People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Chapter 128 Mr. Du, you should read more history books.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

Gunfire followed one after another.

Besides the ringleader Chen Heming, more than a dozen others who ran a business of bonded laborers were also publicly executed.

Without exception, they were all gang members.

As gunshots rang out, cheers and applause erupted one after another on Jinling Road, where crowds thronged.

Du Yuesheng's car was parked at the entrance of a small alley in the distance.

He had no reason to get closer to see what was going on.

The reason I'm here now is simply to make a gesture.

They couldn't save the person, nor could they kill them.

Seeing someone off before they leave is, to some extent, a way of saying it.

He was completely unmoved by the cheers at that moment.

The practice of beheading onlookers has always been the same.

A bunch of onlookers, not wanting things to get any worse, just cheered and egged them on.

But the fact that things turned out this way only made him more worried.

It was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have a chance to let Chen Heming die before he went to court.

He couldn't understand how Lin Yi had managed to gain such extensive connections in such a short time.

It's worth noting that it took him almost ten years to build his network of relationships, thanks to a series of coincidences.

There are rumors that Lin Yi has Americans backing him up.

He just didn't quite believe it.

Having powerful backers can indeed give someone the advantage of being able to act with impunity.

But for a young person, it's only been six months.

Even if someone is backing him up, there's no reason for him to go to this extent.

Unless that person is the President of the United States.

"Sir, Lin Yi has arrived."

As he was thinking, the steward standing outside the car leaned down and said something.

Du Yuesheng turned his head and, sure enough, saw a convoy of more than twenty vehicles driving by in a grand procession.

"Young people these days are really afraid of dying."

Du Yuesheng said with a smile.

"I've offended too many people, of course I'm worried about ghosts knocking on my door."

The manager smiled and echoed.

If given the chance, he really wanted to get rid of Lin Yi.

Whether Du Yuesheng agrees with this or not.

Young people are ambitious and always think that the next generation will surpass the previous one.

This kind of scourge should be nipped in the bud as soon as it shows its face.

It's getting a bit late now.

It's unclear whether all those who were supposed to be killed have been killed, but the crowd continues to gather.

At this point, Lin Yi's convoy reached the edge of the crowd and had to stop.

It was probably intentional; they happened to be across the road from Du Yuesheng's cars.

Du Yuesheng turned his head and saw someone gathered around a car and talking to each other. Then Lin Yi got out of the car.

Surrounded by a crowd, he walked over here.

He first straightened his back, then leaned back again.

There's no need to dwell on my past relationship with Lin Andao.

Having reached this point, the two sides can only be adversaries.

Even when facing younger generations, Du Yuesheng still maintained his proper demeanor.

"Mr. Du is here too?"

Before the person even got close, Lin Yi said with a smile.

Du Yuesheng straightened up and smiled through the car window, "Mr. Lin, you're late."

"I wanted to come early, but I'm always a bit of a sleeper at my age, and I ended up sleeping in."

Lin Yi smiled and offered an explanation.

This is the truth.

He has a habit of staying in bed longer.

Fortunately, I can stay up late, so I still have plenty of working hours.

Du Yuesheng's smile remained unchanged, but the steward standing outside the car scoffed.

He had heard many claims about being young, but this was the first time he had heard someone mention being a heavy sleeper.

Although it makes sense, it also feels too frivolous... Damn it, this little brat doesn't respect Mr. Du at all.

The manager, who thought he had finally realized what was happening, glared at her angrily.

Unfortunately, Lin Yi didn't even glance at him, and said to Du Yuesheng, "Mr. Du, are you here to collect Chen Heming's body?"

Du Yuesheng narrowed his eyes: "We were master and disciple, it wouldn't be right to just watch him be thrown into a mass grave and left to rot in the wilderness."

"That's because Mr. Du is out of the loop."

"I heard that the Municipal Council has made a resolution that, in order to contribute to medical research, several prisoners' corpses will be sent to St. John's Medical School for teaching dissections."

Fei Xindun, that foreigner, did not agree to the idea of ​​beheading.

Lin Yi had no choice but to settle for second best and racked his brains to come up with this idea.

I'm even planning to give this a proper shout-out in tomorrow's newspaper.

From now on, all serious criminals will be dealt with in this way. Are you scared yet?

These words finally made Du Yuesheng's expression change.

He stared intently at Lin Yi, his eyes blazing with barely concealed fury.

After a long pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, don't go too far in your actions!"

"Mr. Du shouldn't have said that to me."

Lin Yi's lips curled into a sneer: "If you had taught Chen Heming earlier and instilled some sense of decency in his actions, he wouldn't have ended up in this predicament."

After saying that, he slapped his forehead again: "You've gone mad. Mr. Du, you also profited a lot from Chen Heming's human trafficking business."

"If you don't even understand it, how can you expect to teach him?"

These words made Du Yuesheng's temples throb; he was clearly furious.

For so many years, no one has dared to speak to him like that!

"The one surnamed Lin..."

"boom!"

Ah Sheng delivered a powerful kick straight to the chest, and the unsuspecting manager was kicked into the car behind him.

Then came the sound of guns being drawn.

The two sides faced each other with guns drawn, and a street shootout was imminent.

The police officers maintaining order on the periphery of the crowd were completely taken aback.

Then he turned his head away and pretended not to see it.

Lin Yi looked around, then smiled at Du Yuesheng and said, "Mr. Du, I'm sorry, I have more people this round."

Du Yuesheng: "...Put the gun down!"

The bodyguards, looking guilty and resentful, put their guns away.

"hehe."

Seeing the steward clutching his chest and standing by the car door, Du Yuesheng, sitting inside the car, chuckled: "Lin Yi, it seems this matter can't be resolved peacefully."

"Is it still about who has more people?"

Lin Yi asked.

Before Du Yuesheng could answer, she smiled and shook her head.

"Du Yuesheng, you've been famous for so many years, but you're still just a gang leader."

"No progress at all."

"In the future, listen to less opera and spend more time reading history books; you will gain something from it."

"Goodbye."

He waved his hand and turned to leave.

At this point, the executions were probably over, and the crowd that had been packed together began to stir.

Watching Lin Yi's convoy turn around and leave in a grand procession.

The manager gritted his teeth and leaned out of the car window: "Sir, what's the next step?"

"Ha, he called us hooligans, so of course we'll use hooligans' methods."

"Young people always seem to have this problem of aiming too high."

With a sigh, Du Yuesheng, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins bulged, leaned back in his chair and said in a calm voice, "Let's go back."

The manager and several bodyguards got into the car.

Despite the fear and anxiety along the way, they eventually returned safely to the Du Mansion.

Du Yuesheng strode upstairs into his study after getting out of the car, followed closely by the steward.

"Gather everyone! Gather everyone!"

Now that things have come to this, there is no other way but to give it our all!