Chapter 185 A Change of Rules

The Old Triangle was not a lawless and chaotic place, nor was it a war zone filled with smoke. There were rules and constraints here. Therefore, Su Tianyu's decision to attack and rescue Gui Mengxiong's military intelligence personnel was a huge risk he was taking.

Once the gun was fired, at the very least, it was an attack on a military intelligence officer with a title. At worst, it was armed personnel from another region openly attacking a military officer in the Old Triangle, which could escalate into a political and diplomatic incident.

Once this matter was exposed and fermented, even Little Prince Pingxi might not have a reason to save Su Tianyu. Once someone was pinned down in the Old Triangle, they would be as good as dead.

Therefore, Su Tianyu had no choice. If he was going to do it, he had to do it thoroughly and not give the other party any handle.

In fact, Su Tianyu had no choice but to do this. He had put all his bets on Gui Mengjun. If he couldn't win, all the previous investments would be in vain.

Why was it necessary to keep Gui Mengxiong and Wu Ziliang? Because they had influence in the Gui family's group. If these two ran away and were controlled by Tai Zhengkang, they could continue to win over the fence-sitters and relatives of the Gui family, and continue to create divisions and family splits. At that time, Gui Mengjun would be attacked from both sides and would still be in danger of overturning.

Considering the above reasons, Su Tianyu decided to go all the way and directly scoop up the rescue personnel as well, completely nipping in the bud Tai's family's idea of infiltrating the Gui faction's group and secretly instigating internal strife.

...

In the alley.

After Su Tianyu and the others finished their work, they carefully cleaned up the scene before leaving with Wu Ziliang.

After everyone slipped away, they did not return to the supplies factory, nor did they go to Gui Mengjun. Instead, they went directly to their hiding place to wait for the Gui family to finish the rest of the matter.

On the other side, the headquarters of Gui's Trading Group.

Gui Mengjun sat at the head of the conference table, playing with his mobile phone in a relaxed manner, ignoring the senior executives and relatives who came to attend the meeting.

At this moment, in the conference room, there were Gui Mengjun's direct subordinates, fence-sitters who followed the wind, and even the family members of the rebels who had just been tied up. In short, there were quite a few people, more than forty in total.

Quiet. After a brief silence, a young man walked into the room: "President, the riot at the supplies factory is over. The police department and the riot police have all gone, and the old man is fine."

"Ah, I see," Gui Mengjun replied without even raising his head.

Some people in the room smiled, some looked nervous, and some were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

Gui Mengjun sat crookedly in the wide boss's chair, his right elbow resting on the armrest, his posture lazy.

After another short while, one of Brother Pao's men walked into the room and continued in a hoarse voice: "President, the police department sent a message saying that Gui Mengxiong is dead. They don't know who shot him to death in an alley in the Hedong suburbs. Police officers have already rushed there."

Gui Mengjun raised his head when he heard this: "Ah, dead?"

"Yes, a deputy director of the police department gave the news. It should be very accurate," the man replied in an affirmative tone.

"Alas."

Gui Mengjun sighed, slowly put down his mobile phone, and said, "It's a pity. I still wanted to see him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room was unusually quiet, and even the breathing of the senior executives on both sides was so clear.

Gui Mengjun put his hands together, a smile on his face, and slowly scanned the senior executives in the room: "Sometimes, the fake can test the real. After I had an accident at sea, some people kicked me when I was down, some people peeped through the door, and some even wanted to kill my whole family. Hehe, I thought I had treated you all well in the past, but I didn't expect such a result."

Everyone was silent.

"Many of you here are related to me, but the connection between blood can make us closer, or it can make us hate each other more when conflicts occur. Because betrayal between relatives is the most naked and the most difficult to forgive." The smile on Gui Mengjun's face slowly dissipated: "I used to be too soft-hearted. Today, let's change the rules."

Gui Mengjun slowly stood up, looked at everyone with his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice: "I have found people from the Economic Crime Investigation Department. There are four buses downstairs that can hold hundreds of people, waiting to arrest people. I don't know who to let go up and whose second half of their life should be spent in prison, so let you decide for yourselves. I will have the door of this conference room locked in a while. From now until nine o'clock tomorrow morning, whoever reports the most people can avoid getting on the bus. There are only twenty places, so you have to hurry."

In the conference room, those fence-sitters and the family members of the high-level officials who participated in the rebellion all looked at Gui Mengjun in astonishment, their eyes filled with horror.

After Gui Mengjun finished speaking, he turned to look at the secretary: "It's hard to work late into the night. Get them some coffee. The company is treating."

After speaking, Gui Mengjun turned and left with a gloomy face, while those high-level officials who supported him and stood by him also got up triumphantly, scanned the anxious group with contempt, and floated away.

Time passed by minute by minute. In the quiet conference room, someone suddenly shouted: "He's trying to sow discord and make us tear each other apart. If we don't write and don't speak, I don't believe he can send everyone to prison! If that's the case, the group will collapse too."

"You're right!" A middle-aged man next to him had already picked up a pen and paper, perfunctorily echoed, and started writing on the table.

About five minutes later, the room was quiet again. Almost ninety-nine percent of the people were holding pens and paper, burying their heads in writing.

"Damn it, we agreed to work together, but now we're biting each other? You're all writing, right?! Then I'll write too. Let's all finish it together!" The middle-aged man who spoke first no longer insisted and wrote more fiercely than anyone else, with reasons and evidence, and directions for investigation.

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Downstairs.

Gui Mengjun bent down and got into the car. The young man in the passenger seat turned around and said to him, "Yu Ming wants to talk to you."

"Don't answer," Gui Mengjun waved his hand without hesitation.

Near the border.

Seven or eight high-level executives and managers of the Gui faction's group who rebelled with Gui Mengxiong and Wu Ziliang were all kneeling on the ground.

Next to them, the leader of a group of border bandits, smoking a cigarette, waved his hand directly.

"Bang bang bang...!"

Gunshots rang out, and all seven or eight high-level executives were shot and killed, their blood staining the land red.

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Inside the car.

Gui Mengjun dialed Su Tianyu's phone: "Did everything go smoothly when you dealt with Gui Mengxiong?"

"Not smoothly," Su Tianyu shook his head: "Someone was picking him up."

"Who?" Gui Mengjun asked.

"They said they were in military intelligence."

"...!" Gui Mengjun thought for a moment, then immediately asked in a serious tone: "Did you clean it up?"