radicalducati Chapter 76 Gandhi: I didn't carry out the assassination, I'm innocent!
Chapter 76 Gandhi: I didn't carry out the assassination, I'm innocent!
Chapter 76 Gandhi: I didn't carry out the assassination, I'm innocent!
Looking at Xiao Sai's miserable state, Zhu Wanfang was slightly stunned.
Just moments ago, Xiao Sa was so arrogant, demanding that she take off her clothes, but in just a few minutes, he's been beaten to a pulp.
Chen Fan looked Zhu Wanfang up and down. She was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender figure and a pure and pretty face. She had a little bit of baby fat, and her eyebrows revealed the unique innocence of a young girl. Well, okay, Zhu Wanfang hadn't fully developed in terms of appearance or figure yet.
"You have clothes but aren't wearing them? Do you have some serious illness?"
Seeing the other person standing there dumbfounded, clutching their clothes, Chen Fan couldn't help but tease them.
"I'm not, I—"
Zhu Wanfang came to her senses and was about to explain, but when she thought of Chen Fan's ruthlessness, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and hurriedly put on her school uniform.
"Hey pretty girl, how much do you owe him?"
"100,000—bail, I—"
Before Zhu Wanfang could finish speaking, Chen Fan interrupted her, saying, "Even if that bastard had ten lives, he couldn't repay me for what he owes me. You owe him, which means you owe me too."
I just saved your life again, and I won't force you to pay with your life. Let's settle for 30 million. You now owe me 30.1 million, understand?
"ah?!"
Zhu Wanfang was dumbfounded.
She considers 100,000 yuan an astronomical sum; if you valued her in gold, you couldn't even scrape together 30 million.
"What, you want to renege on your debt?"
"No—no, it's just that I—I can't pay it back."
"If you can't pay me back, then work for me for the rest of your life."
Chen Fan is not a great philanthropist; everything comes at a price.
His appearance was enough to change the other party's fate, so losing 30 million was quite reasonable.
If she comes to her senses in the future, not only will she not have to pay back the 30 million, but she can also get a powerful backer for free.
"Brother Fan, what should we do with these bastards?"
Ahua came to Chen Fan's side and asked.
Chen Fan said calmly, "Take Xiao Sa away, and cripple the rest of them."
"They have hands and feet, yet they stay home and behave like good children. Instead, they insist on going out and messing around with some shady characters. Cutting them off will bring them to their senses."
A simple beating won't teach you a profound lesson. Once you're healed, you'll definitely repeat the same mistake and go after other gangsters.
Losing your hands and feet will save your life; at worst, you'll be a cripple.
Ah Hua and Dongguan Boy chuckled and ordered their men to grab sticks and cripple each of their hands and feet.
The sounds of bones cracking and screams of agony rose and fell.
As Xiaosai, whose testicles had been blown open, listened to the wailing sounds around him, his heart sank. He was now completely doomed.
If he had known Chen Fan was so ruthless, he would never have listened to Smiling Tiger's orders to test Chen Fan's bottom line.
Despite the pain in his groin, Xiao Sa asked, "Brother Fan—Brother Fan, can I atone for my crime by doing good deeds?"
Chen Fan glanced at him and said coldly, "The loser has no right to negotiate. Speak your mind, or shut up."
"I know the Smiling Tiger's warehouse. Let me go, and I'll tell you its location right now."
"Damn it, can't you understand human language? Crack his bones one by one with your fingers, I want to see if this beast can understand human language at all."
Upon hearing this, Dongguan Boy personally selected a steel baseball bat and came to Xiaosai.
One of the henchmen, with keen insight, pulled his hand away from where he had been covering his crotch.
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! It's at 3A5, Block 2, Hing Chung Building, Chung Hau Street, Ho Man Tin."
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Xiao Sa no longer dared to have even the slightest thought of bargaining.
These lunatics are truly capable of killing!
The Dongguan boy, who had already raised his baseball bat, couldn't help but look at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan waved his hand, instructing his men to write down the family information of those who had lost limbs and then leave.
Recording these people's information is simple; they can quickly communicate with anyone who dares to call the police.
Don't worry about how we communicate, as long as it's fast and solves the problem, that's all that matters.
On the way home, Chen Fan explained the arrangements to Zhu Wanfang. She would definitely continue her studies, and he would also transfer her to another school. Southeast Middle School was too chaotic and not suitable for someone like her.
Uncle Da's previous job at Edinburgh High School was pretty good. They could just have Uncle Da contact the school, give them some money, and they could get someone in within a year.
During that year, Zhu Wanfang had to work part-time at a clothing store in her spare time.
A year later, Zhu Wanfang will either continue her studies if she gets into university, or work honestly if she doesn't.
Of course, Chen Fan also contacted Chen Tianyi to ask how to deal with the two policemen who had tricked Zhu Wanfang into recognizing people.
