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Chapter 767 - 767 767 Apologies are Useless!

767: Chapter 767: Apologies are Useless!

You Must Drink It All!

767: Chapter 767: Apologies are Useless!

You Must Drink It All!

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold!

Dead silence!

Dean Kong and the two others, who had originally wanted to escape, were like frozen sculptures, daring not to move rashly.

The roar of Wu Jie echoed in their ears.

The huge change they had just experienced was like a nightmare, incredibly unbelievable.

They had thought that the arrival of Officer Zhou and his team would turn the situation around…

They had thought that their tragic experiences tonight could finally come to an end…

But what was the result?

Officer Zhou and his team came and then left.

Chief Yu was knocked out with a public slap, and they did nothing.

So…

What exactly were the identities of these four individuals before them?

Recalling carefully Officer Zhou’s salute and apology before leaving,

It was enough to explain a lot of problems!

Dean Kong, who was quick-witted and not stupid, realized in an instant that they really had kicked an iron plate this time.

The other party was not any kidnapper, nor were they any criminal.

Considering earlier, they didn’t ask for the money to be transferred into a private account; instead, they donated it to the Tianyuan Benevolent Charity Auxiliary Business Association.

They should have been alert!

How could normal criminals ‘collect debts’ for charity organizations?

And most importantly of all…

Why was Chief Yu slapped away?

Wasn’t it because of his words, “Even if all the children at the welfare home were to die, it has nothing to do with you!”?

Those words really hit home!

The other party obviously had significant backing, and all the commotion tonight was clearly about getting justice for innocent young children.

Otherwise, why would someone bother to record the event?

In such circumstances, Chief Yu actually challenged their bottom line, spoke insolently, and cursed the children to die!

Wasn’t that asking for a beating?

Even more so,

If they had shot him on the spot, it was clear that they would not bear any responsibility.

With this realization, Dean Kong understood everything.

It must have been Jiu’s fraudulent procurement, substituting inferior goods for good ones, siphoning off nutrition subsidies, and heartlessly defrauding the children.

And the scandal was exposed.

It attracted the attention of a mystery department more authoritative than local police, and they did not directly prosecute them.

Instead, they brought all this rotten meat and expired food to give them a dose of their own medicine.

Not only had they taught them a suitable lesson, making them cough up the embezzled money, but they were also left with enormous debts, ensuring they would not live in peace for the rest of their lives.

And the video that was presumably recorded would definitely be shown to the heads of other welfare institutions,

To let everyone know that if they dared to harm the children so heartlessly, they would face dire consequences.

This tactic was also known as ‘killing the chicken to scare the monkeys’!

In any case,

Dean Kong had figured it all out and knew there was no escape.

If they really ran, the other party would surely shoot, and being killed would mean dying in vain.

Better to live a bad life than to die a good death!

Taking a deep breath, Dean Kong turned and walked back to the hotpot table.

He didn’t go to Wu Jie to beg for mercy, nor did he waste words.

With the situation having escalated to this point,

Crying for parents, weeping bitterly, or kneeling to beg for mercy…

what use would that be?

Everyone is an adult; there’s no need to act like children, crying and begging for mercy, wailing about sincere remorse after making a mistake.

Apologies?

Remorse?

Are they useful?

Will the other party believe them?

In real life, nothing is more absurd and nonsensical than being brazen and vicious before getting caught in a wrongdoing.

And then, once caught and severely punished, they start weeping bitterly, bowing, kneeling, crying, and issuing all sorts of public apologies.

Your sister’s apology!

You kill someone, commit a crime, and think an apology should prevent you from being punished severely?

That you shouldn’t have to pay the proper price?

If you deeply hurt someone, even a country or a nation, do you think an apology means you’re no longer responsible?

That you expect to be let off with no hard feelings?

If apologies were effective, what would be the point of laws?

Even Dean Kong himself is aware that some statements and thoughts are particularly likely to provoke antipathy.

For instance…

“I have already apologized; what more do you want?”

“I realize my mistake now and will definitely not repeat it; why don’t you believe me?”

“I am sincerely remorseful and will take full responsibility without shirking; why can’t I be given a chance to make amends and start over?”

