Chapter 461

The worker in the detention cell lay on the bench, staring at the ceiling.

His mind was filled with the “$20,000” that the lawyer had mentioned.

To be honest, he was moved by that amount of money. After all, it was $20,000.

Based on his current expenses, he could save about $15 a month.

In a year, that was only $180.

$20,000 was the savings he could only acquire in a hundred years, but now, he could have it deposited into his account just by making a few different decisions.

He turned his body and looked at the wall, his mind filled with thoughts of “what I could do if I had $20,000.”

If I had $20,000, I should buy a bigger house.

If I had $20,000, I could buy a car. Everyone likes to drive.

If I had $20,000, I could buy some fashionable furniture.

If I had $20,000… what else could I do? He was suddenly a little bewildered, because he wasn’t sure what kind of qualitative change this money could bring to his life if he had it.

What it could do, $10,000 could also do.

What $10,000 couldn’t do, $20,000 actually couldn’t do either.

For example, changing his social class. Neither $10,000 nor $20,000 could do that.

He turned his body again, looking at the door of the detention cell. A very solid iron door, blocking him from embracing freedom.

Five years was a very long time. His child, his wife, his parents…

That guy’s words kept echoing in his mind. His originally firm will had become not so firm. He didn’t want to lose the important stage of his child’s growth, didn’t want to lose the important companionship of his wife, and didn’t want to become a reliance that his parents couldn’t touch.

He thought a lot, and even felt that he had actually learned to use parallel sentences like a poet. He turned over again, facing the ceiling once more. His mind subconsciously thought of the fellow workers who were doing casual labor outside the docks, thought of the scene of those vicious people coming in with baseball bats and hitting anyone they saw.

He thought of someone lying in a pool of blood, while the people who had caused these tragedies left, arm in arm with the police.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in his head.

“This is Golden Port!”

Yes, this is Golden Port. He had a growing child, who carried the hopes of the family’s future development and needed to grow up strong.

He had a gentle wife. Although she smelled a little, and didn’t like to bathe that much, she was full of moisture.

He had a pair of parents. They had raised this good-for-nothing of his, but this was already the best they could do. It was time for them to also walk the last part of their lives in peace.

He was just a small person, and the easiest thing for a small person was to be shattered by a huge wave.

He didn’t think he and his family could fight against the pursuit of the Lance Family, even if those people had promised to send him away.

Having grown up in Golden Port, the thing he had heard most since he was a child was the gang’s pursuit order.

They would send people to specifically search for information on those people, and then on a certain day, arrange for assassins to kill them in a corner. At this thought, he suddenly couldn’t sit still. He stood up, walked to the door, and banged on it forcefully. “I want to see Mr. Lance!”

A dozen minutes later, Lance arrived here. He shouldn’t have come himself, or rather, he could have completely let others come.

But because Mador had discovered that someone was watching, he felt that this information might be very important.

Not to underestimate any intelligence at a critical moment was the only way to ensure that his own interests were not harmed, so he had come in person.

The worker was very surprised to see Lance come in person. His butt immediately left the chair, and he said with some unease, “Mr. Lance.”

Lance raised his hand and pressed down, signaling him to sit down. The few people in the room walked to a corner, their hands clasped, staring at the worker sitting in the chair. The atmosphere was a bit stiff.

“Don’t mind them. They are just to protect our safety,” Lance said, paused, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one over. “Do you smoke?”

The worker was taken aback for a moment and took the cigarette a little fumbling. “Yes, I smoke. Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lance.”

Lance lit his own cigarette and then threw the match over. “So, is there anything you want to say to me?”

The worker took a deep drag of his cigarette. The smoke filled his lungs, and his whole body seemed to relax.

He flicked the ash. Actually, nothing came off, since it was his first puff.

“A police officer came in just now and asked me to commit perjury at the trial.”

Sub-bureau Chief Duke had also come in with Lance. Lance turned his head to look at him. The latter had a look of disbelief, but soon his face became very grim. “I’ll go and find out.” Lance nodded, his gaze returning to the worker. “Do you mind telling me again what he said to you?”

“Of course not.”

