Sullivan and the driver breathed a sigh of relief together.

"That's terrible, man! Looks like someone's trying to kill you!" the driver said to Sullivan.

"You think I didn't see it? The question is who wants to kill me?"

"How do I know? I don't even know who you are!" the driver complained.

When they arrived at their destination, the driver demanded that Sullivan pay for the extra repairs.

Seeing that the police station was right in front of him, Sullivan started to get arrogant. He took out the director's ID card and waved it in front of the driver. He said in an arrogant tone: "Do you want to pay more? Then do you want me to invite you in for a drink?"

The driver understood the situation and hurriedly nodded and bowed: "No! Please take care of yourself!" After saying that, he hurried away.

Sullivan looked at the cowardly driver, snorted coldly, and then walked into the police station with his briefcase and his chest puffed out.

Along the way, the police officers all saluted and said hello when they saw him, showing great respect for him.

Sullivan changed his fear and became arrogant. He nodded frequently and was full of aura.

When he returned to the office, Sullivan immediately slumped in his chair like a deflated rubber ball and kept chanting: "Who is going to kill me?"

But before he finished talking, he suddenly found a man in white sitting on the sofa opposite him, smoking a cigarette and looking at him with a smile.

"Ghost!" Sullivan was so frightened that he ran away.

Then he felt that he was a little rude, pointed at the man and asked: "Who are you? Why are you here? Who let you in?"

The man in white smiled, stood up from his seat, walked towards Sullivan and stretched out his hand: "First of all, I am not a ghost, and secondly, let me get to know you - my surname is Shi, Shi Zhijian! My English name is Pit Jian! As for the last two questions,

Why am I here? Because I came here to see you for something. As for who let me in, of course it was your female secretary, because I told her that I was your old friend! An old friend from Hong Kong! "

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"No! I don't have an old friend like you in Hong Kong!" Sullivan pointed at Shi Zhijian's nose and said, "Who are you and why are you here?"

"As I said, my name is Peter Jian. I'm from Hong Kong. I came here to make friends with you!" Shi Zhijian smiled and stretched his hand towards Sullivan.

Sullivan was dubious and wanted to call the security guards to come in and drive Shi Zhijian out.

But Shi Zhijian said: "To be precise, I want to do a big deal with you - the throne of the mayor of Vancouver. Are you willing to sit on it?"

"Uh, what?" Sullivan was stunned.

Shi Zhijian said no more, turned around and returned to his seat, looking at Sullivan with a smile.

Sullivan's eyes flickered for a few times before he sat down in his seat and looked at Shi Zhijian: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Shi Zhijian smiled, "Maybe you don't know who I am, but you must have heard of Shinhwa Group, right?"

"Shinhwa Group? Hong Kong? Peter Jian?" Sullivan tried hard to connect these elements, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you the Hong Kong super tycoon?"

Canada is relatively close to the United States, and what happened to Shi Zhijian in the United States has long been spread in Canada.

Legend has it that a Chinese tycoon from Hong Kong is the president of the famous Shinhwa Group. He not only wiped out Chinatown in Los Angeles, but also controlled the political situation in Los Angeles. It can be said that he has extraordinary skills.

Taking a deep breath, Sullivan stared at Shi Zhijian in disbelief: "How do you expect me to believe you?"

"You don't need to believe me, you just need to believe in yourself - if you are not afraid of a car accident or a disaster from the sky, you can completely ignore me!"

"What?" Sullivan jumped up suddenly and glared at Shi Zhijian, "Were you responsible for today's car accident?"

"What do you think? Who else in Vancouver dares to touch you?" Shi Zhijian said lightly.

This attitude made Sullivan dare not get angry wantonly. After all, there were not many people who dared to touch him.

Holding back his anger, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why? Because we Chinese have a saying that we should be polite first and then be polite. I am just the opposite. I am familiar with your Western character, so I changed this rule and have a first soldier, then polite. What do you think, Mr. Sullivan? Are you satisfied?

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"Peter Jian, do you know that based on this alone, I can charge you with intentional murder and put you in jail?" Sullivan said angrily.

"Murder? Aren't you standing still? Besides, what evidence do you have to prove that I did it?"

"You——" Sullivan was speechless.
Chapter completed!