This is the make-up chapter for yesterday, completing the four-chapter, twelve-thousand-word target—Red Sausage delivering on his promise is truly a rare feat. Does everyone still have monthly tickets?

In light of his hard work, perhaps give him a little reward. ..............

Even though the Mayor had personally spoken up, Wang Zhuo remained relentless and unimpressed. “I advise you not to go,” Wang Zhuo scoffed, saying, “Shouldn’t the wise course of action right now be self-preservation?

Such a major incident has occurred in the jurisdiction you oversee; the official in charge should distance himself first, shouldn't he? I overheard the driver say the place has been operating for twenty years—it’s older than I am.

So many mayors and party secretaries haven’t managed to take it down; I’m not optimistic about you.” “You…” Qin Xue was so furious he wanted to slap Wang Zhuo’s infuriating face. What was a slap in the face?

A slap from him wouldn't even qualify; Wang Zhuo’s words were the real humiliation. Pi Shaocong opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

He finally understood that anything he said now would be refuted until he was utterly decimated, only adding trouble for the Boss. This young man had the Old Master supporting him and was currently enraged; he didn't even spare the Boss a glance.

Pi Shaocong decided he should just hold back a few words. “I came here today to see Grandpa Qin for one purpose,” Wang Zhuo stated calmly.

“I don’t care if you are colluding officials, or if this is a deep-seated problem you’re trying to cover up or sweep under the rug; I don’t care. I only ask for one promise: that this has nothing to do with those two.

For any crime, no matter how severe, I will take full responsibility.” “Wang Zhuo, no!” Gan Lin wailed, throwing herself forward to clutch him tightly, crying, “I killed him! I shot him dead.

If they want to arrest someone, let them arrest me. This has nothing to do with you.” “Don’t talk nonsense,” Wang Zhuo shoved her away, fixing his gaze on Qin Xue, not yielding an inch.

“Even if you chose not to pursue this, I would. You cannot take away the courage of the army, nor can you take away the resolve of a common man.

If today’s matter does not conclude with a result that satisfies me, I will return.” With that, he turned and headed for the exit. Qin Xue roared in anger, “What are you doing?” “When a common man is provoked, blood will stain the steps,” Wang Zhuo stopped but didn't turn his head, saying, “If I could enter and leave the Red House, surely I can force my way into the Government Compound.

Whoever is the protective umbrella for the Red House, I want their head!” His onward-rushing momentum even overshadowed the Mayor’s aura. Everyone felt that he genuinely meant it and was capable of carrying it out.

“You, come back here!” Qin Jingzhong shouted, perhaps aggravating his surgical wound, causing him to cough twice. “Dad, calm down,” Qin Xue quickly stepped forward to gently pat his back, glaring fiercely at Wang Zhuo—only to see the back of his head.

“Wang Zhuo, don’t go—” Gan Lin rushed forward through her tears, clinging to Wang Zhuo so tightly she couldn't let go. Xiao Ping and Pi Shaocong instinctively shifted towards the door, ready to restrain this impulsive wild horse at any moment.

Only Qin Siqing sat to the side, her small mouth pursed, muttering something only she could hear: “Is this even real?” After taking a few deep breaths, Qin Jingzhong stared at his son and asked in a heavy voice, “Tell me, what do you intend to do?” “Investigate. Investigate to the very end!” The moment for showing resolve had arrived.

Qin Xue gritted his teeth and declared decisively, “Half of the leadership team in Dongjiang will be dismissed, and those with serious problems will be immediately placed under Shuangguai (detention/investigation).” “What about those who forced decent women into prostitution?” Qin Jingzhong asked with a cold face. “What they did is worse than what the Japanese devils did.

How do you plan to deal with them?” “Strictly and severely,” a sharp glint flashed in Qin Xue’s eyes. “Those with serious offenses will face public trial and execution.” “Good, I’ll wait to watch the executions,” Qin Jingzhong nodded with satisfaction, not looking up as he asked, “Wang Zhuo, are you satisfied now?” “A promise is a promise?” Wang Zhuo inquired.

Pi Shaocong finally couldn’t help himself and asked helplessly, “Mayor Qin has already given his assurance to Old Master Qin, you still don’t believe him?” Wang Zhuo glanced at him and nodded slightly. “Then I will trust you for now.” “Dad, I’m leaving.

Rest well; I’ll call you tomorrow.” Qin Xue stood up, his face cold, and walked toward the door. As he passed Wang Zhuo, he didn't even spare him a look.

Secretary Pi Shaocong hurried forward, hesitated, and then directly tucked the gun into his pocket, thinking that under the current circumstances, leaving fingerprints probably didn't matter anymore. “Take this with you too,” Old Master Qin handed Wang Zhuo’s mobile phone to him.

“What is this?” Pi Shaocong was somewhat confused; he still didn't know what was on the phone. The Old Master waved his hand.

“Take it back and see for yourself. Copy the contents inside, and return the phone to me tomorrow.” Qin Siqing stared at the Apple phone with sparkling, wide eyes.

She then looked at Wang Zhuo and Gan Lin, who were embracing, and couldn't help but speculate with wicked amusement whether there might be some rather revealing photos inside. She shut down her computer, skillfully removed the hard drive, and said to Pi Shaocong, who was holding the phone, “This is the hard drive containing the surveillance footage.