Knowing full well that identifying Zhu Wanfang would bring retaliation from Xiaosai's gang, these two guys conspired to trick Zhu Wanfang into identifying Xiaosai's henchman in order to close the case. Afterwards, when Zhu Wanfang needed protection, they disappeared without a trace.
They don't care about witness protection at all; they're completely unfit to be police officers.
Xiao Sa's revenge on Zhu Wanfang was already a fait accompli when he took Zhu Wanfang away from the middle school gate in front of so many people.
With a few more testimonies from students and teachers, Chen Tianyi could get those two irresponsible bastards fired.
"Fan Ge's warehouse is in a residential building. If we use guns, we might get into trouble."
Watching Zhu Wanfang go upstairs, Ahua finally spoke the words that had been weighing on his mind.
"If you can't handle us, then let the cops investigate. You contact Uncle Tat to handle it; he knows how to play the game and distance himself from us."
"If you have time tonight, ask that dashing guy again and see if you can get any other juicy gossip out of him. If you can't get anything else, just send him to fill the sea."
If it weren't for the trouble that leaving a corpse behind would cause, Chen Fan would have killed Xiao Sa on the rooftop of Tanglou earlier.
10 PM.
Chung Hau Street, Ho Man Tin.
Dressed in casual clothes, Huang Bingyao looked up and glanced at Xingzhong Building 2.
"Attention all units: Do not fire indiscriminately in residential areas; ensure the safety of residents."
"Second team, keep an eye on the rear window of 3A05. If one target gets away, the whole team will guard the pond!"
"Anyone in the other groups who messes up will have to go and guard the pond!"
"The assault team, get ready to speak."
Huang Bingyao's voice rang out repeatedly on the police communication channel.
The one in charge of the assault was none other than Ma Jun, that violent madman.
Wearing the bulletproof vest and gripping the riot shield, he stood at the doorway, ready to charge in.
The second group, led by Chen Guozhong, kept a close watch on the windows.
The final replacement team was naturally directed by Huang Bingyao himself.
A shotgun was used to force open the door, and tear gas and smoke grenades were thrown into the house.
The Dongxing underlings, who were originally mixing wall plaster and sorting goods inside, were choked by the fumes and scrambled to the windows.
One dog head after another poked out of the window, greedily breathing in the fresh air outside.
An officer from the third team, who was on lookout duty, saw this and immediately reported his discovery.
Huang Bingyao quickly issued the order to launch a strong attack and capture the enemy alive.
When Ma Jun attacked, the enemy was either killed or maimed. He used the riot shields as steel plates and pounded them with them. The beating lasted for more than ten minutes. The seven Dongxing henchmen inside the house had bruises and swelling on their faces, which was considered a minor injury. The more serious ones were lying on the ground with bloodied heads, their life hanging in the balance.
Seeing the situation at the scene, Huang Bingyao couldn't help but reprimand, "You're police officers, not violent freaks. Do you know that doing this will make me write many reports?"
Ma Jun lowered his head in shame. He rushed in wearing a gas mask and saw the table covered in white powder. His righteous indignation made it impossible for him to stop.
"Alright, third group, clean up the scene."
After giving his orders, Huang Bingyao led the assault team out of the scene. Before cleaning up, the cleanup team held the hands of the Tung Sing underlings and fired at the corridor of the house. Ma Jun held a riot shield against the wall, and several bullets hit it.
In order to write fewer reports and to gain more credit, Huang Bingyao had no choice but to do this.
Anyway, nobody will believe the testimonies of these East Star underlings.
Sands Nightclub.
"Brother Fan, everything's done. Deng Zhiyong has received the Good Citizen Award again."
Upon receiving Huang Bingyao's notification that the operation had been successfully completed, Cao Dahua immediately contacted Chen Fan to share the good news.
"The goods in that 'Smiling Tiger's' hideout are worth at least 20 million."
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Well done."
Twenty million is enough to make the smiling tiger feel the pinch for a while.
If we take over his only territory tomorrow night, Chen Fan will make the Smiling Tiger cry himself to sleep in the bathroom.
"Brother Fan, Ni Jia Gandhi is here. He specifically asked to see you."
At this moment, Ruby pushed open the door and came to Chen Fan's side.
"Hey, this old guy's actually quite obedient."
Chen Fan was surprised that Gandhi would actually dare to come looking for him.
He had someone spread the word that it was just a formality, and that he would deal with the Smiling Tiger and the Vietnamese gang before rightfully settling scores with Gandhi. He never expected that this honest man would actually come.
After waiting for Gandhi for nearly half an hour, Chen Fan finally arrived at the private room where Gandhi was.
"Brother Gandhi, I ran into a rabid dog that bit me on the way here. It took me a while to teach that beast a lesson. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."
Gandhi, cigar in mouth, tilted his head and said, "Hua Daofan, where are my men?"
Seeing the other party's arrogant attitude, Chen Fan coldly said, "He's contributing to the size of Hong Kong Island. Are you trying to emulate Gandhi?"
