Chapter 902: Chapter 902

Watching Ling Chen and Leng Feifei leaving, Song Wen finally panicked, hurriedly rushing in front of Ling Chen to block his way.

"What are you doing?" Ling Chen looked at Song Wen coldly and asked.

"Ling... Mr. Ling." Song Wen forced out a smile uglier than crying, pleading, "It was my fault just now, please be the bigger person and don’t hold it against me." After a pause, he continued, "What I said earlier was out of anger, I didn’t truly mean to fire Feifei. She’s an excellent employee of our company, I couldn’t bear to let her go."

At this moment, Song Wen was truly scared. If he really dismissed Leng Feifei, he could foresee what would happen tomorrow.

By then, the company’s board would definitely have a talk with him, urging him to submit his resignation voluntarily. Not only that, the board would personally bring Leng Feifei back.

After all, Leng Feifei was connected with the Hongyu Group. In East Sea City, no company could ignore the existence of Hongyu Group.

Ling Chen snorted softly, "Words spoken are like water spilled; do you think you can just take it back at will? Mr. Song, this is East Sea City. You’re just a small company executive, don’t take yourself too seriously. Feifei won’t be returning to work at your company, so give up on that idea."

Saying this, without caring about Song Wen’s pitiful pleas, Ling Chen took Nanrong Wanqing and Leng Feifei straight out of the manor.

But just as the three of them reached the entrance of the manor, ready to get into the car, they suddenly saw seven or eight minivans driving up from the opposite side of the street.

Once those minivans parked by the road, as the doors slid open, dozens of young men jumped out, each holding a newspaper. Seeing the appearance of those youths, Ling Chen frowned slightly.

Judging by their looks, it was obvious they were gangsters, and their newspapers were rolled with machetes and iron rods. Just judging from their stance, it was clear they were there for a brawl.

Just then, from the other end of the road, several more minivans and a few sedans arrived. The cars stopped, and a young man stepped out from the lead sedan. Upon seeing this person, Ling Chen was taken aback.

What a coincidence, to run into Jiang Hao leading his men against Zhao Zhengxiong’s people. After all, this private manor’s location was quite secluded, with few residents around — an excellent place for a fight.

As the two sides, numbering in dozens, gradually approached, Ling Chen hurriedly pulled Nanrong Wanqing and Leng Feifei back, to avoid being accidentally injured by either side.

"Damn!" Jiang Hao spat out the cigarette hanging from his lips in anger and cursed, "Where’s that bastard Zhao Zhengxiong? He can smash my place but can’t show his face?"

"Our boss said, for someone like you, he doesn’t need to come himself. Jiang Hao, out of past respect, our boss asked me to convey that if you join him, he will still treat you like a brother."

"Get lost!" Jiang Hao said coldly, "If he truly saw me as a brother, he wouldn’t have done things to betray me. Enough talk, today I will teach you a lesson so you know who the real boss of East Sea City is."

As Jiang Hao finished speaking, the dozens of youths behind him immediately brandished their machetes and steel rods, charging crazily at the other side.

When the two gangs collided, the sounds of metal clanging and pained cries echoed continuously.

At this time, security personnel from the private manor swiftly mobilized, surrounding the manor to protect it, ensuring the brawlers didn’t affect the guests.

This time, attendees of the banquet were all people of status and position, and they had never witnessed such a large street brawl before. After a brief panic, seeing there was no danger, everyone took out their phones with interest, filming the street fight scene.

"Ling Chen." Nanrong Wanqing tugged on Ling Chen’s sleeve, pointing at Jiang Hao in the melee, and said, "Isn’t that your friend?"

"Yes, his name is Jiang Hao. You’ve seen him before."

"Aren’t you going to help him? What if something happens?" Nanrong Wanqing was somewhat worried.

Ling Chen smiled faintly, "Don’t worry, it’s nothing. He’s someone who earns his living this way. If he can’t handle such a small trouble, how can he be the boss?"

As they spoke, the fight became more and more intense, with more people falling to the ground, either slashed by machetes or their heads smashed by steel rods. The scene was chaotic, full of screams and blood.

Some onlooking women couldn’t help but look away, unable to face the gruesome scene.

The number of people on both sides was similar, and they had all undergone similar training, with comparable skills. After over ten minutes, more than half of the combatants on both sides were injured, significantly reducing their combat strength.

At this moment, the sound of police sirens pierced through the night sky, reaching the ears of everyone.

Ling Chen turned his head to look, seeing over ten police cars with flashing red and blue lights swiftly approaching from both ends of the street, preparing to pin down all the brawlers in the middle.

"The police are here, run!"

Seeing the police cars, Jiang Hao didn’t dare delay, quickly calling his men, ignoring their vehicles, and hurriedly fleeing towards the street corner and alleys. In no time, only dozens of severely injured brawlers who couldn’t escape were left on the street.

"Arrest them all, take them back."

Hearing a familiar voice rise from the crowd, Ling Chen was slightly stunned. He focused his gaze and saw Xia Mutong, wearing a neat police uniform, standing among a group of officers, directing the arrests.

When did she wake up?

Ling Chen was somewhat surprised. The last time he saw Xia Mutong, she was still lying unconscious in a hospital ward. It hadn’t been long, and not only had she woken up, but she also returned to work at the police station.

That fat guy, why didn’t he tell me about this? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

Pondering this, Ling Chen sensed a sharp gaze cast from a distance. He looked up and saw Xia Mutong among the crowd, staring at him with a grim expression.

"Officer Xia." Ling Chen immediately forced a smile, waved at Xia Mutong, and after greeting, he whispered a few words to Nanrong Wanqing beside him, then stepped forward, heading towards Xia Mutong.

Once up close, Ling Chen smiled and asked, "Officer Xia, long time no see. Have you fully recovered?"

Xia Mutong snorted, her face expressionless, "You don’t need to worry about that. Let me ask you, what happened just now?"

"What do you mean what happened, Officer Xia? I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

"Ling Chen, don’t try to fool me. Those who fought just now were all your people. Do you think I don’t know?"