Chapter 243 Zhao Donglai Goes Berserk, Qi Tongwei Captures the Wolf with One Arm

Inside the private room, the red light was dim.

Lu Yike remained calm and walked to the other end of the sofa to sit down.

Zhao Donglai, carrying a half-empty bottle of strong liquor, leaned back on the leather sofa with an air of nonchalance.

Those old scars stood out starkly under the red light.

He took a clean glass, poured it full of amber-colored liquor, and pushed it in front of Lu Yike.

"Director Lu's outfit today is truly an eye-opener."

"Normally, in the municipal government compound, you wouldn't even give me a second glance. Want to have a drink?"

Lu Yike placed her handbag on her lap and secretly touched the silver necklace around her neck with her fingers.

She didn't even look at the glass of wine.

"Director Zhao is joking. In the past, it was a work requirement, and everyone was doing their job."

"I'm here today to see Director Zhao's private properties."

"This boxing gym is quite large, and all those guys outside look like they're trained fighters."

Zhao Donglai sneered, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp directly from the bottle.

The spicy liquor dripped down his chin and onto his chest.

"In Jingzhou, how can you maintain order without some hard currency?"

"What can the city bureau's staff do? If we really run into a tough opponent, we'll have to rely on the brothers I support."

Lu Yike followed his lead.

"Making such a large venue is no small expense."

"Director Zhao, you really know how to make money. Even Secretary Li probably didn't know you had this business."

Zhao Donglai let out a burp.

He leaned forward, approaching Lu Yike with a strong smell of alcohol.

"Li Dakang? Who does he think he is!"

"All he cares about is political achievements and GDP. Behind the scenes, all those shady dealings he does—I'm the one who cleans up his messes."

"Instead of letting those useless people squander the stability maintenance fund allocated by the city every year, we should put it into my hands and do something practical."

"I used this money to build this boxing gym and train these brothers who dare to fight to the death."

"That's my source of confidence!"

Lu Yike's heart raced, but she remained outwardly calm.

"Director Zhao has great courage."

"This stability maintenance fund must be at least tens of millions, right?"

Zhao Donglai laughed loudly, tapping his fingers heavily on the coffee table.

Thirty-five million.

"They were all laundered through a shell company they were affiliated with, so they're completely clean."

"No one can trace it back to me!"

Every word he uttered was clearly transmitted to the command vehicle outside through the miniature listening device on Lu Yike's neck.

Inside the command vehicle.

Qi Tongwei took off his tactical headset and gave the order into the communicator.

"We've obtained the confession."

"Action team, prepare to breach the door on signal."

Zhou Weiguo cocked the gun and gave a hand signal to the special forces soldiers behind him.

Inside the private room, Lu Yike stood up and picked up her handbag from her lap.

"Director Zhao has had too much to drink."

That's all for today. I'll come visit again another day.

She had just taken a step when Zhao Donglai reached out and blocked her way.

He stared intently at Lu Yike and let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

"Lu Yike, do you really think I'm a three-year-old?"

He grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it against the wall.

Glass shards flew everywhere, and amber-colored liquor flowed down the wall.

"You usually avoid me like the plague."

"Dressed like that today, coming to my turf in the middle of the night to chat with me?"

Zhao Donglai suddenly stood up, his tall figure blocking the only exit from the private room.

"Gao Yuliang has fallen, and Zhou Guichun has been brought down."

"Are you in such a hurry to take my net?"

Lu Yike took a half step back and quietly reached for the glass on the table.

"Director Zhao, please wake up."

Zhao Donglai grabbed her wrist and pulled hard, slamming her onto the sofa.

"Now that you're here, you think you can just leave?"

"I'm going to pluck your thorny roses, the ones from the Anti-Corruption Bureau, today!"

His heavy breathing sprayed onto Lu Yike's face, and with his other hand he went straight to tear at her black velvet dress.

Lu Yike struggled with all her might.