“Mr. Lance, I informed you precisely to tell you all this.” He recounted everything that “police officer” had said to him. Lance listened quietly while smoking, his legs crossed, his hands on his lap. “He has a point.”

He first made a comment. “I will have someone pay attention to these matters to ensure that your child is not bullied. You can also see your wife often, and your parents will also be very safe.”

The worker was a little incredulous. “Can I see them often?”

Lance tilted his head with a smile. “Originally, no. But now, yes.”

“After you get out, you don’t have to go to the docks to work. Come directly to the company. I will arrange a more suitable job for you.”

The worker’s face was full of surprise. He quickly stood up, bowed, his hands clasped together. “Thank you, thank you, Mr. Lance…”

Lance waited for his emotions to calm down a little before saying, “You did very well. Those outsiders simply don’t understand. This is Golden Port, our Golden Port.”

“They will only cause trouble, only bring harm.”

At this time, Duke also came in from outside the door, followed by the guard of the detention cell.

He stood by the side with his hands on his hips, signaling the fat guard to speak.

The fat guard’s face was a little pale. He took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, and even accidentally knocked his hat to the ground.

His matted hair stuck together because of the sweat. His white and fat figure made his actions look very comical, but no one laughed.

He bent down with some difficulty to pick up his hat. The handkerchief was already a little damp. “Mr. Lance, I have been here all day and have not left. Before, a colleague said he wanted to treat me to a donut, and also offered me a cigarette.”

“I swear, I was only gone for five minutes…” he said, as if remembering something, “By the way, when I came back, I saw an unfamiliar police officer coming out from inside.”

“That person…”

Lance stood up. The fat police officer’s body began to tremble, and his eyes were also filled with pleading.

Only those who had had high-level contact with Lance and the Lance Family would understand the terror of the Lance Family.

The others, the police in other districts, ordinary people, gangs, simply didn’t understand.

They would kill a bunch of people at the drop of a hat, and everyone’s body would be filled with bullets. Whether it was the police, rival gang members, or those who had offended them, as long as Lance judged you guilty, then those people would kill you.

Lance walked up to him, looked at him for a while, and then showed a slight smile. “Take us to find your good colleague.”

At this moment, the fat police officer had no psychological struggle or resistance at all. He put his hat back on, licked his lips, and didn’t even bother to wipe the sweat from his face. “Of course, Mr. Lance, please come with me.”

Sub-bureau Chief Duke hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he sighed and followed them out.

The police officer who had just done Hunter a favor did not know what was about to happen. He was considering how to make the money in his hands play its greatest value, without making people think there was anything unusual.

Suddenly, the offices around him fell silent at once. Most people looked over at him.

He was full of confusion. Following the gazes of others, he turned slightly sideways and then looked back.

In that instant, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he stood up in a flurry.

The sound of the chair legs scraping on the floor was particularly harsh. He was very flustered.

The fat police officer stood by, looking at him with a look full of hatred, which made him realize that there was a problem. Lance was about to speak when Sub-bureau Chief Duke gave him a look. After the two looked at each other for a moment, Lance did not speak.

He was giving Sub-bureau Chief Duke face.

The latter said, “Come to my office. We need you for something.”

The police officer was a little at a loss, but he still braced himself and followed. A large group of people left, and the office immediately became lively again, but people were discussing what had just happened.

No one knew what had happened, at least not until someone announced it.

Sub-bureau Chief Duke’s office was on the fifth floor. After arriving at the office, Lance sat in Sub-bureau Chief Duke’s seat, while Sub-bureau Chief Duke had already left first.

He had found a random excuse. Only Lance’s men and the two police officers were left in the room.

“Have we met before?” Lance asked.

The police officer was silent for a moment, then shook his head. “No, we haven’t, Mr. Lance.”

Lance nodded noncommittally. “Then have I offended you?”

This sentence was a bit heavy. The police officer’s heart also began to beat violently. He tried his best to calm his emotions and told himself “everything is fine.”

“No, you have not offended me, Mr. Lance.”

Lance ran his hand through his hair. “Then can you tell me, since we have never met, and I have not offended you, why are you helping others to deal with me?”

(End of chapter)