Chapter 59 - 2#
Twenty minutes later, the heads of the brand partners attending this drinking party had all arrived. After two or three rounds of laced foreign liquor, everyone had revealed their true colors.
There were three small rooms arranged inside the private room.
The bold ones started fooling around right at the table, while the more reserved ones took their chosen drinking companions into the small rooms.
Meng Zhide’s orientation had always been peculiar, and he felt no interest in any of these people.
Besides, that kick from Jing Shun back then had been quite heavy—a certain part of him still throbbed with pain.
The rising intoxication made Meng Zhide dizzy and breathless. He simply got up and stepped outside the private room to get some fresh air.
Night had fallen, and the city lights flickered on, yet they failed to illuminate the filth and disgust lurking in the corners.
Meng Zhide stood on the rooftop terrace, slowly smoking his last cigarette. Before he could even think about heading back, a commotion erupted from the direction of the private room.
Panicked voices of men and women rose and fell in waves.
Then came a resounding command: “Police! Nobody move! Someone reported you for group debauchery!”
“Everyone! Get dressed and stand against the wall! Now!”
“…”
Catching a glimpse of the police at the private room entrance from afar, Meng Zhide was startled sober. The cigarette between his fingers burned down to the filter, mercilessly scorching his fingertip.
“Ah, sss!”
He quickly flicked it to the ground and stomped it out frantically.
Reported?
How could they have been reported?
He had paid off the hotel manager! Who the hell had leaked the news?
Meng Zhide couldn’t figure it out, but he knew his priority was to escape!
Taking advantage of the police entering the private room, he darted into the nearest emergency stairwell and fled downward in a blind panic.
The lights in the stairwell were broken, leaving only the faint green glow of the “Emergency Exit” signs.
The sudden intense exertion made Meng Zhide’s still-recovering head spin again.
Footsteps echoed from above—urgent and overlapping.
Just as Meng Zhide was about to dismiss it as an auditory hallucination, someone grabbed his arm from behind, yanking him to a halt.
His center of gravity lurched backward. Turning to look, he saw two burly men flanking him, pinning him in place.
The stairwell was too dark, and the two strangers wore masks, making it impossible to see their faces. He struggled but couldn’t break free. “Who—who are you? Let me go!”
They didn’t bother to answer, only tightened their grip. “Behave! Don’t move!”
Tap—tap—tap—
Suddenly, footsteps sounded again from the stairs above.
The clatter of leather shoes echoed through the empty stairwell like a countdown to death.
Meng Zhide’s breath quickened. A foreboding sense of dread coiled around his heart. He wanted to shout, but he was afraid of attracting the police from the top floor.
Before long, another figure appeared before Meng Zhide.
The imposing stature exuded an almost tangible pressure, enveloping him in shadow and carrying a terrifying force.
The green fluorescence from the emergency exit sign cast a glow on the newcomer’s profile. With a mask and a baseball cap, only a pair of pitch-black eyes were visible.
Meng Zhide caught the coldness in those eyes, his hair standing on end. “Who are you?”
The two muscular men behind him spoke in unison: “Sir.”
“Sir?”
No name at all!
When had he offended someone like this?
Meng Zhide’s legs went weak under the man’s piercing gaze. He racked his brains, until he heard the other man ask, word by word:
“Which hand touched his ankle?”
“…”
Meng Zhide’s reaction was slow, but it finally clicked. “What’s your relationship with Jing Shun? Did he send you—”
“You’re not worthy of speaking his name.” Chi Gui cut him off sharply, his cold gaze fixed on the right hand. “Right hand?”
Almost simultaneously, the two enforcers behind him moved—
One covered Meng Zhide’s mouth, while the other seized his wrist joint and twisted it viciously.
“Ah!” The pain of dislocation shot through him instantly, but it was stifled in his throat.
Chi Gui wasn’t done. He asked again, “Or the left hand?”
Before the words faded, double the agony engulfed Meng Zhide’s entire body, making him wish he were dead!
Chi Gui ordered, “Let go.”
The two enforcers obeyed, releasing him without mercy.
Meng Zhide collapsed to the ground in disgrace, his dislocated hands hanging limp, immobile.
Chi Gui looked down and silently stepped on them.
Meng Zhide couldn’t even force a sound from his throat, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
He never imagined Jing Shun had a madman like this by his side!
Chi Gui trampled him for a long while before slowly stepping back half a pace.
He looked at the barely breathing Meng Zhide, unwilling to let him off that easily. “Take him down and hand him over to the police later. Say you’re the ones who reported it, that you staked out and caught him trying to escape, and injured his hands in the struggle.”
The two enforcers understood. “Yes, sir.”
