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Chapter 212 - 212 83 A Bloody Mess in the Basement!

212: Chapter 83: A Bloody Mess in the Basement!

212: Chapter 83: A Bloody Mess in the Basement!

Gru, the current top figure in Saint Rodu’s police world, Cheng Daqi was ultimately left to face him alone.

The first time he met this corrupt cop, he had no idea how terrifying Gru was; it just so happened that Temir and Lisa visited him at the hospital, and the dark-haired rich lady shielded him from Gru.

The second time he saw Gru was at yesterday’s moving party, where this ruthless, unprincipled top-tier corrupt cop incessantly probed, set traps, and stirred up dissent in their conversation, fully displaying his cunning nature.

But Temir firmly stood behind Cheng Daqi, exerting significant pressure on Gru, allowing Cheng Daqi’s tug-of-war with Gru to eventually return to the realm of cooperation without danger.

However, today was different.

Having suffered losses in both encounters with Cheng Daqi, Gru would certainly up the ante for their third meeting.

Cheng Daqi thought Gru was smart; such a clever person would never lay down and let Cheng Daqi and Temir manipulate him like a gentle GAY man.

Today, Gru had pulled Cheng Daqi into his home turf, even if just to save face, Gru would make a move.

Could Cheng Daqi choose not to come?

Of course, he could!

But, as the saying goes, ‘Xiang Yu invites Liu Ji to Hongmen, Liu Bei drunkenly leaves the Yellow Crane Tower.’

Huge benefits are always accompanied by huge risks; where in the world are there so many easy windfalls without effort?

Cheng Daqi could choose not to come, but he chose to!

Cheng Daqi is not the Litang boy, nor is he Ma Hongyun holding the lucky charm that reaches the sky.

He is just an ordinary climber, a humble climber.

Where opportunity lies, one simply takes risks.

Moreover, Cheng Daqi did not think the risk today was that great.

Gru, even if he did not live up to the name of a cunning hero, was vicious enough, dark-hearted enough to command the rain and call the wind in Saint Rodu.

Knowing the mountain has tigers, Cheng Daqi still goes to the mountain.

Because Cheng Daqi was certain that today at most, Gru would only make a show of strength.

He had compromised once before.

Compromise is like ntr; once there is a first time, there will be a second, a third.

Cheng Daqi and Zhao Hongjin were different; he had no reservations about doing such things.

Idealism was dead; he was now a realist holding onto broken dreams.

However, when this ambitious realist stood in front of the massive steel gate at Gru’s residence, his heart still fluttered a little.

The six-meter-wide black iron gate had some rust stains, and the mottled oxidized rust did not make the gate look dilapidated, but instead added a fierce aura to it.

Outside the black gate, several haphazardly welded reinforcement bars made the gate exude a ‘I am reliable’ vibe from inside out.

Cheng Daqi sent Gru a message on his mobile phone and then stood in front of the gate, quietly lost in thought.

He was contemplating why Gru had arranged to meet him here.

The huge iron gate, the tall walls, even spotting the chimney of the boiler, the dilapidated roof of the tall factory.

Looking at the barbed wire on top of the walls, Cheng Daqi sent a message to Temir.

Cheng ‘Mi’er, I’m going to see Gru.

He might want to show dominance.

If I don’t message you in an hour, give me a call.’

This was clearly not any proper residence but resembled the abandoned factory where villains in American TV shows and movies kept hostages.

Cheng Daqi was sure that Gru would only continue to compromise, at most putting on a show of force.

But he dared not trust his everyday judgments that were not based on an information advantage anymore; after all, he had already made many mistakes before.

“Hiss~~~”

The black iron gate let out a ferocious hiss but quickly stopped; this broken gate was actually electric.

“Chan, the boss has been waiting for you.”

Still Thor, he had gained Gru’s trust, which is why he was sent to infiltrate the kidnappers.

The red-haired middle-aged police officer led Cheng Daqi into the factory without saying much, no, he led him into Gru’s home.

“Mr.

Gru lives here?”

Cheng Daqi was not sure where he had really arrived; he couldn’t believe Gru truly lived in this place that looked like an old factory.

With all his wealth and power, Gru could go anywhere on the West Coast; why would he live here?

“Yes, I live here too.

This building is for living, and we even built a shooting range in the factory.”

Thor did not elaborate, simply providing a straightforward answer.

In front of the administrative building of the supposedly old factory, Thor halted.

“Go in alone.

Go down the stairs; the boss is waiting for you in the basement.”

Cheng Daqi smirked, finding Gru’s ‘show of force’ a bit ridiculous today.

Dress up an unprofessional place as your home, then use a basement meeting to scare me.

Please, you’re a top-tier corrupt cop, not a kindergarten bully playing house.

Such small-time tactics and strategy, laughable indeed.

He calmly walked into the basement and found that its decoration was entirely different from the outside.

Gaudy and flamboyant, although crude and of low taste, fully displaying Gru’s crass life interests, the feeling of opulence that money was no object just tickled him.

“Chan, this is our first time meeting alone, if I’m not mistaken?”

A familiar voice came from behind, startling Cheng Daqi.

He whirled around to see Gru silently standing behind him with a bag in hand.

Big brother, are we playing hide and seek?

“Although we haven’t talked much, we have plenty of room for collaboration, and I think we can become good friends.”

Cheng Daqi extended his hand, offering the gift he had brought today.

When you’re out, it never hurts to be too courteous, a practice that applies everywhere.