“The person is already dead, the mistake has already been made, and I have apologized; why must you continue to harp on it?”

“No one is perfect without fault!

Can’t you give someone a chance to start anew?”

…

Do you think apologies are omnipotent, and remorse is invincible?

That would be a grave mistake.

Don’t assume the whole world owes you affection, that everyone should indulge and pamper you.

Even if you were to tear open the sky, they would forgive and condone you.

It’s not that people today are less forgiving or magnanimous.

It’s knowing full well committing a severe mistake and thinking a simple apology means nothing ever happened.

Such an infantile way of thinking is unbelievably naive and foolish.

Like the situation today.

The evidence is irrefutable, the circumstances are clear.

The other party simply wants them to be punished, to reap what they have sown.

After all…

Were they forced to embezzle and accept bribes?

Were they coerced into feeding children spoiled meat, rotten vegetables, and expired food?

Knowing it was wrong, yet still committing the act, and afterward crying and begging for forgiveness—is it playing with other people’s intelligence?

Therefore.

Dean Kong was the first to return to his place, suppressing the nausea, and silently filled a bowl.

Director Miao and Ninth Master were stunned for a couple of seconds.

They did not understand why Dean Kong would submit so easily.

But under the “muzzle,” who could not submit?

Violence often cannot solve problems, but it can simplify them.

Just like now.

Dean Kong has led by example; would Director Miao and Ninth Master dare not comply?

The two reluctantly took their seats, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.

Smelling the nauseating odor in the air, looking at the pot of rolling spoilage, the table full of expired food, and the filthy vomit on the ground…

How the hell can anyone eat this?

Director Miao looked up at Wu Jie, eyes filled with begging and pain.

But Wu Jie ignored him, placing his gun and badge back in his bag, leaning casually against the hotpot table, calmly smoking a cigarette.

As if waiting for a farcical, ridiculous play to unfold, completely indifferent to the foul stench and dirty scene surrounding him.

His gaze shifted towards the nearby Chief Yu, who was still lying on the ground, unconscious, uncertain if alive or dead.

For some reason, suddenly there was a hint of envy.

Pass out, and you wouldn’t have to drink the hot pot broth.

“Director Miao, drink up quickly!”

Ninth Master ladled a bowl for him, steaming hot and floating with grease.

Just the smell was almost enough to make one gag.

Glaring hatefully at Jiu, Director Miao gritted his teeth, “Who asked you to help me?

Don’t I have hands?

Your bowl has already gone cold, why don’t you hurry up and drink?”

Those words sounded particularly frustrating to Jiuye.

He hadn’t gathered two hundred thousand and was forced to scoop up a bowl for himself earlier.

He thought that when Officer Zhou and the others arrived, he wouldn’t have to drink anymore, but who knew…

The plain-faced young man in front of him, damn, had an even bigger presence!

No idea what rank he was, but even Officer Zhou saluted and retreated.

Now what?

Surely he wasn’t really going to drink it?

Clenching his fists, Jiuye hesitated indecisively, catching glimpses of Director Miao and Dean Kong, both staring at him with eager eyes.

As if they were waiting for him to taste it first and see what reaction he would have.

“You…

you drink too!

Don’t be shy!”

Jiuye uttered the words with tears in his eyes.

That immediately had Yu Hui and the other two cracking up.

Fuck!

Did he really think it was a social dinner?

Saying don’t be shy…

with only this one pot, who would dare?

Although…

The three of them smiled briefly, then quickly suppressed it.

If Wu Jie wasn’t laughing, how could they dare to continue?

“Hurry up!

Don’t fucking dawdle, you’re wasting my time!” Wu Jie glanced at Yu Hui, “Go turn off the gas!”

Yu Hui walked over leisurely and turned off the gas stove, thoughtfully suggesting:

“If you can’t stomach it, start with some yogurt to appetize!

Even though it’s expired, it won’t kill you!”

“Besides, the rotten meat and spoiled vegetables have all been boiled into porridge.

Just add some chili sauce, and it’s like mixed rice, how could you not eat that?”

The flame went out, and the hot pot stopped boiling.

The overcooked rotten meat and spoiled vegetables really did look like a pot of porridge.

Sticky and somewhat gray-black, at a glance, it really resembled black sesame paste.