Meng Zhide hadn’t passed out yet. Drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air, he somehow summoned the strength to crawl to his feet, trying to flee downstairs.
But he had completely overestimated himself. Dizziness struck again.
His foot slipped, and he tumbled down the stairs uncontrollably.
Crack!
A sharp sound came from his lumbar spine!
Unprecedented pain seared through his body, plunging him into unconsciousness, all chance of escape gone.
“…”
He brought it upon himself.
Chi Gui looked down at him coldly, gave a few more orders, and then steadily left through the emergency exit on that floor, taking the elevator down.
Chen Yiming, waiting in the lobby, immediately approached. “Sir, how did it go?”
Originally, Chi Gui didn’t need to handle a scumbag like Meng Zhide personally. But thinking about the harm he had caused Jing Shun, he couldn’t swallow his rage.
Even at the risk of being discovered by the police, Chi Gui insisted on dealing with this perverted animal himself!
Chi Gui strode briskly out of the hotel and ordered, “Have the lawyer submit all the evidence we’ve compiled.”
With multiple charges stacked, he was going to make sure Meng Zhide rotted in prison!
Chen Yiming responded swiftly. “Yes, sir.”
…
Three days later, the Haishi Public Security Bureau released a blue-background, white-text notice:
“Three days ago, our bureau received a report of group debauchery at a certain hotel. Law enforcement personnel promptly arrived, conducted an investigation, and arrested the suspects. A total of twelve individuals involved in illegal activities have been apprehended.”
“Investigation reveals that Meng Moude, male, 43, had long organized debauched transactions under the guise of drinking parties. All relevant evidence has been secured and transferred to judicial authorities. He has been legally taken into criminal detention!”
“Our city will severely crack down on illegal and criminal activities to maintain a harmonious and clean social order!”
Fu Changting and Yu Xiuzhu, who had been waiting for this, struck immediately. Using their connections in the industry, they spread the news far and wide, completely cutting off his escape routes.
At the same time, netizens dug up Meng Zhide’s identity, and with the help of marketing accounts, he was soon drowned in a torrent of abuse, nailed to the pillar of shame.
As for the harm Meng Zhide had caused Jing Shun, and Jing Shun’s subsequent Call the police and lawsuit—
Chi Gui and the others tacitly kept that part under wraps, shielding Jing Shun from online speculation and malicious gossip.
…
The night air carried the chill of early autumn.
Jing Shun munched on fruit pieces prepared by Uncle Lin while scrolling through the online news with interest.
He had spent three days in a hospital in Hengcheng and, after returning to Haishi, underwent more specialized checks on his leg—luckily, nothing serious.
After half a month of rest, even his concussion had fully healed.
Suddenly, Jing Shun spotted a breaking piece of news and exclaimed, “Oh my god.”
Chi Gui, who had just come downstairs from the study with Wei Di and Chen Yiming, heard his mutter. “What’s wrong?”
Jing Shun looked up at Chi Gui, eager to share. “I saw a video account claim that after the police raided the place, Meng Zhide panicked and fled, but fell down the emergency stairwell?”
“And that he broke his lumbar spine? It’s affecting his mobility?”
“…”
Chi Gui recalled the heavy thud of Meng Zhide’s fall that day and feigned ignorance. “Really? Let me see.”
With that, he sat down beside Jing Shun, his right arm coming around from behind, forming a semi-protective embrace as he looked at the phone screen.
“…”
Jing Shun didn’t feel the least bit offended.
Instead, sensing the familiar warmth of Chi Gui’s presence, he subtly leaned closer, obediently handing him the phone. “Here, look. I wonder if it’s true?”
As someone who had been through it himself, Jing Shun knew that a lumbar spine injury could be serious. If severe enough, it could indeed affect lower body functions.
Chen Yiming had been keeping tabs on Meng Zhide’s condition. “That’s right. A high fall caused a lumbar spine injury. He’s been kept at a designated police hospital, and it’s highly likely he’ll be paralyzed from the waist down.”
On top of that, after waking up, Meng Zhide had been in a state of frenzy—
He kept claiming that Jing Shun had sent people to attack him, deliberately causing severe injuries. But since he had no evidence and was already facing multiple charges, the police continued to focus on his own crimes.
Jing Shun had no idea Chi Gui had personally gone after Meng Zhide. Hearing this news, he felt nothing but satisfaction.
In a good mood, he fed a small apple slice to Dog Bao and said with a hint of slyness, “Chi Gui, I know it’s not nice to gloat, but I still say—what goes around comes around!”
Wasn’t Meng Zhide into cripples?
Well, now he could spend the rest of his life clinging to his own useless legs.