Special District 9 Chapter 135: A Violent Counterattack

The following morning, twelve hours after Liu Chun was captured, Zhu Wei brought the squad members out to have a quick bite before setting off in their police vehicles once more.

On the road.

Zhu Wei took out his phone and reported to Qin Yu, “Everything proceeded smoothly. Once everything is in place, we should be able to get Ol’ Three.”

“Make sure that news does not leak,” Qin Yu reminded.

“I know. I have been interrogating the people whom we have captured separately,” Zhu Wei replied with a nod. Then, his voice turned a little softer as he asked, “It’s Yuan Hua’s funeral procession today, so Ol’ Three is bound to be there… Are we really going to get him there?”

“That’s not an issue. Continue according to plan,” Qin Yu replied concisely.

“Roger that,” Zhu Wei acknowledged the instruction.

“Stay safe.”

“Got it.”

…

Yuan Hua had lived a life filled with glory, and he was honored even after death. His departure was indubitably one of the greatest events of the funeral industry, reputed as the Ferrari amongst funerals.

Practically all of the notable figures on the streets had paid their final respect to him, and the rarely seen cars on the road formed a long queue at the doorway. There were around twenty internal people but over a hundred people who came to join the funeral procession. The army of men dressed in black standing to the background of a solemn dirge was a magnificent sight to behold.

But despite such an impressive gathering, the only ones who were getting emotional were the internal members of the Yuan Family. Yuan Hua had, after all, built up his empire through violence. He might be wealthy, but his reputation had always been so-so. Most people gave objective remarks regarding his death.

Justice has finally played its hands.

The overcast sky over Songjiang has finally cleared up.

Karma, bitch!

Yuan Hua was very ambitious when he was alive, a man filled with desires and greed. But when everything came to an end, these were the words that people had for him.

Halfway through the funeral procession, Ol’ Three suddenly ran to the forefront and whispered into Yuan Ke’s ears, “… Something happened.”

“What’s wrong?” Yuan Ke wiped his tears as he asked.

“Liu Chun has been caught, and the fake medicine maker has been captured too.”

Yuan Ke was taken aback. “Who did you hear that from?”

“… It came from our men in the Police Bureau,” Ol’ Three said grimly as his eyes flickered around the place worriedly. “I’ve already verified the news. Zhu Wei captured Liu Chun privately and interrogated him.”

Yuan Ke clenched his fists tightly together after hearing those words.

“I was involved in Little Qu’s affair too,” Ol’ Three said anxiously. “Liu Chun must have babbled if even the fake medicine maker was caught. Doesn’t that mean that I’m exposed too?”

“That fucker Yong Dong, I’ll settle the scores with him one day.” All it took was a short moment of thought for Yuan Ke to figure out the crux of the matter.

“What do we do?”

“You should leave first. Don’t contact anyone from the Police Bureau for the time being,” Yuan Ke instructed in a low voice. “I’ll call you once the funeral procession is over.”

“Got it,” Ol’ Three replied with a nod. “I’ll be leaving then.”

“Un.”

After saying those words, Ol’ Three quickly slipped into the crowd before vanishing from sight.

…

When Qi Lin left, he had solemnly declared that if heaven gave him a chance, he would rise up anew and turn the land around Songjiang into graves for the Yuan Family.

The Yuan Family hadn’t died out yet, but the mausoleum prepared for Yuan Hua that happened to be located in the north of Songjiang seemed to have ironically fulfilled Qi Lin’s declaration.

Was this retribution?

Perhaps so.

After Yuan Hua’s corpse was buried in the ground, Yuan Ke quickly rushed over to the Majestic Palace Entertainment City in Dirt Street. As soon as he stepped in, Baldie walked over and asked, “Has something happened to Ol’ Three? I just received news that those from the Police Bureau dropped by the funeral procession to look for him.”

“Who came?”

“Zhu Wei,” Baldie replied. “He came armed.”

Yuan Ke’s face darkened lividly as he replied, “Yong Dong must have blabbed about the fake medicine incident. They’re capturing the leads based on the information they got. Ol’ Three managed to catch wind of their activity beforehand and fled.”

“That son of a bitch!” Baldie spat angrily while fondling his head in vexation. “He has really forgotten about our brotherhood!”