It records forty-eight hours of intense video, completely untouched. Be extremely careful not to drop or bump it.” Pi Shaocong nodded with a wry smile, thinking the little girl must take him for a complete bookworm if she thought he didn't know hard drives were fragile.

Despite his internal thought, he obediently found a small cushion to wrap the hard drive in, tucked it into his coat pocket, patted it, bid farewell to everyone, and headed out. “Stay here tonight; I’ll arrange rooms for you,” Qin Jingzhong had regained his composure and chuckled as if nothing had happened.

The Old Master’s mood shifted quickly; one moment he was furious, and now he was light and carefree. Wang Zhuo couldn’t help but admire him sincerely, thinking that longevity must indeed be connected to a broad mind, as health preservation masters always preached.

“I’ll go make arrangements,” Xiao Ping called out and walked outside. This time, he was completely impressed by Wang Zhuo.

This kid wasn't just strong; he was brave and clever too. He was handsome, a good student, and had transformed from a student hoodlum into a role model.

Amazing! “Wang Zhuo, come sit here,” Qin Jingzhong beckoned with a smile, calling Wang Zhuo and Gan Lin to sit by the bedside.

“Is this your little girlfriend? Not bad.

Why didn’t you introduce her?” “Her name is Gan Lin. She studies Economics at Fudan University; we were high school classmates.” Wang Zhuo smiled as he introduced Gan Lin to Qin Jingzhong, then introduced Qin Jingzhong to Gan Lin: “This Grandpa Qin is an Anti-Japanese War hero and a founding hero of the nation.

The person just now was Mayor Qin Xue of Jiangzhou.” Gan Lin wiped away her tears and greeted Qin Jingzhong somewhat shyly. She had already grasped the identities of Qin Jingzhong and Qin Xue from the conversation, and the anxiety in her heart finally eased by half, knowing the danger had passed.

“This is Qin Siqing; she’s a university peer. She’s only fifteen and was the top scorer in the entire city on the college entrance exam, beating me by ten points—impressive, right?” “Hello, Sister Gan Lin,” Qin Siqing greeted sweetly, showing no airs of a mayor's daughter.

“Sister Gan Lin, your name is lovely. It’s a pity Brother Wang Zhuo’s name can’t be changed to Wang Jiuhan; that would sound too awful.” Gan Lin broke into a tearful smile.

Wang Zhuo was speechless at the name Wang Jiuhan, suddenly associating it with Cheng Tiankun. Splitting Jiuhan apart, he felt a dark line spread across his forehead.

Gan Lin smiled at the woman who had escaped with them and asked, “Sister, what’s your name?” For safety reasons, none of the three had asked each other’s names on the journey. Now that the crisis was over, Gan Lin finally asked.

The woman smiled slightly and said, “My surname is Zhen, the Zhen from Zhen Zidan (Donnie Yen), and my given name is Jin, the Jin from Zhuge Jin.” The name sounded quite scholarly, with both the surname and given name being rare Chinese characters. Gan Lin and Qin Siqing understood, but Wang Zhuo and Qin Jingzhong didn't know how to write the character jin () from Zhuge Jin.

Qin Jingzhong knew who Zhen Zidan was but couldn't recall what the character looked like. “Jin means beautiful jade, right?

That’s a wonderful name too,” Qin Siqing commented simply, though she felt something was a bit strange, as if something wasn't quite right. Gan Lin didn't notice anything, but Wang Zhuo was the first to catch the implication: Zhen Jin sounded like zhēn jǐn ( – meaning truly tight).

If Fatty Long heard this, who knew what vulgar things he might say. He couldn’t help but re-examine the woman.

She wasn't tall, perhaps under 1.6 meters, with a petite figure. The casual T-shirt she bought at the supermarket didn't quite fit her.

Because she had been crying earlier, the powder makeup on her face had streaked into a mess, obscuring her features. She had quickly wiped her face with a wet wipe bought at the supermarket; now, one could see her delicate lips and bright teeth.

Her small, palm-sized face held features as exquisite and tiny as her person—a blend of elegance and subtle allure. “Sister Zhen runs a hair salon.

Those people just rushed in and grabbed her,” Gan Lin explained. “They are really bold,” Qin Siqing gasped in fright, thinking she hoped she never encountered such a situation when she grew up; it was terrifying.

“When they seized me, they told the neighbors next door that I owed them money,” Zhen Jin said with a bitter smile. “That long-faced man who drove the car came to my shop once for a haircut; he probably remembered me from then.

Later, they investigated my background. People like me, struggling alone in Jiangzhou, are the easiest to bully.” “This time they hit bedrock,” Qin Siqing shook her small fist.

“No one who opposes Brother Wang Zhuo ever ends well, right, Brother Wang Zhuo?” Wang Zhuo smiled wryly, shaking his head. “I’m not that formidable.

If your father hadn't helped, I would be on the run now, living as an outlaw.” “Hmph, my Dad deserved it. What was he doing before this?” Qin Siqing scoffed dismissively and said to Wang Zhuo, “Do you know your performance earlier was pretty bad?

I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter. My Dad was so angry he left without even saying goodbye to you.” “Being bad is fine, as long as it works,” Wang Zhuo chuckled, shrugging.

“I couldn't just really run to the District Government building and spill blood, could I? I haven’t lived enough yet.” The four of them looked at him, thinking that with this guy, you really couldn't be sure.

Judging by his demeanor just now, if he suffered some immense injustice, he might actually do it.

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