Chapter 571

Late at night, several police stations in the lobby area, huadima hall area... Received alarm calls one after another, and the body was found at the scene in a certain section.

"Boss, the dead are perennial black market traffickers. The main people selling people are fugitives. The murderer should be a professional killer. The technique is very clean. There is no evidence at the scene, but a briefcase is left."

"Boss, the accident happened in the entertainment club on the black market. The dead were this generation of pimps. There were several imprisoned minors in the house, and a briefcase was left at the scene."

"Boss..."

For three or four nights, sirens rang through the streets, and the headlines on the front page of the news were replaced by more powerful news. From trafficking, human beings to illegal voice and color business, all the people involved were killed on the spot and the murderer could not be found.

The leaders of several police stations are the first two at a time. The trouble is not to catch the murderer, but

"Accidents have happened in the black market one after another, which must be deliberately targeted. The leader has long said that don't touch the black market. What should we do now?" the leaders who have stayed up all night look haggard and frown. Looking at the file bag in front of them is like a hot potato. "There has been a phone call over there, and they clearly want to press down on this matter, but this thing..."

We all know who it stands for over there.

"It's not a problem to press down, but the problem is that I'm afraid it's not that simple." the chief of the lobby police station represented by the economic center took up the document seal bag on the table in his meditation room. This is left by the murderer in each case, which is filled with the crimes committed by the dead in the underground market. "If the other party can get these things, he will not give up."

This information is a warning signal sent by the other party to them.

"What on earth does this person want to do, forcing us to check the underground market, so he wants to be a savior? He's really full." the directors who have never been so worried are angry for a moment, and they can't ignore the scene of the high-level meeting and scold loudly.

The gambling city has three teachings and nine streams. It originally harbors filth and accepts dirt. It doesn't say that someone controls it. If it really lifts the black market, it is definitely a poison sore that can corrode the whole city.

"Savior..." the director of the lobby whispered, and his frown flashed over his deep worry. "Is it difficult to be the God of salvation?"

……

What finally appeared on the fan family study case was a document called the "savior's file".

"You are managing business below. Have you heard about this man?" Fan Hong sat on the sofa behind his desk and knocked on the bold words on the cover with his pipe.

Fan Jingyu and Zhan Chen stood on the desk and saw the cover almost at the same time.

"Dad, this man is making a storm all over the city now. The codes are all from the media. It's inevitable to exaggerate what he says about justice." for fear of being robbed of the opportunity, fan Jingyu took the lead to speak, picked up good words and patted his chest: "Dad, it's just a little flea. Let me deal with it. After all the ups and downs in the casino for so many years, it's so easy to make waves."

Big trees attract wind, but big trees also have deep roots.

The fan family has been based in Macao for 20 years. They have seen all kinds of storms, and fan Jingyu is not unreasonable.

However, Fan Hong looked at the name on the document and always felt that something was wrong. Yu Guang glanced at another silent figure and said, "Zhan Chen, you have been in the underground market for some time. Have you heard anything?"

Fan Jingyu glanced at himself from the side, thinking that even if he took charge of the underground, what would happen? The head market was suspended and the allocation of funds to the casino still looked at his face. It was a typical fake big empty.

But Zhan Chen, who seemed to have done nothing, stood up this time and replied without hesitation: "yes, the person who made trouble at the auction last time called himself the 'savior'."

"It's him." between the lightning and the Firestone, Fan Hong finally remembered the omission. From more than a billion funds to the shooting of the second leader of the auction, the convenience disappeared after this incident. Almost everyone, including Fan Hong, recognized that the other party had a grudge against the old man and deliberately disturbed the situation.

Now it seems that things are not simple.

"Have all the funds been allocated?" he suddenly remembered one thing, and his face changed slightly.

"It's all put into the casino... Dad, do you suspect there's a problem with the money?" Zhan Chen nodded, his expression was a little dignified, and seemed to have just realized the seriousness of the problem.

"It's impossible. Every one has been counted by the cash detector." fan Jingyu immediately retorted and said eagerly, "Dad, it's not easy to swallow such a large sum of money. If you take it out, it will cause chaos."

The key is that he also embezzled hundreds of millions. If he really wants to transfer the money back, the old man will really break his leg.

"Now this money is not the key." Fan Hong gently closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and put forward a more serious problem. "The gambling king competition is at a critical juncture, and the problem of the black market has caused a chain reaction. If this matter is not handled well, it will seriously affect the opening of the semi-finals and the betting enthusiasm in the VIP room."

The competition is an important profit-making project of the casino, and there can be no mistakes.

"Then this thing..."

"This matter, Dad, I'd better leave it to me to deal with. I have many friends outside, so it's convenient to inquire about the news." fan Jingyu snapped again, glancing at Zhan Chen's mouth again in the corner of his eyes, and his heart was very happy.

"This matter..." Fan Hong's eyes wandered between the two and finally made a decision. "It's better to leave it to Zhan Chen. Jingyu, you deal with public relations and try to stabilize the hearts of the VIP room."

Pop.

Fan Jingyu seemed to be slapped hard. His pupils widened. He held his fist for a long time before he endured the impulse to argue and lowered his head. "I know, Dad."

It's not as good as a cheap son of a wild seed who hasn't come home for more than 20 years. Why does the old man pay so much attention to him?

With a lot of resentment that he couldn't vent, he dialed a phone after he went out, gnashing his teeth and said, "think of a way for me to let the stupid pigs in the VIP room peel off their skin. The bigger the better."

"OK, I'll do it right away." at the other end of the phone, the woman's ice and snow voice shows a cold, but her clear voice is not difficult to remind people of her beautiful face.

Fan Jingyu's bad mood was suddenly distracted by the beautiful imagination, "tonight, are you free, it's better to work together..."

"Sorry, I have another job." the woman gave the answer of no before he finished, and then hung up the phone cleanly.

"Shit..." fan Jingyu kicked the wall depressed, and then turned and left.

On the other side, Zhan Chen, who came out of his study, bypassed the mansion and went to the flower house.