517: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!
(Day 1.3 support requested!)_2 517: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!
(Day 1.3 support requested!)_2 He took down Elder Jia with a trip, grabbed a chair, and smashed it down onto his shins.
Elder Jia struggled desperately, shouting for help, but this was a regular gathering place for both legitimate and underworld figures, with the private rooms featuring soundproofing of exceptional caliber.
Looking at Elder Jia’s struggle, CEO Cheng felt an unwarranted wave of nausea.
He was repulsed by these things, but he was just an ordinary entrepreneur reborn, lacking any amazing system or powerful backing.
In the ga of power, he, Mi’er, and Gru were all marginalized characters.
He had the advantage of information, but only for five years; every opportunity after 2018 was incredibly precious, and he had to advance by any ans necessary.
Elder Jia, lend your head for a mont.
“Alright, that’s enough, just break it and drag him away.”
CEO Cheng halted Eris from inflicting further harm and turned to enter the tunnel.
Walking in the dimly lit tunnel, Cheng Daqi’s thoughts were in turmoil.
The darkness of the tunnel, the constricted space, reminded Cheng Daqi of the world he inhabited, evoking many thoughts.
Ti, a core issue in contemporary physics and philosophy, was an ‘illusion’ that could never be fully grasped.
From the perspective of phenonology, people in contemporary society often inexplicably feel a certain indescribable ‘stagnation.’
Within this ‘stagnation,’ the future beca a lovely anticipation.
People infinitely yearned for the future, for progress, for change.
But now, these things have beco unclear and distant.
People seed trapped in an eternal present.
Many in contemporary society, including the intellectuals, seed to have lost the ability to imagine the future.
Cheng Daqi was a traveler against the currents of ti; he had seen the stagnant future, a future with no answers.
He was confused; he felt powerless; he wanted to cry out, but yelling could not awaken those in the iron house.
Fire was needed.
Walking in the darkness of the tunnel, CEO Cheng began to imagine, at this critical mont of the hunt, his thoughts took flight to a sky beyond his control.
Though he moved through the darkness, through the tunnel, his heart had long since departed from the reality he detested.
Gradually, the winding tunnel ca to an end.
Warm yellow light began to appear at the end of the tunnel, seemingly dusk, dawn, the ‘future.’
Cheng Daqi reined in his irrelevant musings.
Perhaps, I shall bring dusk, but after dusk, the night will nurture the dawn.
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At the end of the tunnel lay a secret room, where Gru was already waiting.
He was to play the role of today’s big boss.
As a mber of Arica’s shareholder families, Mi’er’s identity was unique; she could connect those shareholders and facilitate Gru’s acceptance by Niu Sen.
But the power she directly controlled wasn’t sufficient.
Cheng Daqi’s abilities and intelligence were exceptional, and he had the advantage of information, but he lacked persuasiveness.
Therefore, Mr.
Gru beca the ‘man behind the scenes.’
The LAPD chief, one of the controllers of the West Coast’s second city in Arica, wasn’t high in the order of power but wielded a sharp knife.
That was enough.
Butchering a pig wasn’t that complicated: catching it, killing it, dividing the at, that was all.
Accountant Jia had backers?
The entire family of the great sage Daluo had been purged; who could be more powerful behind Accountant Jia?
In Hua Country, who would dare take him in as a dog?
As for Arica, heh.
“Chan, you finally made it, any complications?”
Mr.
Gru had already prepared wine, today he was to entertain his ‘new friend.’
“No issues, the guy had so sense of humor; Eris gave him quite the tuning up.”
Cheng Daqi replied simply, the West Coast agent erged from the tunnel—dragging Accountant Jia behind him as if he were a dead dog.
Accountant Jia’s left leg had been broken, and during Eris’s dragging, his clothes had beco filthy and tattered, a far cry from his usual dignity.
To destroy a man’s will, start by destroying his body and persona.
Gru looked at CEO Cheng with approval and then, with a serious expression, cursed.
“Fuck, Eris, did water get into your brain?
How dare you treat my friend like this!”
The top dirty cop, the bane of justice Mr.
Gru, personally went over to Accountant Jia, helped him up, and even considerately patted the dust off his body.
Accountant Jia, with one leg broken, was utterly despondent; he wouldn’t have believed CEO Cheng’s and Gru’s little act under normal circumstances.
But to soone trapped in the despair of death, Mr.
Gru’s ‘kindness’ was like the holy light of hope.
“Whimper…I…I…”
Accountant Jia couldn’t verbalize his thoughts; he understood that Eris was a wolf, Cheng Daqi was a wolf, and those behind them were definitely wolves, likely the alpha.
But what could he hope for?
He simply wept silently, not even daring to cry out loud.
“Eris, you go up first and keep an eye on things.
Thanks for the trouble.”
Cheng Daqi sent Eris away; the following conversation was not for him to hear; it was crucial to maintain this posture, especially today—to clarify one’s place.
Eris’s place indeed wasn’t high—if need be, Jax could mold him into any shape.
With the West Coast agent gone, CEO Cheng feigned concern.
“Elder Jia, Eris is no good; he ca up through the gangs, too narrow-minded.
I was only joking, yet he broke your leg.
If you want to sue him, Mr.
Gru and I both support you.”
Accountant Jia glared bitterly at Cheng Daqi, understanding that after eting with Gru today, there was no turning back.
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