Lin Zhaohui!

The middle-aged man standing in front of Lin Sinan's body was none other than Lin Zhaohui, a director of the Zhen Country Group.

His eyes fixed on the corpse of his brutally murdered son, he remained motionless for a long time, emanating a towering malevolence, like a grief-stricken fierce beast that made one shudder without feeling cold.

Director Huang glanced at Lin Zhaohui and then asked the police officers beside him, "What's the situation here? Are there any clues?"

Upon hearing this, a police officer stepped forward and replied:

"The murder occurred on the 18th floor of the Emperor Building. There were twenty-two victims, plus one in the parking lot! Among the twenty-two on the 18th floor, ten were China's most wanted criminals, and another ten were B-class fugitives. The last two were naked females!"

Hmm?

Hearing this, Director Huang was taken aback, then asked in surprise, "All twenty male victims were fugitives?"

"Yes, Director! Among them, five had committed murder in Jiangnan City. They were all part of an assassin organization—the Assassin Trench! They were all assassins!"

After speaking, the police officer glanced at a few men in black near Lin Zhaohui, almost certain that these men were also from the Assassin Trench!

Director Huang was somewhat bewildered and then asked, "Are there any other clues?"

"We have already inspected the 18th floor, and found no fingerprints or footprints of the murderer! Moreover, the murder weapon was a fragment of tile, identical to the method used to kill Lin Sinan!"

Hearing his subordinate's report, Director Huang was even more confused. He looked at the tile fragment handed over to him, his face in disbelief.

The tile fragments were blood-stained, matching the wounds on Lin Sinan's body exactly.

"It looks like it's indeed those demon-like guys!"

Director Huang slightly frowned and then said, "Lock down all information about this incident; do not leak a word to the outside world!"

Having said that, Director Huang walked towards Lin Zhaohui.

Lin Zhaohui looked defeated, his malevolence barely concealed. As Director Huang approached, he spoke:

"Director Huang, was it Ye Feng who killed Sinan?"

Hearing this, Director Huang was stunned, then shook his head, "I don't know! The murderer left no clues; we need to investigate further!"

"Hmph! Sinan told me he wanted to take revenge on Ye Feng. Now Sinan is dead; if not Ye Feng, then who else!!!"

Lin Zhaohui was nearly mad as he stared fixedly at Director Huang and said:

"Director Huang, promise me one thing!"

At this moment, only Lin Zhaohui and Director Huang were in front of Lin Sinan's body. They had known each other for many years and spoke now without beating around the bush.

"What is it? Just say it!" Director Huang seemed to know what Lin Zhaohui was about to say, and he added another line:

"As long as it's within my power, I will definitely help you!"

"Help me kill Ye Feng. I'll give you five million!" Lin Zhaohui said chillingly, looking at Director Huang.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take revenge himself, but Ye Feng was too perverse. Sinan had twenty assassins for bodyguards, yet all were killed; these few bodyguards around him were useless.

Now, his only hope was for the police to take action. With them, killing Ye Feng would be much easier.

But upon hearing this, Director Huang shook his head with a cold expression.

"Ten million!"

Hearing this figure, Director Huang still shook his head.

"I'll give you fifty million! Kill Ye Feng!" Lin Zhaohui truly put up a significant amount this time.

Yet, to his surprise, Director Huang shook his head, "Director Lin, even if you gave me a hundred million, I couldn't help you!"

Director Huang was naturally tempted by such a large sum of money, but he knew better that if Ye Feng was truly behind this, then his opponent was definitely one of those high-ranking figures. Dealing with such a character was simply seeking one's own death.

You should know, those mysterious fellows could kill without facing legal repercussions, and if you died, your death would be in vain!

Seeing how resolute Director Huang's attitude was, Lin Zhaohui's face instantly turned ashen, knowing further words were futile.

Right then, Lin Zhaohui took one last deep look at Lin Sinan's body before leaving with his subordinates.

Watching Lin Zhaohui's figure disappear into the night, Director Huang turned to look at his subordinates.

"Yongming, you know Ye Feng, right?" Director Huang said warmly to Fu Yongming.

Fu Yongming was stunned; he had always been out of favor with Director Huang, and never saw him this amicable. He merely nodded in confusion.

"Good! Very good!" Director Huang said with a beaming smile, then he added:

"I will write a report to the higher-ups that you have performed excellently during the review period. I recommend you for the position of Deputy Director of the Jiangnan City Division!"

Director Huang's words brought Fu Yongming immense joy.

Performed excellently? He had just arrived at the city division a few days ago; what performance could there be?

Even someone as slow as Fu Yongming realized then that it definitely had something to do with Ye Feng!

At that moment, Fu Yongming felt that getting closer to Ye Feng was probably the best decision of his life!

...

Inside the luxurious Maybach driving through the night, Lin Zhaohui's face was fiercely distorted.

"No evidence? Bullshit! Huang Xuan, that bastard, is afraid that Ye Feng will kill him! The bastard, after taking so much money from me usually, now at a crucial time, he brushed me off with a single sentence!"

Lin Zhaohui had clearly gone mad, yelling and roaring incessantly inside the car.

Meanwhile, the bodyguards, each shrinking their heads, dared not make a sound, obviously afraid of bearing the brunt of Lin Zhaohui's rage.

"Boss... where are we going now?" the driver among the bodyguards asked tentatively after they reached a crossroad.

"To the Southern Suburb! To Fang Biao's place - I need to know how my son died!!!"

Lin Zhaohui's face was cold and grim, his expression radiating intense killing intent.

On a side alley near the Southern Suburb estate, Ye Feng leaned against the car, arms crossed, casually watching the estate's entrance as if waiting for something.

When Lin Zhaohui's Maybach appeared, Ye Feng's eyes brightened. He then walked to a nearby public phone booth, took out a coin, and inserted it.

"Hello! This is the 110 emergency center, how can I assist you?"

A gentle, crisp female voice came from the receiver. Upon hearing it, Ye Feng's lips curled into a strange smile:

"I'd like to report a major murder case at Southern Suburb Lishui Estate, buildings 1-7!"

The policewoman on the other side slightly gasped and then quickly asked Ye Feng to repeat the location.

After repeating himself, Ye Feng hung up immediately, and with a swift motion, he climbed up along the back of the estate, swiftly scaling it.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng had opened a window and darted into the estate villa.

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