Chapter Thirty-Eight: Powerful Enemy

  On the playground of Pingjiang Sixth Middle School, a group of boys in school uniforms were making noise and running around on the basketball court. Not far away, a group of teenage girls wearing tight dance suits were practicing their newly learned aerobics while secretly glancing at the scene on the basketball court.

  Han Peng sat steadily on the distant horizontal bar, one foot hanging in the air and the other resting on the bar in front of him, his left hand holding a tattered tennis racket and his right hand pinching a Panda cigarette.

  The horizontal bar is two meters high, and I don't know how Han Peng jumped up there.

  Han Peng is a physical education teacher who teaches four classes per week and earns 2,000 yuan per month. As he is a contract worker, Han Peng does not have the same benefits and subsidies as regular teachers.

  But Han Peng is very satisfied with his life, he has always been a person who knows how to enjoy life.

  Ding ding ding......

  The phone at waist suddenly rang.

  Han Peng had a cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth, looked down at the telegram, and slightly furrowed his brow.

  "What's up," Han Peng said somewhat impatiently.

  "Why is Song Jian still alive," the voice in the receiver said coldly and hoarsely.

  Han Peng spat out the cigarette butt and said, "I'm telling you, Brother Leopard, now several detectives are surrounding that kid Song Jian 24 hours a day. You want me to do it cleanly and neatly, how can I make a move? Killing him is easy, but leaving no trail behind, don't blame me."

  "Hmph, useless thing, I've given you a long time already. Alright, for the next two days, I'll get someone to transfer the police who are secretly following you away, so hurry up and take action, don't make any mistakes." Panther Head said, then hung up the phone.

  Han Peng put away his phone and sneered, "No wonder you're so capable, the police station is full of your people. But no matter how capable you are, you can't enjoy life as openly and honestly as I do."

  He stretched his waist, the warm sunshine, Han Peng squinted his eyes and smiled. He liked this life, at night, he was a sharp knife walking in the night wind, during the day, he was a kind teacher.

  "It's done, a 100,000 yuan deal, killing a small driver, this money is definitely the easiest I've ever earned." Han Peng swung his left foot slightly and landed lightly on the ground. He walked towards the children, "I say kids, all come over, today teacher has something to do, class dismissed early, everyone scatter..."

  Tianda Group is a well-known company in Suzhou, with multiple entertainment cities under its umbrella, and also involves food, medicine, health products, cosmetics, construction, electronics and many other fields.

  It is said that the Tianda Group in Gusu City is just a branch, and the headquarters of the Tianda Group is far overseas.

  Whenever Tian Da Group is mentioned, everyone familiar with the forces of Suzhou will think of one person, a man hiding in the dark but actually controlling Tian Da Group - Bao Zi Tou!

  Some people say that half of the power in Gusu City is in the hands of Leopard Head, not only because Leopard Head has the support of the Tian Da Group, but also because Leopard Head himself is a martial arts master. Legend has it that Leopard Head is indeed a descendant of Lin Chong.

  Baozi Tou, also known as Lin Bao, is a famous figure in Suzhou City's Bai Dao, and everyone knows him.

  In a practice room on the top floor of Jinbi Huihuang, Lin Bao's muscles were tense, "Bang", his fist hit a sandbag.

  The sandbag burst open, and Lin Bao suddenly jumped up, his body rotating 360 degrees in mid-air. With a loud "boom", his right foot kicked the over-300-jin-heavy snakeskin sandbag.

  "Rustle... Bang!"

  The chain of fixed sandbags could no longer withstand this tremendous force and broke, causing the sandbag to fall heavily to the ground.

  Lin Bao raised his hand and let out a mouthful of turbid air.

  "Congratulations, young Master Lin, on successfully cultivating your inner energy and officially becoming a master of the internal school," said an old man with a flattering smile, holding up a towel.

  "It's just a bit of inner energy, wanting to become a true master of the inner sect still requires a long time," Lin Bao took over the towel and wiped his mouth, "but with this one mouthful of inner energy, it's enough for me to dominate the Wu Dao of Gusu City."