"You dare kill my men?"
Gandhi slammed his fist on the table and glared angrily at Chen Fan.
"You dare break the rules I set? I'll make him do land reclamation work. You should thank me for giving that good-for-nothing a life that has some value!"
"You're fucking asking for it!"
Upon hearing their boss's angry rebuke, the Ni family henchmen in the private room all reached into their clothes.
Judging from that posture, it's obvious he's about to draw his gun.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his wrist, eight steel balls flew out of his hand. Then, he grabbed Gandhi's head and slammed it heavily onto the table.
boom!
The glass table shattered instantly.
Before Gandhi could even react, everything went black and he fainted.
The four henchmen who were about to draw their guns all had broken hands, and their Black Star pistols fell to the ground.
"#!"
"I called you 'brother,' and you really think you're something special."
Chen Fan knocked out the few wailing Ni family underlings, grabbed one of them by the hand, picked up the Black Star that had fallen to the ground, and fired a shot at the spot where the man had been sitting.
"Brother Fan!"
Upon hearing the gunshot, Ahua, who was waiting outside, quickly led his men to break down the door.
"What's the panic?"
Chen Fan wiped away any fingerprints that might be stuck to the gun and calmly handed it back to his underling.
Ahua asked anxiously, "Brother Fan, are you alright?"
"What could possibly be wrong with me?"
"Send these good-for-nothings to dog cages."
"Ahua, go outside and find a few people from other gangs to come in. Tell them that Gandhi sent people to assassinate me, and that they have guns, shell casings, and bullet holes as proof."
"Also, contact the Ni family and tell them that if they want to ransom their child, they need to bring over 50 million; otherwise, they can expect to be collecting Gandhi's corpse!"
He had originally planned to take some money from this guy's pocket tonight, then temporarily set aside this grudge and wait for Ni Kun to be killed by Liu Jianming before settling the score.
Unfortunately, this bastard is not very bright. He even dared to threaten people with a gun on someone else's turf. With that kind of IQ, he deserves to be cheated on and scammed.
Gandhi: Listen to this, listen to this, is this even human language?
Gandhi: I didn't do anything, my men were just reacting. If you're so capable, wait until I wake up and confront them face to face!
Gandhi: I'm fucking wronged!
Ahua was very efficient; in no time, he subtly attracted several guests from other gangs to the private room.
With witnesses and physical evidence at hand, the news that Gandhi's men had gone straight to Chen Fan's lair to kill him spread like wildfire.
Chen Fan entered the private room alone to meet Gandhi, while Gandhi was accompanied by four bodyguards.
Most of the customers heard the gunshot, and the bullet is still stuck on the sofa in the private room.
The assassination scene, with its impeccable chain of evidence, almost certainly confirms the incident.
As for how Chen Fan dealt with the five armed assassins, no one can say for sure, but there were steel balls on the floor of the private room!
There were exactly eight, no more and no less, and the four gunmen were dragged away with their arms hanging limply to the ground.
Negotiations failed, so Gandhi resorted to assassination. This time, Gandhi was in deep trouble.
Not long after Chen Fan returned to the villa, he received a call from Jiang Tiansheng.
"Mr. Jiang, is there anything I can do for you so late?"
"Afan, I just heard you were assassinated by Gandhi. Were you injured?"
"That shot missed. Even if it had hit, my inner lining had been modified with steel plates inserted as a bulletproof vest, so Gandhi and his men couldn't do anything to me. Instead, they were the ones who were subdued by me."
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Chen Fan casually made up a steel plate bulletproof vest.
A bulletproof suit is ultimately a bit too much for the underworld of Hong Kong; a low-cost, homemade steel plate bulletproof vest is much more practical.
Jiang Tiansheng breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're alright. The gang will handle this matter and demand an explanation from the Ni family. Keep a low profile for now and keep a few of your underlings with you."
"Mr. Jiang, I know what to do."
"Well, Gandhi is still one of the five leaders of the Ni family. He can't die, or you'll be in big trouble. What are your demands?"
"The Ni family should pay me at least 50 million, and I also want half of Gandhi's territory. Otherwise, I will pry open Gandhi's mouth and reveal all the Ni family secrets he knows!"
If possible, I hope that when you are talking to Ni Kun, you will remind him to contact Lao Xu of Xinji and ask why Xinji admitted defeat.
I know all of Ni Kun's direct bloodline members—thirteen in total—and his illegitimate son who was kicked out of the police force.
Upon hearing Chen Fan's request, Jiang Tiansheng felt a wave of dizziness and nearly fainted from fright.
This kid is really crazy!
However, the fact that Ni Kun has an illegitimate son who wants to be a policeman is quite a juicy story. We can chat about it with others and complain about it when we have time in the future.
People who are out in the world all want their children to become doctors or lawyers; very few would let them become government employees.
You can't just wait until your children are employed and then bring people to betray you and send you away for further studies, can you?