"What does that Tang guy mean by this?"
"We all figured he was covering something up." Jiang Ke's Internal Affairs Bureau intelligence source, a mid-level figure who was currently at the operation site, was equally bewildered. "Didn't something happen at that Logistics Park today? Maybe Sugar Uncle felt humiliated and wanted to win back some face..."
He was embarrassed? Then what did that make me?
Jiang Ke subconsciously touched the holster at his waist, his expression turning ugly. The Other Side could not see it and continued, "I heard he slammed the table during the meeting—really slammed it, smashed the thing to pieces—and then tore Old Yue apart. Luckily, Old Yue was attending a meeting in the city. Otherwise, he might've thrown a teacup right in his face this time..."
"That worked him up that much?"
"Looks like his transfer and promotion are basically dead in the water. This is retaliation now."
"Who's he retaliating against?"
"The Public Security Department, of course."
"Huh?"
"I've really seen it all now. The subordinate Security Teams probably had ties with the surrounding gangs, black-market merchants, and smuggling bosses. When everyone swarmed in this time, someone was definitely going to smooth things over. But right after people were released, the ones who authorized their release got detained. The Riot Squad and Anti-Smuggling Squad did it... I saw it with my own eyes twice, and I've heard no fewer than twenty similar reports. Some people are already making a fuss. So this whole operation is a Seven Injuring Fist? Who the hell is going to play along with him after this?"
Jiang Ke listened in a daze. He truly found it hard to believe.
Yes, he found it impossible to believe that a man with such an air of ease could do something so mad