Zhang Hao's mind was in turmoil.
He could not understand why the situation had taken such a sudden, utterly unexpected turn for the worse.
Choosing tonight to offer money and women had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Whether Zhou Yi accepted or not, he had come anyway, bringing his sincerity right to the man's doorstep.
Unfortunately, Zhou Yi had rejected that sincerity without hesitation, leaving him no choice but to pull a gun to threaten him.
Years of throwing his weight around Changning City had long since molded Zhang Hao into an arrogant tyrant who feared nothing and answered to no one.
Don't talk to him about "illegal possession or concealment of firearms and ammunition"! What the hell was that? Could you eat it?
Drawing a gun to threaten a Public Security Director came as naturally to him as eating and drinking.
He had used this very approach-courtesy first, force second-to threaten Deputy Procurator-General He Yinghui, former Public Security Director Yang Zhiyuan, and others.
It had never failed!
At the sight of his pistol, those men had either gone pale or started trembling. Yang Zhiyuan had held up somewhat better, but even he had been forced to swallow the humiliation and submit in silence.
Nothing like the man before him, who had rolled up his sleeves and fucking gone straight at him without another word!
Now, hearing, "You think you can bluff me in a situation like this? You couldn't have done it back then, either!" Zhang Hao could not help having a very strange thought.
You're a fucking Public Security Director. How the hell do you act more like a mob boss than I do?
When Feng Dehui, He Yinghui, Tian Libo, and Gong Zheng returned to the private room, they were greeted by a scene that nearly crashed their