Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: Cutting Off One’s Own Tail
Kanyue City is a city that never sleeps. Even at ten at night, the lights are still blazing and the streets are buzzing.
Normally at this hour, there are a lot of people, but the traffic on the road isn’t that heavy. Aside from holidays, traffic jams are rare.
But tonight, something extremely bizarre happened.
All the big and small roads around the arena plaza were jammed solid. There were one or two traffic accidents at every major intersection. No one was hurt, but the roads were completely blocked.
This kind of asshole move wasn’t done by anyone else, but by the infamous underworld thief—Scarface Monkey.
Cao Cao once said: I’d rather betray the world than let the world betray me.
Scarface Monkey felt this line fit him perfectly. As long as he could catch that bunch of scumbags causing trouble tonight, it’d all be worth it. Who cared how long the roads stayed jammed. He didn’t believe they could still get away with the roads like this—unless they could fly.
Buzz buzz~
The phone on the side vibrated a couple of times. Scarface Monkey picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, grinned smugly, and then answered.
"Got them all, right?"
The brothers he sent out tonight were all top-notch fighters. Catching a dozen or so people should’ve been a piece of cake.
"Monkey, bro... we caught sixteen. One guy on a motorcycle escaped through a residential complex, the brothers are chasing him right now. And another one moves like he knows some Lightweight Skill—one jump is as high as the second floor. The brothers are on his tail too."
Scarface Monkey’s brows furrowed. This was not the result he wanted. The men he sent tonight were the elite of the elite!
"Our guys okay?" Scarface Monkey asked in a low voice.
"Two dead, eight seriously injured. The rest are more or less banged up."
"What?!"
Hearing the news, Scarface Monkey sat up straight in agitation, his face darkening like a sky full of storm clouds. He couldn’t accept casualties like this—for what was supposed to be just catching a dozen people.
"Monkey, bro, those guys are better fighters than our brothers. If we hadn’t used guns, we probably wouldn’t have caught any of them."
Scarface Monkey let out a long breath and said, "Got it. Lock the ones you caught up at HQ first. We’ll wait for Brother Yong to come back and handle it."
Scarface Monkey was actually much older than Wu Yong, but in this society, seniority isn’t about age. With Wu Yong’s current standing, everyone in Black Gold has to call him Brother Yong.
"Got it!"
...
Lin Tian didn’t really care about what was happening outside tonight. He believed Wu Yong could handle it just fine.
After the concert ended, he rushed Liou Qingcheng back to the villa next to the Medical University, and they had fun all night. If his body weren’t so robust, his waist probably wouldn’t be able to straighten up.
It wasn’t until lunchtime the next day that Wu Yong finally called. The kid had gotten smarter—he knew Lin Tian was with Liou Qingcheng, and there was no way he’d have time to answer calls at other hours.
"Tian, two got away," Wu Yong said over the phone.
"Only two?" Lin Tian was a little surprised. This was way beyond his expectations. The guys the Wang Family sent were too damn useless. They were Cultivators after all, and they still got caught this many.
Wu Yong, however, sounded bitter, and even his words carried that taste, "We paid a steep price too. Two brothers dead, a whole bunch seriously injured..."
At that point, Wu Yong fell silent. Too many brothers from Black Gold had died lately. If this kept up, they wouldn’t need outsiders to do anything—no one would dare keep working this high-risk job.
Lin Tian was silent for quite a while as well before he finally said, "Give more compensation to the families. And the brothers at the arena also did good work—reward whoever should be rewarded."
"I know. As for those we caught, we did what you said—crippled their hands and feet and sent them to the station. With the extra evidence we planted, I doubt these guys will ever get out."
The corners of Lin Tian’s mouth curled up into a smile. He was very satisfied with this outcome.
Over the past while, nearly twenty Black Gold bodyguards and clients had been killed in a string of assassinations. Even the police couldn’t find any evidence, and it was about to turn into a cold case.
But Lin Tian was one hundred percent sure the Wang Family was behind it.
Dealing with it was simple—now that he’d caught a batch of them, just dump them in the station. No evidence? Easy, just fabricate some. Even if they weren’t the ones who actually did the killing, there’s a phrase called "unable to clear their name even with a hundred mouths."
These more than ten vicious murder cases were being watched by the whole country. Once the suspects were thrown in, Lin Tian didn’t even need to use any connections. The Wang Family wouldn’t be able to pull them out, and they wouldn’t even dare speak a word in their defense.
What the Wang Family could do now was imitate a gecko cutting off its tail—sever all ties with the "murderers," dump all the charges on them as acting on their own, and insist it had nothing to do with the Ancient Martial the Wang Family.
The Celestial Dragon Continent is a country governed by the rule of law. Every homicide case gets massive attention, let alone a string of more than ten consecutive killings.
Before, they stayed hidden and were never found out. But now it was different—the people had been handed over to the police. If the trail pointed back to the Wang Family, this century-old clan would be headed for ruin.
As humiliating and face-slapping as it was, they had no other choice!
Maybe the Wang Family never expected Lin Tian to play this kind of move, coming at them so suddenly that no one had time to react.
Trading a dozen lives and some face just to smear Black Gold—was that worth it?
Some thought it wasn’t. The bigger the family, the more they cared about face. Not to mention this mess would bring serious negative impact to the entire Wang Family. You might escape the death penalty, but you wouldn’t escape punishment.
Others felt it was worth it. After all, the Wang Family’s "face" had long since been torn apart by Lin Tian. Not only were they ostracized by all the other ancient martial clans, they’d also lost a pivotal position in the political arena. And Black Gold was obviously extremely important to Lin Tian; with a bit more pressure, wiping it out by the roots wasn’t impossible.
"There should be a lot of news badmouthing our company today, right?" Lin Tian asked casually.
Wu Yong let out a soft sigh. "There’s always been a lot of that sort of news. What happened last night even got extra coverage. I just heard some people talking about it—got annoyed and didn’t bother reading."
After a pause, Wu Yong added, "Want me to have Hawkeye hack and wipe all those news pieces?"
Lin Tian gave a wry smile. "What’s the point of wiping them? Everyone already knows. We’ve sent the people to the police; once the results come out, the truth will naturally come to light. Haul the killers to justice—that explains everything."
"Alright," Wu Yong agreed.
"Oh right, there’s a lot of news about Jiang Pan Die too, yeah?" Lin Tian asked.
"Yeah, quite a bit. Some good, some bad. The good is all about how great her designs are. As for public opinion, there’s plenty. With so many ’accidents’ last night, those people with pens have tons of material to write about," Wu Yong said.
"Leave that to Hawkeye."
"Heh heh, sure thing."
