The knife represents deterrence.
If it was truly for a fight to the death, pulling out a gun and firing would suffice.
Swords have no eyes, but they are no match for bullets.
Weapons are becoming more advanced, one shot can turn someone to ashes.
There are even bullets that look harmless on the surface, but can destroy your genetics within.
These are known as genetic bullets.
But what place is Xuanwu Road? And what about the Mechanical Design Institute?
If Tang Fei truly pulled out his gun and went on a killing spree here, I’m afraid Zhong Daolong would have to get rid of himself.
I’m here to relieve my worries and sorrows, not to have you fan the flames.
Seeing Tang Fei draw his sword, the security personnel of the Mechanical Research Institute also drew their guns for defense.
"Tang Fei, have you lost your mind?" Chen Youli looked at Tang Fei and shouted sternly.
He had not expected this young man to truly dare to draw his sword at the entrance of the Mechanical Design Institute, posing a fight-to-the-death attitude.
Such a violent incident had never occurred in the history of the Mechanical Design Institute.
"I am simply performing my duty," Tang Fei said coldly. "We are here on official orders to investigate. If you resist, do not blame us for showing no mercy."
"And what if you show no mercy? Do you know what the Mechanical Research Institute does? Do you know who the director is? Do you know how many kings have visited since the founding of the Mechanical Design Institute... how many times they have come to inspect?"
"Do you see the sign of the Mechanical Design Institute... Look at the signature... who wrote this in person?"
A large silver plaque made of Moon Gold Material hung at the entrance of the Mechanical Design Institute, inscribed with several ancient and upright seal characters, signed by Zhong Wushuang.
Tang Fei knew that Zhong Wushuang was the founding Emperor of the Phoenix Empire; his personal inscription demonstrated his ideology of technology-based nation-building and support for mechanical sciences.
Tang Fei leading his men with drawn swords was indeed a bit like "offending superiors."
"I know," Tang Fei said, affecting an air of calm indifference.
He did not care who had been here, nor did he care who had inscribed the words...
Tang Fei looked at Chen Youli with a defiant expression and said, "We are here for Lu Yunhang. Let him come out, and we’ll take him away. If you don’t let him out, we’ll take you first, and then we’ll take him."
"You dog with black skin..."
Chen Youli was provoked by Tang Fei’s words and could not stand his arrogant attitude, and blurted out their nickname.
They were mechanical designers, the pillars of the nation, weapons experts.
Always arrogant, backed by the Lu Clan, they looked down on everyone, how could they tolerate this?
A minor captain from the Monitoring Bureau dared to speak to them ?
Tang Fei’s body shifted, appearing in front of Chen Youli like a bolt of lightning, and then slapped him across the face.
Chen Youli’s body was like a small boat in a stormy sea, sent flying by a huge wave.
How could he, a technician, withstand such an attack?
Tang Fei was just looking for trouble, and Chen Youli gave him the ’momentum’ he needed.
If the Lu Family didn’t resist, how could the Royal Family feel their arrogance?
If the Royal Family wasn’t showy, how could the Lu Family feel the power of the Royal Family?
His purpose of infiltrating the Monitoring Bureau was to be a troublemaker, stabbing here, poking there, using seven parts of effort for three parts of enmity, until, in the end, it was a fight to the death.
Promote peace? Nonexistent.
Seeing Tang Fei slap their deputy director and send him flying, the guards at the entrance unlocked their firearms, yet dared not truly shoot at Tang Fei and the monitors behind him.
Without an order, who would dare to shoot?
A deep and authoritative voice resounded.
A middle-aged man with a square face and a stern aura, slowly descended the stairs, his every step exerting immense pressure on those in front of him.
He looked down from his elevated position at Tang Fei, his eyes filled with the thunder of swords.
Lu Yunhang, the director of the Mechanical Design Institute, the emerging political hawk of the Lu Family’s third generation.
Lu Yunhang walked straight up to Zhao Jingping, the head of security, and gave him a slap on the face, demanding, "Why didn’t you shoot?"
"Director..." Zhao Jingping appeared extremely fearful of Lu Yunhang, not daring to meet his gaze.
"There’s a commotion at the entrance of the Mechanical Design Institute, and the deputy director Chen Youli has been assaulted... Why didn’t you shoot?"
Zhao Jingping felt wronged.
He did, in fact, want to shoot, but these were infamous enforcers from the Monitoring Bureau; if he really gave the order to shoot, he feared that his own demise, and that of his family, would follow.
No one bitten by a Mad Dog was able to get away safely, and there was no saying that "disaster wouldn’t extend to the family."
They would ruin not just you, but your family as well, leaving you unable to live or die peacefully.
Lu Yunhang glared fiercely at Zhao Jingping, thinking it was a grave mistake to have promoted an outsider to be the head of security, to avoid gossip back in the day. If it had been someone from the Lu Family, with their temper and support, faced with such humiliation, they probably would have given the order to shoot long ago.
If they could eliminate these Mad Dogs in front of them, the family would naturally handle the lawsuit with the Monitoring Bureau later.
Unless the Royal Family intended to uproot the Lu Family, they would likely make a great show of taking action only to let them off lightly afterward, sacrificing a security chief...
That wouldn’t have left him in the predicament he found himself in now.