“There’s no use talking about this now,” Yuan Ke said. He glanced at the surroundings, and after ensuring that there was no one around, he reminded with a hushed voice, “If the other party manages to settle the fake medicine incident, we’ll be goners.”

“You mean that news that we tried to sabotage the Ma Family will leak too?” Baldie asked.

“That is without doubt,” Yuan Ke affirmed Baldie’s question. “As long as Old Li hasn’t gone senile yet, he’ll surely release the details of the case so as to cleanse the Ma Family’s name. What do you think will happen to us then? We’ll become inhuman businessmen who resort to despicable means in order to destroy our rival.”

Baldie licked his lips nervously as he asked, “Is there a way to salvage this situation? Should I get my men to find Liu Chun’s family members?”

“It’s no use.” Yuan Ke shook his head. “We won’t be able to make it in time.”

“Shit!” Baldie placed his hands on his hips as he cursed with an awful complexion. “I was too busy settling the affairs of the company and dealing with Old Yuan’s funeral that I didn’t think of Liu Chun!”

“Brother Baldie,” Yuan Ke spoke up wih a slightly shaky voice. “What I fear now is not an external threat but someone plunging a knife into us from within.”

Baldie froze on the spot.

“Once the details of the case are released, we’ll be in a plight far worse than that of the Ma Family,” Yuan Ke spoke uneasily. “In order to vie for market share, we schemed against our rivals and implicated two innocent bystanders. Have you considered what the implications of this will be?”

“Are you worried that Fatty Xing will abandon us?” Baldie got straight to the point and asked.

“No, I don’t fear him,” Yuan Ke replied with a shake of his head. “Fatty Xing just lost his son, so he isn’t in any mood to look our way yet. However, if someone were to take the initiative to contact him at a moment like this and fill him in on our current situation…”

“We can’t let that happen!” Baldie interjected sharply. “Zhang Tian might be profit-driven, but we have still been brothers for many years. Even if he wants to earn something out of this, I don’t think that he would resort to backstabbing us at a time like this…”

“Brother Baldie, you’re just like my elder brother. You tend to look at the better side of people,” Yuan Ke remarked with a sigh. “However, I can assure you that Zhang Tian will surely do so.”

Baldie gritted his teeth tightly for a moment before muttering, “If he dares to do so, I’ll turn against him.”

…

In the backyard of the Police Bureau.

Zhu Wei stood with his arms crossed as he questioned Liu Chun coldly, “Is there anything else that you haven’t confessed yet?”

“N-none at all. I’ve already said everything that I know!”

“That better be the case. Let’s go through your testimony, alright?” Zhu Wei picked up a piece of paper and began asking, “That night, did Ol’ Three called you and told you to grab the fake medicine and deliver it into Little Qu’s hands?”

“Yes.”

“Ol’ Three paid you 200 bucks for running that errand?”

“Yes.”

“… You were present when Little Qu was discussing the matter with Yong Dong, and you saw Yong Dong giving him money. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I need you to sign here to reaffirm your testimony,” Zhu Wei said as he placed the paper in front of Liu Chun and pointed to the bottom right corner. “Once you’re done, I’ll be bringing you to the scene to point out where the transactions took place.”

“Bro, you must protect me. I don’t want to die,” Liu Chun pleaded with eyes filled with fright. “I’m putting my life on the line to cooperate with you!”

“Rest assured. I won’t be holding you in the cells for the time being,” Zhu Wei said with a smile. “Where you sleep, I’ll sleep.”

“T-thank you…”

…

Fengbei.

Superintendent Li sat in his mentor’s house and spoke softly, “I’ve just made the call, and it looks like the chain of evidence is in place. The fake medicine has been sent to the forensics lab for verification, and various personnel who are involved in the matter have been captured… Even if Yuan Ke tries to pressure me through the Police Headquarters now, the matter is already a done deal. There’s no way to turn the tables around anymore.”

Superintendent Li’s mentor squatted in front of the seedling of a flower as he asked, “When are you intending to confront Fatty Xing over what has happened?”

“It’s no hurry yet. I’m intending to wait it out for now,” Superintendent Li lifted his teacup as he replied with a soft chuckle. “Let’s allow Fatty Xing to indulge himself in the sorrow of having lost his son first.”