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Chapter 318 - 212: A Sight for Sore Eyes_3

Chapter 318: Chapter 212: A Sight for Sore Eyes_3

Once Hu Dazhi and his group were taken away, Wang Zhao Ping immediately called over a police officer, pointed at Rat, and whispered some instructions in his ear.

The officer nodded to show he understood and then promptly took Rat away.

At this point, with handcuffs already on, Rat’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes darting around uncontrollably, cursing Hu Dazhi in his mind to his grave.

I didn’t have anything to do with this, I was about to slip away, yet he insisted on dragging me out to give false evidence!

Look where that got me!

Caught in a one-swoop crackdown, not even a rat spared!

But luckily, the stuff on me wasn’t found, and I’ll just look for an excuse to rush to the bathroom to get rid of it...

However, as Rat walked, he suddenly realized something was off.

This isn’t the way out of the bar, yet the two cops were leading him to a rather secluded corner.

"Officer, where are you taking me?" Rat asked, unease in his voice.

"Right here, put your hands on the wall, don’t move!" The two officers had an ill-intentioned smirk on their faces.

"What... What?" Rat was taken aback.

Put your hands on the wall, don’t move...

Damn it! Is this what the police force is like these days?

Before he could even plead for mercy, he was already being pressed against the wall, and then hands began searching him...

Rat was suddenly startled.

Only then did it dawn on him that the cops were searching him!

His complexion immediately turned ashen!

Why?

I’m just giving false testimony, why are you searching me?

That’s not logical!

"Hmm? What’s this?"

Soon enough, the officer searching him pulled several packets of pill-like substances from the inner pocket of Rat’s jacket.

"This... this is my emergency medicine, I have asthma."

Rat’s breathing became rapid, sweat breaking out.

"Asthma?" The officer looked at him with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Ignorance is scary, don’t you know asthma emergency medicine is usually bottled inhalers? Take these back, let’s have the pharmacology department verify them!"

Rat’s face stiffened, instantly losing all color...

...

"Brother Biao, these guys, even given the minimum punishment, will be detained for at least 10 days, is that time enough?" Meng Lang asked with a hidden meaning.

"We won’t need that long. Give me three days and I can find out everything, even what color underwear they prefer!"

Brother Biao chuckled with a hint of slyness.

Tonight was an unexpected delight!

Hu Dazhi had brought along his closest aides, and now they were all nabbed in one swoop.

While they were detained, it would be a period of power vacuum.

He had already planned it out.

Just let word out that he played a key role in their arrest, and Hu Dazhi’s remnants without their backbone would surely be thrown into disarray.

With his clout and Ah Xing’s capabilities, plus a willingness to spend money to win hearts, he could easily regroup those fence-sitters during this time.

Just break and scatter the remnants of Hu Dazhi’s stubborn followers, and he could regain control of the team.

At that point, Hu Dazhi’s incriminating evidence? That’d be easy pickings.

Truly what goes around comes around...

Whatever Hu Dazhi did to him in the past, he was ready to pay back in kind!

Meng Lang thought about the cold glare Hu Dazhi gave him before leaving, and nodded.

"Hmm! I’ve seen that this man’s intentions are not right; only imprisonment can wear down his viciousness, otherwise, he may become a disaster for the people!

Brother Biao, in this matter, don’t be swayed by past sentiment!

When you’re in this game, loyalty matters. If we say he’ll rot in jail, then let him rot in jail!"

"Uh..."

The one who has a grudge against Hu Dazhi would be me, right?

Is it just an illusion?

...

"So you know each other?" Yan Weiwei pointed in Brother Biao’s direction as he walked away.

"Oh, we’ve met a few times, sort of friends," Meng Lang said with a smile.

"No wonder he helped you out. And to think, you’re in insurance—your connections are pretty extensive!"

"Ha, just average, average."

"Meng Lang, thank you for today. If it weren’t for you, things might have gone badly," Lin Haitang also piped in,

"Yeah, handsome, and that bottle of liquor you used, that was so cool!"

"Right, right! I saw it too! Handsome, why don’t you give us your Feixin number?"

"Yeah! Let’s treat you to a meal someday!"

"No, no, I just broke up a fight, got beaten up, and was just a bystander in everything else. It’s nothing to do with me! It’s so embarrassing! Too embarrassing!"

Lin Haitang’s bandmates were all enthusiasm, and Meng Lang felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Yan Weiwei pursed her lips.

"Haitang, it was clearly me who played the hero, but somehow it seems like all the credit got turned into his?"

"You? If only you could shut up, I’d be grateful for that alone!" Lin Haitang rolled her eyes.

After finally sending off the group of enthusiastic girls from the band, Meng Lang just let out a sigh of relief when he heard a voice beside him.

"Mr. Meng!"

Meng Lang tensed up, turning around somewhat stiffly.

Here it comes! Can’t really avoid it, can I...

"Uh... haha! Dr. Ou, what a coincidence, bumping into you here, haha..."

Seeing it was none other than Ou Lu, the one who volunteered to testify earlier, Yan Weiwei looked at Meng Lang with a curious expression.

"The guy acting the hero you know, the responding officers you know, the ones coming out to testify you also know?

Does that mean you know everyone who showed up today?

Don’t tell me you even know the bunch of thugs across the street?"

Meng Lang sighed in his heart.

Unfortunately, you guessed right again.

It’s not that I’m so well connected, it’s just that I’ve seen a lot...