harleyscars Chapter 89 Is there no law left?
Chapter 89 Is there no law left?
Ah Jian quickly said.
"No way, Brother Qiang, this policy is already very cheap."
Big Strong's expression froze for a moment before he explained.
Money is not a problem.
He patted his face as he spoke.
"It's about face, face!"
"oh oh."
Ah Jian quickly said.
"Alright, Brother Qiang, you don't need to say anything more. It's definitely not going to be cheap."
"But you definitely have face to save."
"I'll send you three months' worth of insurance premiums; I'll pay for it myself."
......
in the afternoon.
Jinhui Auto Sales.
Zhang Jinhui's buttocks had barely touched his genuine leather boss's chair when he hadn't even felt a trace of warmth.
The secretary rushed in again, her face as white as if she had seen a ghost.
"Boss, something's happened again!"
The secretary's voice was trembling.
Zhang Jinhui's brow twitched suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged up.
"What happened now?"
He's exhausted from dealing with the ransom today.
"There were...dozens of drivers who were beaten and injured, and their cars were smashed!"
The secretary barely dared to look him in the eye.
"What?!"
Zhang Jinhui jumped up from the chair.
"Who did this?!"
He didn't wait for his secretary's reply, nor did he need to, and strode towards the parking lot.
The sight before him made his temples throb.
Dozens of red taxis were parked together, some with shattered windows, and most with dents and scratches.
Even worse off were the drivers, all of them bruised and battered, some clutching their arms, some limping, huddled together sighing and groaning.
"What happened?"
He walked between them and asked, suppressing his anger.
"Boss, we don't know either!"
A driver called out.
"We were just driving along peacefully when a few guys came up and beat us up."
"You really don't know?"
Zhang Jinhui narrowed his eyes, his gaze suspicious.
"Really...really!"
The driver patted his chest confidently, but then winced in pain as the injury aggravated.
"However... those guys also said they should be more careful driving in Wan Chai from now on!"
"Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you."
Wan Chai.
As soon as these two keywords appeared, Zhang Jinhui thought of the fat man he had met today, and the warning the man had given him before leaving.
What are the characteristics of these people?
"He was...he was really fierce, and he had tattoos..."
Dongxing!
It really is Tung Sing!
A surge of anger suddenly shot up Zhang Jinhui's forehead.
Tolerable or unbearable!
Do they really think Jinhui Auto Shop is an easy target?
He's starting to think he's going to fight to the death. If things continue like this, will he even be able to drive anymore?
Just then, several drivers who had just come to relieve their shifts walked into the parking lot.
Seeing this horrific scene, they were all so shocked that they opened their mouths wide and gasped.
"What's wrong with you all?"
"Don't even mention it."
The driver, whose mouth was bleeding, replied irritably.
"I was targeted for revenge today!"
"Wow, so many people are being targeted for revenge at the same time?"
The driver on the next shift found it unbelievable.
"Wait a moment!"
Zhang Jinhui suddenly turned his head and glanced at the several unharmed shift change drivers.
"You guys, driving around Wan Chai today too?"
The drivers on shift were taken aback by his question.
"Yes, boss, what's wrong?"
"Then how come you're all alright?!"
Zhang Jinhui pressed him for answers.
"How...how would we know?"
The drivers on the changeover were baffled by the question and looked at each other in confusion.
"Are we supposed to be in trouble?"
Zhang Jinhui's eye twitched violently.
That's a rather silly question.
But no... In a flash, an idea struck him.
He turned around abruptly, staring intently at the driver who had initially complained, his eyes sharp.
"you--"
Zhang Jinhui spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice icy cold.
"Did they rip us off again today?"
"Still refusing passengers? Picking and choosing customers?!"
"No...no, boss!"
The driver's eyes immediately began to dart away, his voice became weak, and he unconsciously took a small step back.
With just this subtle movement and expression, Zhang Jinhui understood everything.
"I'll fuck you to the core!"
Zhang Jinhui's pent-up anger exploded instantly, and he pointed at his nose and cursed loudly.
"Didn't I tell you all to keep your tails between your legs during this time?!"
"You're determined to ignore what I say and try to sow discord between me and others, aren't you?!"
His chest heaved violently as his gaze swept over all the injured drivers.
