Chapter 2525 - 2427: Strike the Snake at Its Weak Spot
Chapter 2525: Chapter 2427: Strike the Snake at Its Weak Spot
Having his enthusiasm doused by Wu Jun’s icy words, Wu Kai felt a chill shoot up from the soles of his feet, and he instinctively shouted at Wu Jun:
"I’m your real uncle, is this how you treat your uncle?"
Wu Jun’s steps halted. He turned back and let out a cold laugh:
"Back when you were going to sell Yaya, I already severed all ties with you. ’Real uncle’? Hah. An uncle like you, we’re better off without!"
Wu Kai was furious to the point of choking, and Liu Chunhua at his side was also unwilling to let it go. She shouted angrily at Wu Jun:
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll spread this around? People like you rich folks care most about your reputation, don’t you? You’ve made it big on your own, now you look down on your uncle. Tell me, if we spread your story, what will the municipal party secretary think of you?"
Seeing Wu Jun’s expression suddenly change, Liu Chunhua was secretly delighted. She believed she had grasped Wu Jun’s weak point and immediately grew smug:
"If you’re really not afraid of us talking nonsense outside, then you’d better be sensible and give us some money to shut our mouths. Otherwise, we can’t guarantee we won’t let something slip out there."
Wu Jun actually laughed in anger. This pair of prime specimens really did keep refreshing his bottom line and worldview over and over.
With people like this, Wu Jun had no desire to get entangled any further and couldn’t be bothered with more nonsense. He said directly:
"Do as you like. As long as you’re not worried that your son will never get out of prison again, say whatever you want outside. I don’t care."
Hit a snake at seven inches. Liu Chunhua might be a shameless piece of work, but she had a weakness, and that weakness was her son, Wu Hao.
He really didn’t care at all what these two babbled outside. First, he didn’t work in Yun Province, and had no dealings with that so-called municipal party secretary Du Wenfeng. Second, what kind of person he was, it didn’t matter how others saw him; as long as his boss, Huo Sining, knew what kind of person he was, that was enough.
And he knew very well that no matter how much this woman Liu Chunhua gossiped, given the years of friendship between him and Huo Sining, Huo Sining would never believe her. Wu Jun was extremely confident about this.
It’s just that anyone being threatened will be unhappy, so Wu Jun had no intention of letting Liu Chunhua feel pleased. He countered with a trump card and crushed her arrogance in one move.
Sure enough, the moment Wu Jun mentioned Wu Hao, Liu Chunhua’s face froze. Her previously triumphant expression vanished instantly, replaced by unprecedented panic and fear.
Wu Jun really didn’t want to stand here any longer. Just seeing these two made him feel sick. He turned around, took his sister by the hand, and headed out.
Over there, Huo Sining was chewing gum, looking at Wu Jun with a rather playful expression:
"Well, now you understand how lousy it feels when I’m forced to act like a big shot?"
Wu Jun started the engine and drove toward the edge of the village, pulling the corner of his mouth awkwardly:
"With you, it’s just your dominance spilling out. That’s not the same as me—I was completely riding on your coattails."
Huo Sining shrugged and laughed. "Who isn’t borrowing someone’s power, anyway? If it were just my own face, you think that Du Wenfeng would come rushing all the way over to deal with my mess? He wouldn’t give a damn about me."
Hearing this, Wu Jun fell silent.
Huo Sining, though, laughed; she seemed thoroughly used to this sort of thing.
"Relax. Borrowing power isn’t always a bad thing. Abusing authority is definitely wrong, but what we did this time still counts as a good deed."
"That Boss De has done every kind of bad thing. If people like him aren’t dealt with, he’ll only get worse. By then, the whole Luohua County will be in dire straits."
"So today you can be considered to have eliminated a scourge for the people. You deserve the villagers’ admiration. Once Du Wenfeng’s handling result comes down, these villagers will probably treat you as a hero and put up a merit monument for you at the village entrance."
Wu Jun’s mouth curved in a slightly bitter smile. "I don’t want to be any kind of ’people’s hero.’ I gave up on that idea five or six years ago."
"To be a people’s hero, you have to pay a price. Back then, in order to fulfill that dream, I sacrificed my parents’ lives—and still didn’t get to be counted as a hero. Now... heh, all I want is to find my parents’ remains, give them a proper burial, and not let them wander this world as lonely, unclaimed ghosts anymore."
Wu Jun’s words instantly wiped the smile off Huo Sining’s face.
Thinking of Wu Jun’s experiences, Huo Sining couldn’t help but let out a long sigh in her heart.
The anti-drug special operations unit had always been an extremely dangerous line of work. Among the SWAT officers and special forces who joined it, very few could return safely and go back to living as ordinary people.
Many narcotics officers, in order to infiltrate enemy ranks, even had to erase their records and identities, take on a name that didn’t exist, forget their parents and family, forget friends and lovers, and play the role of a genuine drug-taking, drug-dealing major villain—just to ferret out the drug lord’s superiors and hideouts.
And the ultimate fate of these undercover agents was even more tragic.
Because when many narcotics officers became Nirmanakaya undercover operatives and entered drug gangs, all of their actions were classified.
No one could guarantee there was no mole inside the police department, so to prevent an undercover’s identity from being exposed, very few people inside the department knew about them. Only a handful of superiors knew that a certain person was an undercover; other officers lacked the clearance and had no authority to access their information.
But this mode of operation meant that during many undercover missions, once their identity was accidentally seen through by the enemy, they were directly tortured to death—and even in death they couldn’t be publicly acknowledged.
Because entering the drug gangs meant breaking their parents’ hearts, many of them, for the sake of protecting their loved ones, had to stay far away from their families, sometimes never seeing their parents or kin again for the rest of their lives.
Disowned by everyone, and once killed by the drug dealers, many of them could only turn to dust like that, never receiving forgiveness in their lifetime.
Compared with them, someone like Wu Jun was already considered lucky.
But just as Wu Jun said: if the hero’s price had been his own life, that would be one thing; using his parents’ lives as the price was simply too much.
He already owed his parents far too much and had never had a real chance to make it right. In the end, the two elders were murdered because of him. This would be a lifelong wound for Wu Jun—heavy and suffocating.
The matter with Liu Chunhua was basically settled. Huo Sining believed that with Wu Hao’s case hanging over the couple like a sword, Liu Chunhua wouldn’t, and wouldn’t dare, stake her own son’s life as a bet. She would definitely obediently pay Wu Jun back the money.