Official Career Storm
Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Chapter 177

Mr. Yang glared fiercely at him until he finished the phone call and then said, "You’ve got guts. Do you know who I am? Daring to hit me, kid, you’re dead meat!"

From a short distance away, a young girl whispered, "Sister Qianqian, why did he suddenly start hitting someone?"

Zhou Qian shook her head; she also found it strange.

They were there to investigate the parking space issue, but Song Guanchao had suddenly taken action without any warning.

If this issue escalated, how could they continue their investigation?

Even if they were in the right, it now seemed they were not.

He was the Secretary of the Municipal Committee, after all. Once his identity was exposed, the impact on him would be immense.

But she believed that Song Guanchao was definitely not an impulsive person.

He must have had his reasons for acting this way.

Song Guanchao looked around; there was only a small village nearby, and there weren’t many people in the village.

Besides, there was a distance from the village to their location.

You could say that had he buried Mr. Yang alive, no one would have found out.

"Don’t think I’m unaware of what you’re up to. Investigating the parking space, huh?"

"Ha! Quite bold. Do you know who is behind our company, and yet you dare to investigate?"

Mr. Yang was not stupid. Knowing that the other party was there to investigate the parking space, he had guessed as much.

Song Guanchao asked with a smile, "Who is behind it?"

"Don’t think about getting anything out of me. I’d advise you to kneel down and apologize to me immediately," Mr. Yang snorted.

"Heh," Song Guanchao saw his reluctance to speak and didn’t press further.

After all, he would find out soon enough.

About half an hour later, Lu Feng drove up.

Seeing Song Guanchao wearing a mask, Lu Feng also put on a mask before getting out of the car.

He didn’t call Song Guanchao by name, "What happened?"

Song Guanchao pointed at Mr. Yang, "Take him to the car and wait for me."

"Okay."

Lu Feng grabbed Mr. Yang by the back of his neck, lifting him like a little chick, and took him away.

Mr. Yang was a sturdy man of 1.81 meters and weighed 160-170 kilograms.

But in Lu Feng’s hands, he was like a three-year-old child, scarily strong.

Mr. Yang’s threats died in his throat.

Song Guanchao walked over to Zhou Qian, "This news story ends here. Later, compile the interview information you’ve gathered. Wait for my notice before reporting it."

"Okay."

"Also, the video you shot at the police station, keep it safe for the report as well."

"What about you?" Zhou Qian looked towards Lu Feng’s car, "What are you planning to do with him?"

"Don’t ask; you might have nightmares tonight."

The young girl beside her shuddered, while Zhou Qian was somewhat excited, "I want to watch!"

Song Guanchao was surprised, "If you’re present, I won’t be able to pry information out of his mouth."

"Alright," Zhou Qian said, feeling disappointed.

Soon, she and the young girl drove away.

Song Guanchao got into the car, and Lu Feng and Mr. Yang sat in the back, with Mr. Yang behaving himself, not daring to move an inch.

Song Guanchao took the driver’s seat and continued driving toward an even more remote area.

After about ten minutes, they stopped at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

The area was deserted; there wasn’t even a proper road in sight, and he had driven off the beaten path to get there.

"Get out."

Song Guanchao opened the trunk, which was well-equipped.

He and Lu Feng each took a shovel.

Mr. Yang felt a bit panicked but tried to remain calm, "What are you doing? Burying me alive? Ha, kid, this trick won’t work on me."

"Who allowed you to speak?" Lu Feng kicked him over.

Mr. Yang wiped the mud from his face and cursed, "If you’ve got the guts, kill me!"

"Sure, your wish is granted!"

Lu Feng lifted the shovel and brought it down hard on his head.

Thud.

Mr. Yang’s eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

"What a damn softie."

Lu Feng cursed and Song Guanchao said, "Let’s go."

They each grabbed one of Mr. Yang’s legs and headed into the mountains.

When Mr. Yang came to, he felt something hitting his face and body left and right.

He opened his eyes groggily, and the world in front of him shifted from blurry to clear.

Dense wild grass, a canopy of trees blocking out the sky, the sounds of birds and insects to my ears, along with a rustling...

Thud.

Thud.

What was that sound?

This question lasted only a second before vanishing.

Because the very next second, a clump of soil fell from the sky, covering his face.

He jerked up from the ground, wiped his face, and looked around, only to scare himself nearly to death.

He was lying in a hole.

Song Guanchao and Lu Feng, one on the left and one on the right, were filling it in.

His face went white immediately.

These two, they were serious!

Were they really going to bury him alive?

Earlier, Lu Feng swung his shovel with the intent to hit.

That shovel swing was seriously merciless; his head was still hurting.

He realized, these two were not joking around with him.

"Eh? You’re awake?" Song Guanchao said, "Madman, another shovel."

"Got it."

Lu Feng raised his shovel, no more words said, ready to continue.

Mr. Yang was scared stiff.

He’d been in the underworld for many years, seen all kinds of tough people.

Real tough or all talk, he could tell at a glance.

These two, they were the real deal!

You don’t talk when asked.

Fine, then keep your silence.

Knock you out and bury you, no intention to question further.

"Don’t hit, don’t hit, brother, dear brothers, let’s talk, please don’t hit me!"

In this situation, anyone would buckle.

"Bang!"

Just after he shouted, the shovel came down, hitting his shoulder.

Mr. Yang immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Lu Feng frowned, "Why the hell didn’t you speak up sooner, dammit!"

Mr. Yang, holding his shoulder, rolled in the pit, cursing in his heart.

"Done yelling yet?" Song Guanchao impatiently said, "Keep it up, and I’ll fucking bury you!"

Mr. Yang immediately shut his mouth, "Brother, what do you want to know?"

Song Guanchao said, "The parking spot incident, tell it to me in detail."

Mr. Yang’s face looked constipated; he knew what Song Guanchao wanted to know, but he couldn’t say it.

But he also knew, if he didn’t speak, today he’d really leave his life here.

Buried alive in the desolate wilderness.

He wasn’t a clean man to begin with; if he went missing, no one would report it.

In the end, his death would be in vain.

After a prolonged hesitation, Mr. Yang said, "Brother, I just work for the company. As for what’s actually going on with the company, I have no idea."

Song Guanchao didn’t waste words on him, "Keep burying."

"Don’t, please!"

"Brother, I really don’t know. Even if you bury me alive, I still won’t know."

Song Guanchao didn’t care what he said; the shovel in his hand never stopped.

He glanced at the time and said, "Madman, bury faster, I’ve got a dinner party tonight, don’t delay me."

"Understood!"

Lu Feng increased his effort, shoveling like mad.

"Damn, this mask is such a hassle." Lu Feng cursed.

"If it’s a hassle, take it off."

"If I take it off, he’ll recognize us."

"If a dead man recognizes us, so be it."

Having said that, Song Guanchao took off his mask voluntarily.

Lu Feng did too.

Mr. Yang was startled and immediately closed his eyes, shouting, "I didn’t see anything, I saw nothing, brother, spare me!"

"Heh." Both of them ignored him, didn’t ask him any more questions, and just kept on burying him.

Seeing half of his body already buried, Mr. Yang finally broke down and shouted, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

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