Chapter 132: Guo the Left-Handed

Factory Director Li stood up, offered a few perfunctory words of retention, and finally saw Chen Liang out of his office.

"What on earth happened? You were scared out of your wits! You really have no composure at all."

Once the guest was gone, Director Li turned to the logistics chief, fuming. If it weren't for the fact that this man had been his loyal subordinate for years, he would have kicked him out long ago for such a lack of self-control.

"Director, something truly has happened. Guo the Lopsided was just taken away by the security department!"

"What? When? Why didn't you say anything while Chen Liang was here? You useless fool!"

Director Li was suddenly anxious. Guo was a wedge he had painstakingly driven into the production workshop; he couldn't afford to lose him just like that.

"What are you standing there for? Go and bring Chen Liang back! Are you as dense as a pig? Move!"

"Yes, right away." Scolded by the Director, the logistics chief scrambled to open the office door and ran off to find Chen Liang.

Chen Liang hadn't even left the main administrative building when the logistics chief intercepted him. "Section Chief Chen, please slow down! Director Li has something he needs to discuss with you. Could you please come back for a moment?"

Chen Liang realized this must be related to the previous matter—it seemed they needed his help.

Since he worked in security, and they were coming to him, it was almost certain that one of Director Li’s lackeys had gotten into trouble. Ha! How the tables turn. He had been worrying about how to repay the favor he owed, and now, it was sorted in a single day.

Back in the office, Director Li dropped the pretense and got straight to the point. "Section Chief Chen, Guo the Lopsided is my man. Now that he’s been picked up by security, can you see if you can smooth things over?"

Guo the Lopsided? With his "god's-eye view," Chen Liang had long known Guo was Li's hidden operative, so he wasn't surprised by the admission.

However, this incident with Guo being arrested by security wasn't in the original story. What was going on?

Chen Liang hadn't realized that the plot of the neighborhood had already spiraled out of control due to meddling—even the protagonist, Sha Zhu, had escaped his misery and taken a wife. The "god's-eye view" was useless now; everything had turned into a chaotic mess.

Chen Liang thought to himself: *Never mind who "someone" is. Next time, just read out my ID number; it would save so much trouble.*

"May I ask what Guo did?" Chen Liang didn't make any rash promises; he needed to understand the situation first.

Director Li didn't know the details, but the logistics chief did. Feeling the Director's gaze, he stepped forward and whispered, "Guo was messing around with women. He slept with a girl and didn't want to take responsibility, so now the victim’s family has come knocking."

Chen Liang gave Director Li a sidelong glance. *Birds of a feather, truly.*

In the show, Director Li was also a lecher, but he was craftier than Guo—he kept things quiet and only targeted widows, which was why he managed to stay on top.

Chen Liang collected his thoughts. "Director Li, this matter can be large or small, depending on how you want to handle it."

"If you want to protect him, it's simple. It’s just about the girl—either pay compensation or, if that doesn't work, have Guo marry her. As long as the victim drops the complaint, our security department can look the other way."

"Alternatively, if you want to treat him as a disposable pawn, I can go back to the station and warn him to keep his mouth shut. He won't implicate you."

"Two paths, Director Li. Take your pick."

Chen Liang wasn't the type to bite the hand that fed him, so he laid out the options.

After a long silence, Director Li said heavily, "Section Chief Chen, I choose the first. Tell Guo to confess, marry her, pay the compensation, and clean up his own mess."

"No problem. I'll head back now. No need to see me out, Director Li. Rest easy."

Chen Liang declined the offer to be escorted out and walked out the door.

Back at the security department, Chen Liang arrived at the detention cell and saw that "Little Turtle" was on guard duty.

"Brother Liang!" Little Turtle greeted him happily. Chen Liang took a pack of "Pagoda" cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and tossed the rest to him.

Little Turtle and "The Second Young Master" had been recruited into the security department by Chen Liang’s uncle the day after Chen helped recover the stolen funds—a move no one could criticize.

Under Chen Liang’s arrangement, they were credited as the main heroes in catching the mastermind, Lei San. Given such a contribution, asking for a job in security was perfectly reasonable.

"When you see Big Five, Six, and the Second Young Master, tell them to meet me at my place after work. I have a job for them. Got it?"

After giving his instructions, Chen Liang told Little Turtle to open the detention cell so he could see Guo.

"Got it, Brother Liang. I'll pass the message on," Little Turtle promised, opened the door, and ran off.

The cell was decent enough—no sewage or rats, just dim and damp. Given it was a prison cell, the absence of torture devices was already a luxury.

"Guo Guangli?" Chen Liang looked at the burly man and scoffed at the rumors circulating in the factory.

This guy, with his flabby muscles and shaky stance, was supposed to be able to kill a legendary hero with three punches? Chen Liang was unimpressed. He was certain he could pin this man to the ground with one hand tied behind his back.

"Yes, Section Chief Chen, that's me. How can I help you?"

Guo knew exactly who Chen Liang was—the rising star of the security department whose reputation for ruthlessness preceded him. Even the formidable Lei Tiger from the West City Bureau had been crushed by him. Against a man like this, Guo knew he stood no chance.

"Come on, tell me the whole story," Chen Liang said. He truly despised this guy—greedy, lustful, a bully to the weak, and a sycophant to the strong. A true villain, through and through.