Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System

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Over an hour later, the city government parking lot.

Ji Liyang dialed a number again, speaking briefly: "Secretary Kong, is the leader in a meeting? I'd like to see him."

After a moment of silence on the other end, the response was: "Mr. Ji, the leader is on a business trip and won't be back until next month."

Ji Liyang was stunned for a moment, then finally said, "Okay, thank you."

After hanging up, he looked up at the office building opposite, his frown deepening, a vague sense of unease rising within him.

The troubles he was currently facing weren't exactly insurmountable for him; what truly worried him was that some people's attitudes toward him seemed to have changed.

This change was extremely dangerous for someone of his status.

...

At seven in the evening, as dusk fell.

Puxin District, by the roadside at the entrance of Yushuiwan Bathhouse.

Inside a van, Chen Wei looked up at the luxuriously decorated entrance, his gaze grim.

This bathhouse was an establishment under Brother Xiong's name, where he and his brothers liked to come for massages when they had nothing to do.

"Take down all those lackeys inside, focus on the leader named Xiong Jun, go hard but leave him breathing. Once you're done, drag them out, strip them, and throw them at the entrance," Chen Wei said as he glanced at his watch, "I've already made arrangements. You have twenty minutes, start now."

"Understood."

The five sturdy men inside the van took out black hoods they had prepared in advance, opened the car doors, and dashed towards the bathhouse.

Yushuiwan, on the fourth floor in one of the private rooms, Brother Xiong, immersed in comfort, suddenly heard a commotion outside.

Annoyed, he waved at one of the technicians: "Go see what's happening outside."

"Okay, boss." The technician adjusted her short skirt and walked out nimbly in high heels to check.

"Continue." Brother Xiong lowered his head again, burying his face in the softness.

After about half a minute, the technician who had gone out rushed back in panic, even her high heels had slipped off.

"Boss, there's a fight outside..."

"If there's a fight, can't you call Xiao Bo to handle it?" Brother Xiong reprimanded in dissatisfaction.

The technician anxiously replied, "Xiao Bo... Manager Bo was knocked down!"

Hearing this, Brother Xiong jumped off the bed and slipped on shorts, heading towards the outside.

In the fourth-floor hall, several guys wearing black hoods were engaged in a brawl with the dozen or so of Brother Xiong's subordinates.

Calling it a brawl was slightly flattering to his subordinates. Despite their hefty size, they were like weak chicks before those five men.

In less than two minutes, seventeen or eighteen underlings were all disarmed, lying on the floor wailing.

Brother Xiong, who had stormed out of the private room filled with fury, saw this scene and his anger disappeared instantly.

These guys were too formidable, similar to the guy who beat up his underlings in the restaurant last night.

This situation was clearly targeted at him, and confrontation was definitely not the wise move.

He quickly slipped back into the private room, locked the door, and took out his phone to make a call.

"Get over here! Call in reinforcements to the club! Bring weapons!"

After finishing the call, he cast a quick glance around the room, finally fixing his gaze on the massage bed.

This type of massage bed had one end that could be raised, so you could recline when washing feet, and lie down to sleep after lowering it.

There was a hollow space underneath that could fit a large suitcase.

Brother Xiong's eyes darted; he quickly moved to the head of the massage bed, pressing the lift button while instructing the two female technicians in the room: "Once I'm inside, you open the door. If someone comes over, just say I left earlier."

"O... okay..." The two female technicians nodded in panic.

Once the end of the massage bed was raised completely, Brother Xiong struggled to squeeze inside, but he underestimated his size. Even though he bent as much as he could, he managed to get his lower body in, but his shoulders and head were still stuck.

Meanwhile, the fight outside had ended, and chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the door.

Brother Xiong was sweating profusely in anxiety, while the two female technicians were helping, pressing down on his arms.

"Crack!"

A wooden snapping sound occurred, as the wooden frame under the bed finally gave out and broke apart.

Brother Xiong and the two female technicians froze, pausing all action.

Now, there was no place left to hide in the room.

Brother Xiong quickly climbed up from the floor, pushed open the window, and looked down; it was the fourth floor, a good eight to nine meters high, with a concrete ground below. Jumping down would be deadly.

But if he didn't jump, given how ruthless those people were, he wouldn't fare well.

After some internal conflict, Brother Xiong ultimately didn't have the courage to jump.

Even though he didn't know the identity of the attackers, whoever sent them wouldn't likely want him dead, perhaps money could resolve this...

Just thinking that, the sound of someone banging on the door finally came, accompanied by low shouts.

"Open the door!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Seeing no one opening the door, the banging turned into hard kicks.

Brother Xiong involuntarily shivered, praying that his reinforcements would arrive quickly, while the two female technicians beside him were trembling in fear.

"Crash!"

After a few kicks, the door lock finally gave way, and the door was violently kicked open.

Three sturdy men wearing black hoods rushed into the room, while the other two stayed outside to keep watch.