Chapter 562: Hosting Justice?

**Chapter 563: Dispensing Justice?**

A performer from Jinghong Tower, Lin Yan? Never heard of them.

The Director had no time to speak with this unknown performer. A super "bomb" capable of overturning the main city of Hongchen was sitting right beside him, and he was already overwhelmed. How could he possibly dispense any justice?

"I don't have time right now," the Director said coldly.

"Lin Yan," the performer holding a paper umbrella, showed no intention of leaving. Instead, they glanced at "Li Ruohong," gathered their courage, and spoke: "Director, Li Ruohong, the owner of the Grand World Dance Hall, is leveraging his status as Mu Chunsheng, the chairman of Beidou Consortium's nephew. He's using strong-arm tactics and thuggery to oppress my Jinghong Tower, making it impossible for us to open for business and attract customers... I heard you are the Director of the Police Bureau in the main city of Hongchen, specifically responsible for maintaining order. I want to ask, does justice truly exist in this world?"

The Director stared blankly.

He glanced at "Li Ruohong" beside him, who was smiling brightly at both him and "Lin Yan," not bothering to hide the mockery in his eyes, seemingly very interested in how the Director would respond. Wang Jincheng, the Director of the Police Bureau, had lived for over thirty years and had never encountered such a bizarre situation.

He could understand the feelings of this unknown performer; after all, anyone encountering such a situation would feel terrible, and it was normal to seek justice from him... But you really know how to pick your moments, don't you?! Heart 6 of the Twilight Society was sitting right beside him, planning to send the entire upper echelon of the Hongchen Realm to their doom, and here you are, coming to demand justice right to the face of the very person responsible? You're asking me to dispense justice, but who am I supposed to ask for justice???

The Director's temples throbbed with anxiety. He covered his his face in exasperation, took several deep breaths to calm his utterly frustrating emotions, and then spoke as calmly as possible: "Lin Yan from Jinghong Tower, correct?... I understand your request, but I'm a bit busy right now... How about this, I'll find you once I'm free, alright?"

"So, you will dispense justice for me?" "Lin Yan" pressed seriously.

The Director took another deep breath. "Yes, I will. Please wait for a moment, alright?"

"Lin Yan" glared at "Li Ruohong," then after a long hesitation, turned and walked away, still holding the paper umbrella, heading towards the other side of the venue.

"Haha, you intend to dispense justice for him?" "Li Ruohong" said with a smile.

"Heart 6, perhaps we can talk..." The Director was still trying to negotiate with him. "This won't benefit you either..."

"You already called me a madman, what benefit do I need?"

The Director was instantly speechless, unable to utter a word for a long time.

In contrast, "Li Ruohong" seemed to be in excellent spirits. He patted the Director's shoulder and slowly rose from his seat. "Director Wang, don't forget our wager... And don't try to evacuate these people. I'll be watching you. The moment you tell them about this, I'll immediately detonate the bomb. By then... hehehe."

After saying this, "Li Ruohong" shook the champagne glass in his hand at the Director, drank it all in one gulp, then disappeared from the Director's sight without looking back.

The Director wanted to stop "Li Ruohong," but he was wary of the explosives in his hand. He could only watch him leave, his face so grim it looked like water might drip from it. "Damn it... How did the situation turn out like this??"

Once the Director confirmed "Li Ruohong" was far away, he unhesitatingly pulled out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and pressed the button. "This is Wang Jincheng!! Immediately contact Fusheng Hui! It has been confirmed that three Twilight Society members have infiltrated the Beidou Consortium's birthday banquet, preparing to detonate explosives and kill all attendees!! Repeat!! Immediately contact Fusheng Hui!! We need support!!"

No sooner had this message been sent than the walkie-talkie in his hand shimmered and suddenly transformed into a sweet mousse cake.

The Director froze in place.

"Li Ruohong," holding a transparent umbrella, unhurriedly put the walkie-talkie into his pocket, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curling upwards. He walked through the venue, directly heading to an deserted corridor. Light filtered through the towering stone pillars, casting shadows on the luxurious marble floor. Only two sets of footsteps echoed simultaneously in the empty hallway.

"Li Ruohong" closed his transparent umbrella and slowly walked forward. At the other end of the corridor, a red-clad figure also carrying a paper umbrella was smiling and walking towards him. The moment the two figures passed each other, they raised their hands and slapped them together in celebration, producing a crisp sound.

—Slap!

As two masks fell, both figures simultaneously changed: "Li Ruohong" donned the large red opera robe and reverted to Chen Ling; while "Lin Yan," who had been wearing the large red opera robe, reverted to Li Qingshan.

"Brother Lin, it seems we've got them completely fooled," Li Qingshan said, blinking.

"You'll get used to it... And your acting wasn't bad either."

"Compared to Brother Lin, I still have much to learn."

Chen Ling smiled, not continuing the conversation. Instead, he took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket and casually adjusted it. From earlier, Chen Ling had sensed a faint signal emanating from the direction of Mu Chunsheng's private residence, establishing intermittent connections with the Director's walkie-talkie. He surmised that the Director had secretly sent in a listening device to gather intelligence.

Upon realizing this, Chen Ling changed his strategy. Infiltrating Mu Chunsheng's private residence directly was still somewhat risky. Now, with this listening device, he could more conveniently understand the situation there... Of course, Chen Ling deliberately waited until the Director had sent his distress signal before swapping the device.

As Chen Ling strengthened the signal connection between the two, he silently thanked the Director for his "gift." Truth be told, this Director was quite resourceful, but unfortunately, he had encountered the wrong opponent.

"Brother Lin, what is this?"

"A listening device. It allows us to monitor Mu Chunsheng's situation at any time." What was a very troublesome signal issue for the Director was no challenge at all for Chen Ling. He instantly connected to the listening device's signal, and a muffled conversation emerged from it.

**Mu Chunsheng's Office**

"Chairman, the guests' gifts have arrived," a butler respectfully announced.

In the office, a white-haired figure sat in a wheelchair, occasionally coughing weakly. After a moment, he faintly hummed in acknowledgment.

"What about those two?"

"They are still undergoing security checks, ensuring they aren't carrying any dangerous weapons before entering."

"Very good," Mu Chunsheng nodded slightly. He glanced at the batch of exquisite gift boxes brought in on a cart and casually asked, "Are there any special items among these gifts?"

"Chairman Lu of the Dinglu Consortium sent a vineyard; the Director of the Price Bureau sent a document that had been pending approval; and..." The butler reeled off a list according to the manifest, finally adding: "Young Master Ruohong also sent you a gift, saying you should open it yourself."

Mu Chunsheng's eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze instantly fell upon the gift box with a prominent label. A moment later, he signaled his son to slowly push his wheelchair closer to that gift box...