Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 529 - 107: Only Those Beaten to Death Are Called Mad Dogs

Paying money for services is the rule of the Jianghu World.

But it’s often the case that those who care least about the rules are the ones who expect others to adhere to them.

Wang Yunxiao walked into the office holding a gun and saw a hint of puzzlement on the face of the middle-aged man in the suit that was not easy to detect.

Shen Zhidong, nicknamed Half-City Shen.

A successful and conscientious entrepreneur, philanthropist, and renowned upstanding member of society.

Just how clean was this man? To put it bluntly, his money was as if blown in by the wind.

In the great development of Tianmen, Shen Zhidong seized the moment, grasped the opportunity, and with only a trivial amount of capital, he bought up a large amount of barren land in the Seaside District.

Then with just a little more trivial cash, he built houses on these plots of land. He built one and sold one, making a fortune.

As for whether there were any illegal or disciplinary issues in this process, nobody could suss it out on the street, at least there was no talk of anyone who sued the Shen Family and ended up winning against them.

So Shen Zhidong was puzzled, he didn’t quite understand why such a petty officer... well, even if it was a cop from the Special Service Section, who only earns a salary of twenty bucks a month, would dare to spout off in front of him.

If one’s conscience is clear, they do not fear a crooked shadow. Have you considered your own consequences by treating me this way?

"Mr. Shen, is it?"

Wang Yunxiao’s gaze swept across the two people in the office and instantly determined who the real master was.

"Stand up, I have a couple of questions for you."

Shen Zhidong took a drag of his cigar, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said with a sideways glance at Wang Yunxiao in a deep voice, "Until my lawyer arrives, I have nothing to discuss with you."

"So you’re giving up the opportunity to cooperate?"

Wang Yunxiao bent down to grab the bottom of the sofa and with a bit of effort, he flipped the entire sofa over, leaving Shen Zhidong to fall on the floor in a sorry state.

Clang, thud—!

The high-end luxury leather sofa was tossed out the window by Wang Yunxiao, and two seconds later it crashed to the ground.

Shen Zhidong sat on the floor, staring dumbfounded at all of this.

This is a freaking lunatic!

Can one reason with a madman?

So when Wang Yunxiao cheerfully repeated the question, "You are Mr. Shen, right?" he quickly nodded in agreement.

The ancients say, he who recognizes the times is a wise man.

"I am Shen Zhidong, what do you want with me?"

"Actually, I’m not here to see you."

Wang Yunxiao took out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it in front of Shen Zhidong, "Do you recognize this phone number?"

Are you nuts!

You come barging in and just ask if I recognize this phone number?

Do you know who I am? Do you know how many calls I take in a day?

Shen Zhidong cursed inwardly.

But on the outside, he remained composed, narrowing his eyes to take a closer look.

Indeed, even though Half-City Shen was extremely busy, he was quite familiar with this phone number.

It was his daughter Shen Qingxi’s number.

"I recognize it, are you looking for Qingxi?"

"Where is this phone installed?"

Shen Zhidong was a bit slow to react, as each of Wang Yunxiao’s questions exceeded his expectations.

You’re not looking for a person, but for a phone?

Are you insane? Truly must be some serious illness!

During those few seconds of hesitation, Wang Yunxiao raised his gun, "Don’t waste time, I’ll count to three."

Crazy dog!

Shen Zhidong raised his hands and said, "I need to make a call to check."

"You can, do it now."

Shen Zhidong looked at the muzzle of the gun, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.

"It’s me, check where Old Three is staying now, see if the phone number left is xxx..."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Xiangdong picked up pen and paper from the table, wrote down an address, and handed it to Wang Yunxiao: "Will this do?"

"Very good, Boss Shen, to have started from scratch and built such a big business, your mind is indeed sharp."

Wang Yunxiao glanced at the address, folded the paper, and tucked it into his own pocket.

At this moment, a bald, gold-haired man wearing gold-rimmed glasses squeezed in from the door and coughed before saying, "Hello, I am Mr. Shen’s specially appointed lawyer, please let me see your identification..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yunxiao responded with a backhanded elbow strike.

The elbow grazed the bald man’s nose and hit the wall beside him.

A loud thud was heard as a large hole was smashed into the wall.

The faces of Shen Zhidong and the newly arrived lawyer changed dramatically at the same time.

"Wait a minute!"

"What do you think you’re doing?"

Wang Yunxiao pushed with his hand, and the entire wall fell down.

This was a partition within Shen Zhidong’s office, with no obvious entrance or exit, looking just like a secret room.

The secret room was empty except for a sinister-looking Western Demon God Statue standing in the center.

"What a pleasant surprise."

Wang Yunxiao had scoured Shen Garden without finding any substantial evidence, yet he never expected to uncover such an item simply by flipping through a notebook at the entrance of Shen Zhidong’s company.

Do you think that no one would dare to check on you, and that’s why you confidently placed such a thing right where you’re most accessible?

Notebooks have their limitations, but by now, Wang Yunxiao had more or less mastered how to use them.

Simply put, it’s like the hardware isn’t capable of handling triple-A titles, but it’s still more than sufficient for playing card games, Minesweeper, Warcraft, or Red Alert.

When Wang Yunxiao looked directly at the King of Tingdaros, his mind passively received countless pieces of information, yet the notebook didn’t show a thing.

But when detecting the Solomon Demon God Statue, it was spot on every time.

After all, this thing is a magic phone, not the Demon God himself.

Wang Yunxiao had not initially planned to expose this secret; he had his own pace for doing things.

Having gotten Shen Qingxi’s address, he was ready to leave, but Shen Zhidong had to call in a lawyer.

"Care to explain, Boss Shen, the thing you keep right under your nose? Don’t tell me you know nothing about it."

Shen Zhidong glanced subconsciously at the lawyer, who quickly said, "We will certainly have a reasonable explanation for this matter, but before that, we need to clarify one thing, which is whether your actions..."

"You can explain, can you? Come on, let’s go and you can do so."

Wang Yunxiao grabbed the lawyer by the shoulder, turned to Shen Zhidong with a smile, and said, "Boss Shen, I’m borrowing your lawyer, you don’t mind, do you?"

"Wait a minute, you can’t..."

"Shut up!"

Wang Yunxiao slapped the lawyer across the face, cutting off his words.

Shen Zhidong snorted coldly, "I’ll call your chief and have a good talk with him about what happened today."

Wang Yunxiao laughed, "Go ahead, call now, don’t worry about my feelings."

Shen Zhidong silently watched Wang Yunxiao take his lawyer away, then turned to look at Yang Mocheng, who had been sitting beside him sipping tea, pretending to be non-existent.

"What’s this? Releasing a mad dog to bite people? Your methods are a bit too low."

"Is that what you think?"

Yang Mocheng shook his head and said in a low voice, "Call your father, with your abilities, you probably can’t handle this situation."

Shen Zhidong sneered, "It’s just a lowly police officer, if it wasn’t for someone prompting from behind, he wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant and presumptuous even with a hundred times the courage!"

Yang Mocheng laughed, "Do you know how people described the President when she first came to Tianmen years ago?"

"How did they describe her? Young and promising? A heroine?"

"A mad dog."

Shen Zhidong was stunned.

"Those who called her that back in the day, now have grass three meters high on their graves."

"Those killed after biting people are called mad dogs, but the one who bites everyone to death and stands on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, that’s called the auspicious beast, the Qilin."