Zhang Ming felt bitter in his heart. This Garrison Chief's butt hadn't even warmed up yet, and his stupid subordinates were causing trouble every day.
As the head of the Garrison Guard Bureau, he was cleaning up the mess of his subordinates without stopping. If word got out, it would make people laugh their heads off.
When Zhang Ming came, Zhuang Fang restrained himself a little, but the hatred in his eyes did not decrease at all.
"Director! This group of thieves was plotting something! Trying to snatch the resources of the West City!"
Zhang Ming really wanted to open the head of this guard captain and see if it was filled with feces. He was probably the first person in the world who dared to call the young commander a thief.
Yan Zhiguo wasn't interested in Zhang Ming's explanation. Without hesitation, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Zhuang Fang's head.
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you now! No one dared to speak!"
"So what if you're the Major? Deduct my supplies for no reason! This is your style, Major!”
"Bang! Bang!"
Yan Zhiguo laughed coldly and shot Zhuang Fang twice in a row, hitting both of his calves. In an instant, fresh blood flowed out. The captain of the guards who had been clamoring just now fell to the ground in pain and wailed in pain.
Zhang Ming stood with his hands clasped behind his back, not daring to speak. The guards were also shocked silly.
Usually, the Young Marshal was generous and treated his servants happily. He had never seen him angry.
The middle-aged man was already bald. The person who came had a bald head and sunken eyes. It was obvious that he had smoked too much. His face was thin and his mustache was extremely eye-catching.
The man hurriedly approached Yan Zhiguo and nodded slightly to show his respect.
"Nan Guixin greets the young marshal."
Yan Zhiguo sneered in his heart. He thought that the main character had arrived. After a long time, he nodded slightly.
He was in charge of wandering between the various forces and governments to weigh the weight of the matter.
Nan Guixin was the owner of the three thousand boxes of goods in Chengnan.
Yan Zhiguo put on a fake smile and said,
"I've been ordered to seal up the drug caravan, you don't have any objections, right?”
Nan Guixin was, after all, an old fox who had been in the martial world for many years and had dealt with various major forces. As long as she opened her eyes, she knew that she could not keep her three thousand goods.
She thought about it in her heart, but her expression changed again.
Yan Zhiguo sneered. He knew that this old man was slippery. He immediately took out one of the six policies issued by the marshal a few months ago, the smoking ban.
Nan Guixin sighed to herself. This Young Marshal was nothing like the rumors said. He was just a cunning little fox.
"Young Marshal, this is a little difficult for me. Why don't you ask the marshal?”
The two of them were scheming against each other. Logically speaking, the Young Marshal did not need any bullshit military orders to seal up the drug. However, the majority of the profits from this drug business had to be handed over to the Young Marshal. How could Yan Zhiguo not know?
Nan Guixin's actions were undoubtedly to make him embarrassed.
Yan Zhiguo sneered. He pulled out the pen and paper that Bo Shi carried with him and wrote down the word "military order".
"If anything has happened, come to Hell's Mansion to find me."
What could Nan Guixin do? He could only pinch his nose and admit defeat. He still had to say a few words of gratitude.
"Thank you for your understanding, Major!"
Nan Guixin gritted her teeth and watched Yan Zhiguo's men unload his goods while she laughed dryly.
Nan Guixin became more and more frustrated. Thinking that out of sight, out of mind, she pretended to leave.
How could Yan Zhiguo let him have his way? He immediately pulled his shoulders and smiled,
"Don't go, there's still a good show to watch."
The doubt in her heart grew, and her rationality allowed Nan Guixin to stay.
The soldiers of the Independent Regiment carried boxes of opiates, but they did not transport them to the cars. Instead, they piled them on the empty abandoned railway.
After moving the drugs, the hearts of the people at the station sank.
That damned prodigal actually asked the soldiers to bring barrels of gasoline and wanted to burn the drugs in broad daylight. That was pure silver.
The fire was ignited, and the pain on everyone's faces was obvious. Nan Guixin's face was even gloomier. She kept feeling as if countless slaps were flying across her face.
The most miserable one was Boss Qian of the Eternal Sky Chamber of Commerce. With his big belly, he was on the verge of tears.
The young man looked at the light of the fire and laughed heartily.
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