  "Yes, yes, congratulations to Master Lin." The old man bowed his head. If one knew this old man, they would definitely be surprised, because this old man was also a celebrity, he was Cai Qingyuan, the CEO of Tianda Group.

  "Hmm, right. That thing with the Song family, I don't want to drag it out any longer. Old Cai, take a look and see if there's anyone available, pull the detective away from the Song kid's side and get rid of him as soon as possible." Lin Bao said in a hoarse voice, he handled things, always without a hitch.

  The old man nodded hastily.

  "Oh, and also, on the west side of Cheng District, our construction company has just been established and doesn't have much credibility. I'm afraid we can't compete with those Sichuan migrant workers from the Water Construction Company. You go find someone to drive them back to their hometown." Lin Bao continued to instruct.

  "I'm afraid it won't be easy, those Sichuan men, they probably won't leave easily," Cai Qingyuan furrowed his brow.

  "You idiot, if you don't leave now, you'll cripple your hands and feet. Without hands and feet, can they still lay bricks?" Lin Bao snorted coldly.

  Cai Qingyuan hastily agreed, took out a red leather notebook he had been carrying with him, flipped through it and said: "Young Master Lin, the newly appointed deputy director of the police bureau, Ren Yingqiu, is actually one of our own people. That kid has gotten quite a few benefits, we can ask for his help."

  Lin Bao nodded, "You go deal with it, remember, absolutely don't leave any trails, and under no circumstances attract the attention of that old man."

  "Don't worry, Mr. Lin," Cai Qingyuan took out his mobile phone and did as he was told.

  At this time, Song Jian was driving a car to send Xia Lin to school for class. After practicing shooting for eight days, 10,000 rounds of ammunition had been used up by Song Jian. However, the results were also very obvious. Now Song Jian's shooting level is not as good as Li Mengya, but compared with ordinary police academy marksmen, it is much better.

  It took eight days to reach this level, which is not only related to the excellent performance of Longwei's pistol, but also to Song Jian's consciousness. In the great Song Dynasty, Song Jian had practiced horseback archery, and although there are great differences between archery and shooting, they share a commonality in essence.

  Ten thousand bullets were gone in eight days, and Song Jian didn't mind. Li Mengya was kind-hearted and proactively gave the free bullets under her name to Song Jian.

  Li Mengya's grandfather Li Changjiang has also made a turn for the better. After using maggot therapy, Li Changjiang's left leg finally started to show signs of new life, with fresh blood and flesh growing. Although it will still take some time for him to fully recover, it is clear that his life is no longer in danger and he will definitely be cured with continued treatment.

  Song Jian felt somewhat owed to Zhou Yumin, who was nominally the full-time driver of this big boss, but drove the public car all day to do private affairs, and even reimbursed the fuel cost.

  "Uncle," Xia Lin asked from her seat in the back row, "are you still going to eat dinner outside today?"

  Song Jian thought for a moment and said, "Not necessarily."

  Xia Lin leaned forward with her small head, her hands grasping Song Jian's shoulders. "Uncle, when are you going to take me to meet your mistress? I promise I won't say anything out of place."

  Song Jian glanced at Xia Lin through the rearview mirror and said, "What mistress, don't talk nonsense."

  "And, look at this, what is it?" Xia Lin said as she pulled out a strand of hair from Song Jian's shoulder. This long strand of hair was left behind when Li Mengya taught Song Jian how to shoot.

  "Bring it to me and let me take a look, uncle. Don't be so stingy, okay? You show it to me, and when I have time, I'll introduce you to my Prince Charming, so you can meet him." Xia Lin poked her head out, with gossiping flames bursting in her eyes.

  Song Jian stopped his car at the school gate and said, "What's going on? Are you dating? Let me tell you, be careful when dating in college, or your sister will tell your mom!"

  "And, mind your own business!" Xia Lin hummed and pushed open the car door. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Wow, there are so many people at the entrance! And look, so many flowers too! Uncle, hurry up and get out of the car, let's go take a look."

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