“I’ll never eat hot pot or sesame paste again in this lifetime!”

After muttering to himself, Jiuye steeled himself and prepared to take the first taste.

Close your eyes!

Tense your face!

Inhale!

His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his expression twisted!

He looked as if he had been constipated for days, the picture of abject misery.

Dean Kong and Director Miao both craned their necks and widened their eyes.

In their gaze, there was curiosity mixed with sorrow.

Ninth Master took a deep breath as if using all his life’s strength, opened his mouth, and took a fierce sip.

In his mind, he suddenly remembered what the rotten meat and spoiled vegetables looked like.

Just as he was about to swallow, he suddenly couldn’t hold it in.

Turning his neck, he promptly vomited on the ground.

The feeling of nausea made him retch nonstop.

Tears and snot welled up, creating an especially pitiful sight.

This scene.

Dean Kong saw it and his lips twitched slightly, feeling unwell himself, his expression the epitome of desolation.

And nearby, Director Miao…

The woman, who weighed nearly two hundred pounds, suddenly became as nimble as a civet cat.

She leapt up and pounced in front of Wu Jie, her knees hitting the ground with a thud.

“I was wrong!

I know I was wrong!”

“I’m sorry!

I apologize!

I repent!

I even dared to embezzle the children’s money, I’m not human, I’m worse than a beast!”

“You are a great man with a generous heart, please let me go!

I’d rather go to jail, for life, than eat this!”

…

Director Miao wailed loudly, and seeing that Wu Jie was unmoved, she began to kowtow.

Crying and howling, she kowtowed over and over again.

With a few loud bangs, her forehead was soon bloodied.

Ninth Master raised his head and exchanged a glance with Dean Kong, both shaking their heads in despondency, seeing the despair in each other’s eyes.

“…Just treat me like a fart and let me go!

I beg you!”

“I have elders above and children below, I truly know my mistake, and I will definitely turn over a new leaf and start anew!”

Director Miao kowtowed loudly on the ground.

It was unclear if she was using too much force, intentionally trying to knock herself unconscious, or simply playing dead.

In any case, she eventually collapsed limply on the ground like a deflated ball, silent.

Whether she was really unconscious or pretending to be dead…

Wu Jie didn’t even give her another glance, his expression still impassive as he watched Dean Kong and the others.

Dean Kong and Ninth Master, looking at each other across the table, were now at a loss.

What to do?

Did they really have to drink the ‘porridge’?

Chief Yu had already been knocked out, and Director Miao had also ‘knocked’ herself out.

Was there any way to avoid drinking the ‘porridge’?

Could they possibly rise up and resist, only to be shot dead?

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

After exchanging glances, they really didn’t have the courage to knock themselves out by kowtowing, nor did they have the courage to resist and be beaten.

After all, the pot of rotten meat and wilted vegetables had turned into porridge; they could simply go to the hospital to get their stomachs pumped after drinking it.

So they started eating!

Only…

After Dean Kong took his first sip, he immediately spat it out with a gag.

Seeing Jiu dip his into hot sauce which seemed to improve the taste, he also followed suit and learned on the spot.

Suppressing their nausea, the two slowly ate, a hotpot meal they would surely never forget.

But how could just two people possibly finish a huge pot?

Wu Jie glanced at Yu Hui.

Yu Hui understood immediately and, along with two colleagues, dragged Director Miao and Chief Yu back in front of the dining table.

“If you keep playing dead, do you believe I’ll chop off your hand and feed you the soup?!”

With a bellow from Yu Hui, both of them were frightened into waking up.

Director Miao, her face covered in blood, gave the dazed and bruised Chief Yu quite a shock.

And the sight of Dean Kong and Jiu dipping into their porridge terrified them even more.

Clearly, playing dead or unconscious wasn’t going to save them!

Amongst the nausea and forced endurance, the four of them ‘enjoyed’ this unforgettable midnight feast.

Seconds and minutes ticked by.

The ‘rotten porridge’ in the pot was dwindling, and just as the four were about to finish it off, Wu Jie’s phone suddenly vibrated with relentless ringing.

He opened the encrypted software to check.

It was a top-level emergency alert issued by the Security Bureau…