On December 11, under pressure from the city authorities, the Municipal Public Security Bureau approved Zhang Hao's request to receive inpatient treatment at Jincheng People's Hospital while he was on probation.
Zhang Hao could not help feeling rather pleased with himself.
That day, Zhou Yi had declared in front of everyone that he would not allow him to leave Changning. And now? He had clearly made a fool of himself!
Zhang Hao brought a dozen or so underlings from his company, rode into Jincheng in three cars, and chose to stay at the Golden Capital Hotel, a property owned by his company.
Meanwhile, Bald Strong brought the gang's second-in-command and five underlings to an ordinary inn, checking in separately to avoid attracting attention.
"Strong, this is all my fault. I got your arm hurt like this. I should've let you rest, but this shipment is important. The boss just wouldn't feel comfortable without you coming along." The second-in-command, Lin Zhiwei, looked at Fan Dongqiang's left hand wrapped in a plaster cast, his face full of remorse.
"It's just a little injury. Nothing serious. Don't worry about it, Brother Wei. Keep talking like that and you're treating me like I'm not your brother!" Fan Dongqiang rubbed his gleaming bald head with his right hand and spoke without a trace of concern.
"You're a good brother. Loyal, too. Once we finish this deal, I'll take you to the gambling capital and show you around." Lin Zhiwei made the promise with a smile.
"Thanks, Brother Wei!" Fan Dongqiang grinned, a look of anticipation on his face.
On the evening of December 15, a fine drizzle fell from the sky, and only a few pedestrians were out on the streets.
A Santana and a van drove down the street, one behind the