The middle-aged Jewish man was struck speechless. He clearly had not expected Zhang Heng, who came from the gladiatorial arena, to be so eloquent. The Patrol Team and Soap's gang were obviously joining forces to expand and swallow up territory, provoking conflicts everywhere, yet Zhang Heng had somehow made it sound so righteous.
By Zhang Heng's logic, the Jewish Gang ought to be grateful to the Patrol Team for all its efforts to protect their interests.
The key was that Zhang Heng insisted the Patrol Team's duty was to fight crime. That made their motives entirely different from those of the other factions present. If the Jewish Gang wanted to apply its old rules to the Patrol Team, that was clearly inappropriate.
The middle-aged Jewish man realized this as well. He had prepared plenty of other evidence proving that the Patrol Team had financial dealings with Soap's gang and that the two sides were deeply connected. He had even uncovered the Patrol Team's secret ties to the Anti-Patrol Team Alliance. But as long as Zhang Heng maintained that everything had been done to help the Patrol Team better fulfill its duties, there was no answer to any of it.
So he made a prompt decision. Rather than pursue the subject further, he said directly, "No matter how you try to twist things, you cannot deny that the security situation in the Southeast District has worsened because of what you have done. Everyone's business has been affected."
"As for that, sometimes we have to pay a small price in the present to realize a beautiful vision," Zhang Heng said.
The moment those words left his mouth, a chorus of boos erupted. The statement sounded utterly shameless. Everyone had been living perfectly well already, even without any beautiful vision, so why should