"Mr. Chen, you only told me that you were catching two Japanese gangsters, but you didn't say that they were the White Councillor!" After everything was settled on Sunday night, Gao Zhenmo sat on the sofa in the hotel, holding a cigar in his hand, and said to Chen Han.

Chen Han gave a cup of tea slowly and smiled: "Sorry, Director Gao."

"I only found out afterwards."

"I believe you!" Director Gao cursed in his heart, but he took a cigar and looked at the tea in front of him, without saying a word.

"By the way." Chen Han raised a finger and shook his head and said, "That's not Mr. Bai. Mr. Bai is a criminal. Congress deprived him of his membership."

"Now, he is not far from death."

Gao Zhenmo nodded thoughtfully: "Even if that's the case, you are not very honest to me."

"Director Gao, do you think Kinmen Group still has friendship with you?"

“We are talking about interests.”

Chen Han put his right hand into the inner bag of the suit, clamped out a bank card with two fingers, handed the bank card to Gao Zhenmo and said, "Twenty modern police cars have been sent to the police hall."

"This is the fuel expenses I personally give to the police department. Please accept it with a smile."

Gao Zhenmo's face was a little unfavorable, but after seeing the "fuel card", he smiled and reached out to grab the bank card, put it in his pocket and leaned against the chair, twisted his shoulders and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"Haha." Chen Han narrowed his eyes and looked at him, his eyes very interesting.

That night.

Bai Daoxue leaned against the wall alone in the detention room of the Procuratorate, looking at the ceiling with his eyes blankly.

To be honest, every member of Congress has more or less unclear background. South Korea really relies on democratic elections to the forefront. There are not just no members of Congress with clean backgrounds, but no one at all!

If it is normal, a gang leader wants to defeat him? It is simply a delusion!

Even if all the evidence is complete, the Procuratorate will be subject to pressure from political parties and Congress, and will not make a decision to approve arrests or prosecute.

Unless one day, Bai Daoxun is liquidated or democratic union collapses. Even so, as long as Bai Daoxun maintains a good relationship with some Ueno bosses, the Procuratorate may not arrest him for the sake of the big guys, and history will spread in the wind.

But this time, Chen Han submitted the evidence to the Procuratorate, and the Procuratorate was given anonymously. The Procuratorate immediately began to take action. It can be seen that he is not a simple gangster, but a powerful force is cooperating with him in the political arena.

Chen Han understood this tacit understanding.

Bai Daoxun also realized it.

"Dada." At this time, a firm and powerful step came from outside the corridor of the detention room. A man wearing a prosecutor's bailiff's uniform was wearing a banana stick around his waist and leather shoes. He stopped and stood at the door of the detention room.

He pulled out the belt with a cold look, took out a blade from the belt, and threw it coldly to the ground: "Mr. Bai, I hope you abide by the rules of politics."

"I will give myself a decent face." Bai Daoxun slowly turned his head to look at him, his eyes flashed with enlightenment, and he nodded simply.

The rules of South Korean politics are to liquidate the loser and die!

The bailiff stood firmly at the door, tapping his fingers gently on the belt.

Bai Daoxun knew that his opponent would not delay him. He had a chance to turn the tables. He stood up on the wall and walked step by step to the door of the detention room, picked up the blade on the ground and looked at the bailiff.

"Uh...uh...uh..." He didn't have the courage to cut his throat with the blade. After hesitating for a moment, he threw the blade into his mouth and swallowed it in one mouthful.

Immediately, he covered his throat and lay on the ground with a ferocious expression. He grabbed the railing with both hands, clanging and shaking the iron railing.

The bailiff looked straight at him, silent until Bai Daoxun rolled up his eyelids and fell to the ground and died. He picked up the whistle around his neck: "Beep!!!"

He took a deep breath and blew the whistle loudly, and the calmness on his face gradually turned into panic, pretending to be quite similar.

...

late at night.

Mr. Yin was sitting in a car with a photo holding his fingers, which was exactly the tragic situation of Bai Daoxun when he died.

"Ah." He sighed.

The secretary drove in front of him, looking back at him while driving.

"Mr. Yin is becoming more and more decisive in doing things."

The secretary has followed Mr. Yin for many years. He has seen Mr. Yin’s ambitions when he was young. Long live his ideals. He has seen Mr. Yin crying at his friend’s funeral and silently sad.

He also saw Mr. Yin resolutely joining politics and was reborn from the ashes.

It can only be said that those who achieve great things do not care about minor details.

Mr. Yin learned from Mr. Lu's lesson that the boundary between black and white is no longer so clear, but the oppression it brings becomes stronger and stronger.

This may be the courage that is truly suitable for the number one person in South Korea.

"Zi." Mr. Yin lowered the car window and threw the photo away. When the secretary saw that the time was ripe, he spoke at the right time: "Mr. Yin, Mr. Chen from Kinmen Group called again to see you. He is already at the door of his house. Have you seen him?"

"Let Ximi invite him in and I'll get home right away."

"Yes, sir."

In Jiangdong District, a high-end apartment building, Chen Hanzheng, Bian Zhongxian and several bodyguards were waiting at the entrance of the community. Soon, the security guard received the news that they were asked to go up.

Chen Han turned around and asked several younger brothers to return to the car to wait. He took Bian Zhongxian into the community alone. When he arrived at the scheduled floor, Mr. Yin's door had been pushed open. His wife "Gu Ximei" was wearing a white long dress and waiting outside the door gently.

"Mr. Chen?"

"Hello, I am In Jae's wife Mi-hee." The lady said with a light bow.

"Hello, madam." Chen Han returned the courtesy politely.

"Yin is asking you to enter the house first, and he will come back soon."

"Thank you, madam." Chen Han said with a smile.

In order to avoid suspicion, Chen Han asked Bian Zhongxian to stay at the door of his house. At the same time, the door was not closed. Then he went into the house with Mrs. Yin and drank the tea made by Mrs. Yin in advance.

"The matter is settled." Since Mr. Yin has invited him into the door, the result of the matter is obvious.

Chen Han sat on the sofa, drinking barley tea, and felt relieved.

He finally invested in the next star of tomorrow.

This kind of investor is difficult to do, and when Mr. Yin takes someone home, his attitude towards seeing Chen Han is very different.

He no longer had the coldness he had before, and stretched out his hand enthusiastically, held Chen Han and said, "Mr. Chen's name is Jiu'ang. I wonder what is the price for Mr. Chen to visit late at night?"

"I know that Mr. Yin had worked as a lawyer at the time, and the group had some legal affairs. I hope Mr. Yin could give some advice."

Mr. Yin had a suit hanging on his arm, and quickly took it off and handed it to his wife. He raised his hand and pointed to the study room and said, "Please inside, please."

After a one-night free talk, the Kinmen Group, including the Kinmen Organization, transformed into Mr. Yin’s greatest political support and political speculator.
Chapter completed!