She grabbed a glass of wine from the coffee table with her left hand and smashed it to the ground with all her might.

"Snapped!"

The wine glass shattered into pieces, the crisp sound echoing in the private room.

At the same time, a deafening explosion came from outside the private room.

"boom!"

The heavy steel gate was blown open by a special breaching bomb.

The metal door panel was severely deformed and slammed heavily onto the carpet.

Smoke and dust filled the private room.

Qi Tongwei didn't even draw his gun; he rushed straight in through the smoke.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a furious cheetah as he pounced on Zhao Donglai, who was on top of Lu Yike.

Zhao Donglai reacted extremely quickly.

His instincts, honed from years of working on the front lines, allowed him to quickly launch a counterattack.

He kicked the coffee table aside and casually pulled a sharp paper cutter from the gap in the sofa.

"court death!"

Zhao Donglai brandished his military knife and frantically stabbed at Qi Tongwei's vital points.

The blade flashed deadly white streaks in the dim light.

Qi Tongwei did not dodge at all.

Lu Yike was right behind him.

If he had taken just half a step back, the knife would have landed on Lu Yike.

Qi Tongwei completely abandoned defense and charged headlong into the blade.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, cutting directly open Qi Tongwei's jacket on his left arm.

A horrifying, bloody maw burst open in the blink of an eye.

Blood gushed out and splattered onto the expensive Persian carpet.

Qi Tongwei didn't even utter a sound.

He took the blow head-on, his right hand transforming from a palm into a claw, precisely gripping Zhao Donglai's wrist as he held the knife.

work hard.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

Zhao Donglai let out a scream as his military knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Qi Tongwei followed up with a powerful punch, which landed squarely on Zhao Donglai's chin.

Zhao Donglai's massive body crashed to the ground, completely losing the ability to resist.

He lay on the ground, his mouth full of blood, still shouting defiantly.

"Qi Tongwei, you dare touch me! Secretary Sha won't let you get away with this!"

Qi Tongwei stepped forward and stomped on Zhao Donglai's chest, breaking two of his ribs.

"Sharuijin can't even protect himself now, how could he possibly care about a spineless dog like you?"

Outside the corridor, Zhou Weiguo led his fully armed Dragon Fang special forces team into the private room.

Several team members rushed forward and quickly pinned Zhao Donglai to the ground, putting on specially made handcuffs.

The blinding tactical searchlights shone into the private room.

Qi Tongwei was panting heavily, his face pale from blood loss.

He turned around and used his uninjured right hand to pull Lu Yike up from the sofa.

"Are you alright?"

Lu Yike looked at Qi Tongwei's left arm, which was stained with blood, and trembled all over.

Fresh blood dripped down his fingertips, drop by drop.

It pooled on the carpet, forming a shocking dark red stain.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears welled up in her eyes.

For the first time, Lu Yike reached out and pressed firmly on the deep, bone-revealing wound on Qi Tongwei's left arm, trying to stop the bleeding.

"You're a madman!"

"Are you out of your mind?!"

As she cursed, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Qi Tongwei looked at her disheveled and anxious appearance and tugged at his chapped lips.

"I promised to bring you back safe and sound."

"This is just a minor injury; it won't kill you."

A few hours later.

The office of the secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee compound.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning light shone into the room through the blinds.

Li Dakang sat behind his desk.

In front of him lay the bloodstained confession record and a thick stack of financial statements.

The office was extremely quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall breaking the silence.

Li Dakang's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

Zhao Donglai has been arrested.

Sha Ruijin's last trump card in Jingzhou has been completely rendered useless.

The political landscape of Handong has completely shifted in favor of Shen Zhong.

Shen Zhong's thunderous and powerful methods sent chills down the spine of even the strong-willed municipal party secretary.

Li Dakang picked up the cold tea, took a sip, and slammed the teacup heavily onto the table.

"Outrageous!"

"This kind of scum must go to jail!"