"Listen up! The company won't pay a single penny for medical expenses or car repairs this time. You'll have to figure it out yourselves!"
"If this happens again, pack your bags and get out of here!"
After saying that, he didn't look at these "good-for-nothings" guys again, his face ashen, and turned to leave.
He now sees through it all: those guys from Tung Sing specifically target dishonest drivers!
What the heck?
Gangsters upholding justice?!
Just as I reached the office door, the secretary approached me like a ghost.
Zhang Jinhui gets a headache whenever he sees her now.
"What is it now?"
"Boss, the owner of Zhida Auto Dealership is calling."
"understood."
Zhang Jinhui took a deep breath, rubbed his throbbing temples, returned to his office, and picked up the receiver that was on his desk.
"Feed?"
"Old Zhang, did any drivers in your area get beaten up? And their cars get smashed too?"
"yes."
Zhang Jinhui was not surprised to hear Chen Zhida's words.
They were brothers in misfortune.
"Damn it! Those bastards from Tung Sing!"
Chen Zhida started cursing on the other end of the phone.
"How are we supposed to do business after this?!"
"I'm going to the Wan Chai Police Station to report a crime, are you coming or not?!"
"I'm not going."
Zhang Jinhui replied crisply and decisively.
"Okay, let's go now... Wait, aren't you coming?!"
Chen Zhida's roar stopped abruptly, and he said in disbelief.
"You don't want to do it anymore?"
"Go ahead and do it, why aren't you?"
Zhang Jinhui's tone remained calm.
"But would calling the police even help?"
"They're from Tung Sing."
He explained his reasoning in a gentle and tactful way.
"One of the largest triad societies on Hong Kong Island."
"Even if you call the police, what's wrong with arresting a few thugs and locking them up for a few days?"
"The moment you leave the police station, they'll be coming after you. Where do you think you're going?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, with only Chen Zhida's heavy breathing remaining.
"Oh shit!"
After a long pause, Chen Zhida finally managed to utter a curse filled with helplessness.
"Is there no law anymore? Is there no justice?!"
"Damn it!"
He cursed again, then seemed to have thought of another idea, his voice becoming excited again.
"My driver will stop driving in Wan Chai from now on. Let's see what he can do to me then!"
"Not very good."
Zhang Jinhui casually poured cold water on the situation.
"If you tell all drivers not to go to Wan Chai, then Wan Chai's customer base and market are essentially being given away for free."
"And do you think they won't find you just because you're hiding?"
"Then what do you suggest we do?!"
Chen Zhida's voice turned into a furious roar.
"Am I supposed to go and tell those drivers that from now on they all have to act like saints, and that they're not allowed to refuse passengers or negotiate fares?!"
"Will they listen to me if I tell them?"
"We told them not to protest at the police station, but they still got taken away by the Tung Sing gang!"
"Besides, if we do it this way, who's happy with less income?!"
In short
Chen Zhida impatiently issued an ultimatum.
"I'm going to call the police right now!"
"I'm asking you one last time, Zhang Jinhui, are you going or not?!"
"I'm not going."
Zhang Jinhui's answer was resolute, still those two words.
"Click!"
Without another word, the person on the other end slammed the phone down, and the dial tone came through harshly.
Zhang Jinhui shook his head; there were some things he didn't want to remind his old rival of.
These gangsters from Tung Sing are too wicked. Who has ever seen such righteous gangsters?
He believes that Tung Sing is playing a long game.
Perhaps their withdrawal from the Wan Chai market, leaving Wan Chai residents without taxis, is exactly what Tung Sing wanted!
The next day, cars bearing the Tung Sing logo would be everywhere on Wan Chai Street.
Call the police?
quit?
In Zhang Jinhui's view, these were all foolish moves that hastened death.
If we actually do that, Tung Sing's retaliation will likely come even faster and more ruthlessly.
But... if we don't fight back, are we just going to sit here and wait to die, watching the drivers get beaten up one by one, and the business get worse day by day?
He slumped back into his chair, rubbing his face vigorously with both hands.
After a long while, he stopped rubbing, supported himself on the table with both hands, and slowly stood up.
The initial confusion and fear in his eyes were replaced by a desperate and ruthless determination.
We can't just wait to die.
He was prepared to take a big gamble.