Quick Travel: The beginning is Shura Field

Chapter 1611: Poor Workers Help Themselves Online (25)

The man lit up, took a deep breath, and showed an intoxicated and enjoyable expression as if no one was around: "Brother Dai, I am also a direct subordinate of President Fu. You and I are at the same level. It is reasonable for me to stop you, right?"

"Besides, the project here was personally approved by President Fu, and he also carefully instructed me not to let anyone else interfere, and this naturally includes you, Brother Dai."

Dai Ke raised his chin slightly and stared at the man in front of him who seemed to be in poor health: "I have been with Mr. Fu for nine years. Why do you think you are on the same level as me?"

Dai Ke took a step forward and said, "Get out of the way!"

The other party knew that if Dai Ke forced his way in, they would not be able to stop him even if they added up their people. He made a call directly, turned on the hands-free function, and heard Fu Boting's impatient hoarse voice from the phone: "What's the matter?"

"Boss Fu, Dai is here at the 8th plate. She insists on going into the factory to check. I can't stop her. How about you talk to her?"

Fu Boting yelled, "Let him go!"

After yelling, the phone was hung up. The man shrugged and said provocatively: "You heard it too. Mr. Fu asked you to get out!"

Dai Ke clenched his back teeth and sneered: "What's your name?"

"Zhao Ze."

"Okay, I'll remember you. I hope you can always be so arrogant."

Watching Dai Ke leave, Zhao Ze entered the factory.

In front of the shabby sofa, several people sat around the table, greedily inhaling the white powder on the table, intoxicated in the woven dream, but did not notice that their bodies had been completely depleted.

"Brother Zhao, you provoked Dai Ke just now, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate against you?"

Zhao Ze said confidently: "Boss Fu asked me to take over such an important project. He must want to use me. Maybe one day I will replace Dai Ke."

As he said that, he kicked the person next to him and woke him up: "Tell the people below to attract more customers. The more money we make, the greater the chance of me becoming the new second-in-command!"

The man woke up in shock: "I know, boss!"

Not far from Gate 8, Dai Ke shouted, "Stop the car!"

The car braked suddenly and Dai Ke took out a gun from the secret compartment under the seat.

Seeing Dai Ke get off the car, Zhang Miao followed him and asked, "Where are you going?"

Dai Ke put his gun away and looked at the building not far away: "I have to go check what kind of shameless things are going on inside."

The male and female protagonists have been living in their own world during this period, and their feelings must have been developed to a certain extent. Dai Ke also needs an opportunity to "cooperate" with Ji Jingan.

Then it would be a good opportunity to forcibly check the secrets of the No. 8 handicap and anger Fu Boting again.

"I'm with you."

Dai Ke did not refuse. He quickly returned to the factory and kicked the door open.

boom--

A loud noise suddenly woke up the group of people who were immersed in "happiness" inside.

Dai Ke looked at the unknown powder scattered on the table and sneered, "So this is the project that Mr. Fu doesn't want me to participate in?"

"You are so brave to smuggle and sell drugs!"

Zhao Ze stood up suddenly: "Who the hell let you in!"

Dai Ke loaded the gun in front of Zhao Ze and fired accurately at the powder on the table. With a "bang", the table was penetrated and the powder on the table splashed everywhere.

The few people who were just immersed in hallucinations immediately ran away in fear.

Dai Ke pointed his gun at Zhao Ze and said, "Take me in."

Zhao Ze suppressed his fear and shouted, "Dai Ke, this is Mr. Fu's business. Are you going to go against Mr. Fu's decision?"

boom--

Dai Ke fired unexpectedly. Zhao Ze covered his forearm with his hand, his face pale. When he fell down, his sunglasses fell off, revealing a pair of eyes with heavy dark circles, like a dried corpse with all the energy sucked out.

"I'm warning you, I don't have much patience. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll shoot you to death next time."

Zhao Ze finally understood why Dai Ke could be the second-in-command. With her personality of being the one who says what she means, no one except Fu Boting would dare to disobey her.

Zhao Ze stood up by supporting himself on the sofa, covering his bloody arm, and led Dai Ke to the back hall.

In the warehouse at the back, Dai Ke looked at the stacked wooden boxes and ordered, "Open them!"

Zhao Ze didn't want to obey, but looking at Dai Ke's cold eyes that did not allow any arguments, he picked up the crowbar beside him and pried open the lid that was sealed with nails.

Dai Ke took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and moved closer to the wooden box. Looking at the sealed powder inside, she couldn't hide the shock in her eyes for a second.

Looking at these boxes, they are probably filled with this kind of stuff. With such a large quantity, it will harm at least tens of thousands of people.

Just as Dai Ke was considering whether to cooperate with Ji Jingan on this matter, he heard Zhang Miao shouting behind him: "Be careful!"

When Dai Ke turned around, she saw Zhang Miao facing her, his body falling towards her.

Dai Ke subconsciously helped him up, and also saw Zhao Ze holding an iron rod behind Zhang Miao. "Go to hell!"

At this moment, Zhao Ze was thinking about revenge for the previous shot, and at the same time he was also thinking about killing Dai Ke so that he could take over.

The iron rod, filled with murderous intent, came swinging with a sound of breaking through the air. Dai Ke bent down to avoid it and kicked Zhao Ze in the knee.

As the other party knelt down in pain, Dai Ke picked up the iron rod on the ground and swung it towards Zhao Ze's head.

"Ah!" Zhao Ze wailed while holding his head which was bleeding. Dai Ke turned around to check on Zhang Miao's condition.

Noticing that the back of Zhang Miao's head was soaked with blood, Dai Ke helped him up and walked out.

After getting in the car, Dai Ke started the car and drove straight to the hospital.

Zhang Miao leaned back in his chair with a pale face, but he was actually in the mood to laugh: "It's great that you're not hurt."

Dai Ke looked at him through the rearview mirror, his dark tone ambiguous: "Talk less." Zhang Miao's wound was quite serious, and he had thirteen stitches when he came out of the operating room.

Dai Ke stood in front of the bed, looking at Zhang Miao, who had his eyes closed and looked in pain, and said, "The doctor said you need to rest. You have a moderate concussion, so you should rest well in the hospital for the time being."

Zhang Miao endured the headache and said weakly: "I'm fine, and you need help during this period, don't you?"

"You're not the only one I can use. Have a good rest. The nurse will come to take care of you later."

Watching Dai Ke leave, Zhang Miao felt annoyed by the sudden episode.

What happened tonight will definitely be reported to Fu Boting, and the two of them may take action. If he is not with Dai Ke, the information he can collect will be very little.

However, he had successfully completed Fu Shiqi's request, so he should not be blamed even if he did not receive any news during this period.

Dai Ke went to Lishan Manor. Several people who received the news had been gathered in the living room.

Dai Ke looked at the eight people in the living room who were obviously exhausted, and he knew that they could not handle the intensive training of the past two days.

Dai Ke asked the two teachers who taught them shooting and fighting: "Who has the worst progress and talent among them?"

Without waiting for the teacher to answer, Fang Mei, who was standing at the very edge, began to look nervous and lowered her head, not daring to look at Dai Ke.

The two teachers pointed at Fang Mei at the same time: "She!"