specifically mentioned you on the phone."

He said you're young, but you're a capable person.

At this point, Zhou Changhe proactively raised his hand and offered it, his tone softening slightly:

I'm sorry to have startled you tonight.

Zhao Shanhe glanced at him before reaching out to shake his hand.

Zhou Changhe's handshake was firm before he continued:

"After receiving the news, Director Li called me immediately."

Just one sentence—

"Stay calm at the hospital for now."

"Human life is at stake; no one is allowed to act recklessly again."

He released his grip after saying this, glanced at Zhao Shanhe again, and spoke in a tone that, while not harsh, carried a hint of advice from an older generation:

"Director Zhao, you can't get things done just by being tough."

"Being tough may intimidate people for a while, but it may not be effective forever."

Zhao Shanhe's face remained expressionless; he simply replied:

"Director Zhou, it's not that I want things to escalate to this point."

"Someone deliberately pushed us to this point."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiangdong, who was hiding in the back, turned pale again.

Zhou Changhe didn't even blink, as if he hadn't heard who was being addressed at all, and simply nodded calmly.

"I know."

"That's why I rushed over!"

He whirled around, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over Liu Haibo, who was still holding his gun, and then over Ma Kui, who was lying on the ground clutching his arm, sweating profusely. His voice suddenly turned cold:

"Put your guns away! Haven't you embarrassed yourselves enough?!"

"From now on, no one in the hospital is allowed to move around. Continue treating the injured, and as for the case, report to the station directly at dawn!"

Liu Haibo felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly stuffed the gun into its holster and didn't even dare to raise his head.

Ma Kui gritted his teeth, his face contorted in pain, but he could only tuck the gun into his chest, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.

Zhou Changhe then turned to look at Xu Xiangdong, his voice icy cold:

"You, stand at the back."

"I'll settle this with you later about tonight."

Xu Xiangdong's back teeth were almost ground to powder. Having just narrowly escaped death, he dared not even breathe loudly, let alone talk back. He could only lower his head and take two steps back, his face as pale as a dead man.

Liang Tiejun's chest heaved violently a few times before he finally managed to catch his breath. But as soon as he looked up and his gaze fell on the blood-red light at the entrance of the emergency room, he felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became hoarse and barely audible.

"Director Zhou, the Hong Kong experts are gone... How can Hongxing Factory continue operating?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the deathly atmosphere that had just been suppressed spread back into the corridor, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Zhou Changhe remained silent for two seconds; he clearly knew that this was the real Achilles' heel.

"Old Liang,"

Zhou Changhe slowly spoke, "Don't worry, there's always a way out. The sky won't fall, the government will find a solution. Go sit on that chair over there for a while, catch your breath, don't let all your old ailments get worse here."

Upon hearing this, Liang Tiejun's chest heaved violently. He instinctively turned his head to look at Zhao Shanhe.

Lately, things have been getting bigger and bigger, and it's long past that he can't handle them all by himself.

Without realizing it, he had developed a habit.

Whenever something big happens, go see Zhao Shanhe first.

As long as that kid is still around, even if he doesn't say a word, it's like having a pillar of support in your heart, so you won't panic.

But at the end of the corridor, there was no one left.

Only the cold wind that rushed in after the hospital doors opened and closed, swirling with snowflakes at the entrance.

In the wind and snow, a tall, cold, and aloof figure had already walked away into the distance.

He didn't even turn his head.