District 9

The next day, at night.

A big boss from the Ninth District Police Bureau came forward and personally invited Fatty Xing to come to the outskirts of the city for dinner, and he didn't ask anyone else to accompany him.

At the dinner table, Fatty Xing didn't mention the bad things that happened in his family, and the boss didn't take the initiative to bring up the topic. The two only chatted about some personnel changes in Fengbei and had a few drinks by the way.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The boss picked up a white napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and suddenly said with a smile: "Oh, look at my head, I almost finished the meal before I remembered that there is a friend here today. Haha, he thought I’ll get to know you, I’ll ask him to come over.”

"Who is it?" Fatty Xing asked while sipping his porridge.

"You'll know when you see him." The boss smiled, lowered his head and sent a text message on his mobile phone.

About ten minutes later, Li Si opened the door and walked in with a smile.

"Come on, Xiao Li, let me introduce you to our pharmaceutical tycoon in Fengbei." The boss did not stand up, but sat in his original position and greeted: "Xing Feng, a handful of Longxing Drugs."

"Hello, Boss Xing." Director Li extended his hand.

"Lao Xing, this is Lao Li from Songjiang Black Street Superintendent." The boss said with a smile, "You should have heard of him."

After Fatty Xing was stunned for a moment, his face turned gloomy. He stood up and said, "Congressman Zuo, I'll treat you to dinner another day. I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first."

Councilor Zuo immediately stood up and put his hands on Fatty Xing's shoulders: "Haha, why are you in a hurry? Just sit down for a while first!"

Fatty Xing looked at the left congressman with a livid face: "I haven't taken off the white cloth at home, and you introduce me to such a friend. Isn't that not enough of a friend?"

Councilor Zuo bent down and whispered in Fatty Xing's ear: "To be honest, I don't want to eat this meal today, but there are so many people who found me. Old Xing, if you continue, both sides will suffer."

Fatty Xing was stunned when he heard this.

"You guys have a chat, I'll go out and take a breather." Councilor Zuo patted Fatty Xing on the shoulder, turned around and left the box.

In the dimly lit room, Fatty Xing sat on a chair and said nothing.

"I'll give you a drink."

Li Si put down the document in his hand and said softly: "Look at this."

Fatty Xing didn't move.

Li Si bent down and poured a full glass of liquor, turned around and rushed to Fatty Xing and said, "No one wants accidents to happen, but accidents happen anyway. From the perspective that we are all of the same generation, I understand your feelings. Done."

After saying that, Li Si, who was not very good at drinking, raised his neck and drank nearly three taels of white wine in one gulp.

Fatty Xing hugged his shoulders and asked in a low voice: "My son is gone, just have a glass of wine and forget it. What are you thinking about?"

Li Si coughed twice, wiped the corners of his mouth and replied, "Then what else do you want?"

"None of the other people involved can escape." Fatty Xing pointed at Li Si and said, "Including you who are behind me to help."

"Haha, your vision is a bit big." Li Si smiled, reached out and patted the document bag he just put on the table and said, "It seems that the news about Songjiang has not reached you yet."

Fatty Xing was stunned for a moment.

"The counterfeit drug case has been solved. Except for the two direct participants, Xiaoqu and Yongdong, the other suspects have been arrested." Li Si pushed the document forward and said softly: "I advise you to take a look. .”

Fatty Xing stared at Old Li for a long time, and finally opened the document bag and took a rough look at the contents.

Director Li took out his cigarette case, lit one, and waited quietly for about ten minutes.

After Fatty Xing read the contents of the document bag, his expression barely changed and he asked, "Are you trying to threaten me?"

"If you don't want to finish it, I will take the matter to Fengbei." Li Si said succinctly: "Xiaoqu died in the hands of Xing Zihao, and before he shot Xiaoqu, he also wounded one of his own. The reason is that they failed to stop Ma Laoer who was escaping. Haha, if I find this person, who do you think he will help? "

Fatty Xing was stunned.

"Xiao Qu, the core member of the counterfeit drug case, was silenced in Fengbei, and the police officers I sent to investigate the case were also violently attacked by some people in Longxing. If these details are released to the public by the superintendent, then you How can Longxing explain to the market, patients, patients' families, and the general public in society?" Li Si asked rhetorically while smoking.

Fatty Xing looked at Li Si calmly, put his hands in his hands, and remained silent.

Li Si flicked the cigarette ashes, leaned forward and said, "Old Xing, you are a big shot. You need money and connections. If anyone has any way, they will not take the initiative to kill your children. , right? You think we are clowns who are always causing trouble for you secretly, but why didn’t you see that you were the ones who stabbed us with the knife first? To put it bluntly, Xing Zihao always has to stay behind when doing things. If there is a little leeway, then can he die? People fight back because they have no way to survive. The old horse who killed Xing Zihao could obviously run away, but he gave up in the end. Isn't this not enough to give you face? It's not capable enough Does it reflect your energy? Let me advise you, be merciful to others. If you continue to deal with it, not to mention that I, Lao Li, will defend myself and fight back. Even those children who ran away will definitely Can't you sit back and wait for death? If you don't let others live, can you get better? Think about it, you still have two sons. "

"Haha," Fatty Xing smiled: "You scared me to death."

"Old Xing, I'm more cowardly than you, do you believe it?" Li Si frowned at him and replied with a very candid expression: "When things get to this point, who can threaten whom? I'm just saying It’s a fact that it will definitely happen, but if you insist on fighting, then I’m definitely more scared than you, really.”

Fatty Xing stood up slowly, picked up his coat, and walked straight out the door: "Don't think about running Lao Ma, he must pay for my son's life. Within eight months, if the Ma family dares to continue to put medicine in Songjiang, what will happen to him?" It’s definitely not over yet.”

Li Si took a long breath after hearing this, but at the same time he knew in his heart that Fatty Xing's tolerance must be temporary. At present, he is just a little afraid of what he has in his hands, so he doesn't dare to kill them all, but how can the hatred of losing his son disappear just because of a few words?

…

after an hour.

Li Si rushed to Fengbei Station and dialed Qin Yu's number when he was about to return to Songjiang.

"Hello? Uncle Li."

"We've talked. Things won't change for the time being." Li Si said softly, "I'll give you a long vacation. You can recuperate in Jiangzhou first."

"Can Guan Qi be saved?" Qin Yu asked after a long silence.

"He won't die."

"What about Uncle Ma?" Qin Yu asked again.

Li Si sighed and didn't reply.

…

The next day.

Baldy was very drunk in a tavern in Songjiang: "I thought I was quite righteous, but I didn't expect that I cheated Zhang Tian."

Xiao Jiu drank with a rosy complexion and said with straight eyes: "I saw it wrong, I even saw it wrong. This little Yuan...maybe more suitable to be a leader than Lao Yuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, four strong men walked in from the door. The leader was Brother Xiao, who had had contact with Qin Yu and others in Jiangzhou. He turned around and glanced at the bald man, then he took his brother up to the second floor without a care in the world.

At the same time, Uncle Ma was taken out of the police station hospital and sent to Fengbei Special Prison.

The Special No. 1 Prison was built during a riot in the early days of District 9. The old man in Fengbei habitually called it...the Prison of the Dead.