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The man surrounded by numerous city management officers was none other than Zhang Meng, the head of the city management bureau in Wanhao District.

Unlike his name implies, his round face didn't look particularly fierce; instead, it appeared somewhat sly and cunning. The smile that spread across his face only highlighted his self-satisfaction.

As for the city management officers, they wore expressions of schadenfreude, still retaining a trace of surprise from hearing the news.

Li Rong's nephew is dead?

Wasn't he that brat who caused trouble in the market area all the time?

With his uncle being the chief of the security bureau, the kid had been very arrogant, his minions boldly extorting protection money in the market area.

If anyone refused to comply, they would face a beating or, at worst, have the police captains from the security bureau come and arrest them.

Unfortunately, the city management officers had no good reason to intervene.

They would simply state, "The security bureau is investigating a case; this person has hit, stolen, or robbed something from Li Yuanhao and must be taken back for questioning."

Once someone was taken away, it was challenging to return.

Over time, almost everyone trying to make a living in the market area dared not offend Li Yuanhao, and the security bureau has even begun to brazenly interfere with the management here.

Therefore, these city management officers had long found that brat displeasing to the eye.

Now that they'd heard the one who died was Li Rong's beloved nephew, they practically wanted to set off firecrackers in the street to celebrate—the damn dog had finally died.

The attitude of the city management bureau, coupled with Zhang Meng's clearly mocking words, immediately made Li Rong even more furious.

The barrel of the gun suddenly rose!

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"Quick, someone come! Protect the Director, protect the Director!"

Some city management officers, seeing Li Rong actually raising his gun towards them, immediately started shouting loudly, forming a protective circle around their own director.

The already tense atmosphere suddenly became fraught with tension.

Zhang Meng, looking directly at the gun pointed at him, also flashed a hint of panic.

But in the blink of an eye, he regained his composure.

"What, wounding my people wasn't enough for you?"

"Want to shoot me too?"

"Come on, then."

His eyes, narrowed to slits, stared intently at Li Rong standing next to the SUV, his face showing no fear and even deliberately thrusting his chest forward.

"Shoot here!"

"Let everyone see how impressive Director Li is in Wanhao District!"

One was clearly emotionally unstable, as well as brutal and overbearing chief of the security bureau.

The other was the head of the city management bureau, still unafraid in the face of a gun.

The superior and the inferior were immediately evident.

Li Rong's facial muscles twitched constantly.

He wasn't a fool, naturally understanding that the situation had shifted.

The disdainful glances stealthily cast by people from all around already included many of his own men, though it was mostly subtle.

If this continued, his image and authority both within his bureau and in the eyes of the onlookers would inevitably suffer.

Unless he truly shot Zhang Meng dead.

But was that possible?

Impossible.

Even though Li Rong's position was second only to the district head, Li Wanhao, shooting Zhang Meng dead like this was still out of the question.

After all, Zhang Meng's relationship with Li Wanhao wasn't worse than his.

It might even be better.

Especially since Wanhao District had entered a brief period of peaceful development.

Zhang Meng and his city management bureau had almost taken control of all foreign trade in Wanhao District, transforming the market area into the district's trading center.

It was precisely because of this that Wanhao District's strength had been growing by the day.

As these considerations crossed Li Rong's mind, the courage in his heart dissipated greatly.

And with it came a wave of intense regret.

He had been too impulsive just now.

He shouldn't have fired the gun.

It seemed to have intimidated the crowd, but it had also put him in an extremely unfavorable position, leading to the current predicament.

Li Rong looked at the face of Zhang Meng opposite him, seeing a smile that was not quite a smile, mixed with a hint of mockery, and his resentment deepened once more.

Could this crafty old fox have done this on purpose?

Knowing his own bad temper, had he deliberately sent a few people to provoke and cause trouble?

With that thought, a strong sense of humiliation surged in his heart once again.

No matter what, the other party had achieved their goal.

Li Rong put down the gun.

The disdain and ridicule, both overt and subtle, around him became even more pronounced.

Zhang Meng, who was surrounded by the city management officers, also revealed a hint of triumph on his face.

He then grinned and said,

"That's more like it, getting so hot-tempered at your age."

"It's very easy to find trouble."

Li Rong's expression had returned to calmness.

He looked at Zhang Meng expressionlessly, then turned his gaze to Peng Yue, who also wore a smile, and snorted coldly,

"Zhang Meng, don't get too smug."

"We'll see."

After saying that, he twisted his body, climbed into the car, and with a bang, closed the door.

"Let's go."

The commanding officers around him didn't dare to ask any questions; they could only glare resentfully at the crowd on either side and get into their vehicles to leave.

As the police department personnel retreated, the crowded space in front of the hotel suddenly became much more spacious, and the city management staff gradually dispersed.

"Hey, what are you doing? Disperse, disperse!"

"Stop looking!"

After arranging for his subordinates to chase away the onlookers who had survived the confrontation, Zhang Meng strode towards the front of the hotel with a few men.

When the subordinates around Peng Yue saw someone coming, they immediately moved to stop them but were waved off by him.

"No need to be nervous, Director Zhang is a good friend of mine."

With that, Peng Yue stepped forward, assuming a posture for a hug, with a radiant smile still on his face.

"Director Zhang!"

"You've made me wait!"

"I thought things had gotten so big, you might have found it inconvenient to show up."

Zhang Meng chuckled heh-heh, his face had regained its usual warmth, and he hugged Peng Yue tightly.

"Such a trivial matter."

"What can that Li do to me?"

"Does he really think I don't know that kid has been stirring up trouble everywhere just because he told him to?"

As he spoke, a vicious glint suddenly flashed across his face and he said,

"Even if you guys didn't make a move, I've had enough."

"It's a pity, hahaha..."

The apparent camaraderie between the two aroused curiosity among the brothers behind them and the Hunters.

Even Peng Liu wondered, when had his brother made such a friend?

Wasn't it just a few trades conducted in this area?

Worth it?

But one thing was very clear to them.

These city management officials were definitely not here to pick a fight.

Was this the source of his big brother's confidence?

Peng Liu thought to himself.

No wonder since they arrived here, he kept telling them not to be too low-key, and it was best to deliberately make some noise.

Zhang Ye was also present at the time but did not say much.

They had thought it was because their big brother had the backing of a boss that he had said so.

Now it seemed that was not the case.

As Peng Liu was pondering what kind of relationship these two could have, the excited voice of that Director Zhang had already rung in his ears,

"Little brother, what good stuff have you brought this time around?"

"Hurry and take me to see it!"