Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 151 - 60: Clue_2
Dragonfly skimming water style!
Landed on the window sill, his feet silent.
It was as if there was a thick cushion underfoot, easily dispersing Giant Power.
He pressed forward lightly with one hand, Power erupted, but a crisp 'crack' was heard as the window handle broke in half.
Pushing open the window, Fang Zheng rolled into the room, his expression under the mask abruptly changed.
The smell of blood!
This scent was all too familiar to him.
What happened?
He quickly came to the door, seeing the outer door open wide, a corpse lay within a shattered fish tank, blood mixed with water.
Another person was not completely dead, their body occasionally convulsing, face filled with painful struggle.
Door open?
If I had known, why did I go through the trouble of jumping through the window?
Tsk!
The focus isn't on this right now!
Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed, he quickly approached President Zheng, checked his condition slightly, and knew he was beyond saving.
"President Zheng!"
He squatted down, urgently saying:
"Who killed Zhang Yongfeng?"
"Ugh..." President Zheng's throat moved, blood foamed at his mouth, his vacant eyes gradually focused at the call.
"President Zheng."
Fang Zheng said:
"Do you know Zhang Yongfeng? The general manager of Longgang."
"Kuo'er..." President Zheng struggled to speak, his voice weak and urgent:
"My... son..."
"No, not your son." Fang Zheng frowned, urgently said:
"It's Zhang Yongfeng, the general manager of Longgang, the one who was killed by a bridge a few days ago. Do you know who killed him?"
"My son..." President Zheng spoke.
"Your son killed Zhang Yongfeng?" Fang Zheng's eyes flashed with a murderous look.
"No." President Zheng spat out blood foam, his face showing despair, looking at him as if he were a fool, his voice full of displeasure:
"Save... save Kuo'er."
"Oh!" Fang Zheng blinked:
"It wasn't your son, then who was it?"
Damn!
Of course I know Zhang Yongfeng!
But can we stop talking about Zhang Yongfeng for now!
President Zheng's body trembled, not sure if from anger or pain, if he could move, he would've slapped him already.
"Hurry!"
"Save Kuo'er..."
"Hmm?" Fang Zheng noticed something, using a gloved hand, he opened President Zheng's shirt, familiar wounds were revealed:
"This is..."
"The weapon that killed Old Shi?"
"Who!"
Fang Zheng's eyes contracted, looking at President Zheng:
"Who wants to kill you?"
"My son..."
"I know you have a son."
"Save..."
"Save your son?" Fang Zheng blinked:
"Let's not hurry about your son. Tell me first who wants to kill you, I can avenge you, no charge for that."
"Kuo'er!"
President Zheng's body straightened, eyes wide open, suddenly burst with Giant Power, grabbing Fang Zheng's collar fiercely, shouting loudly:
"Neck!"
"Necklace..."
"Save him!"
Then his eyes rolled back, heavily collapsed, his last breath sighed away.
Uh...
Fang Zheng was dumbfounded:
"President Zheng, it seems our thoughts are not on the same wavelength?"
After speaking, he was secretly annoyed.
Now that President Zheng is dead, he got nothing, the murderer obviously just appeared but slipped right past?
No!
Fang Zheng squinted, thoughts rapidly turning.
The person came to President Zheng, surely for a reason, President Zheng said before dying to save his son, indicates someone wants to kill Zheng Kuo.
Who would kill him?
The murderer who just killed President Zheng!
"Indeed."
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up:
"That person must have gone to find Zheng Kuo, if I can find Zheng Kuo early, I can set a trap and wait for the killer to get caught."
"I'm so damn smart!"
"Where's Zheng Kuo?"
For others it's a problem, for him it's very simple.
His gaze shifted, Fang Zheng slipped into the villa.
This is President Zheng's home, certainly has a room for Zheng Kuo, sure enough, he saw photos of President Zheng and his son in one room.
But the layout did not belong to President Zheng.
It belonged to Zheng Kuo.
Finding something often played with, Fang Zheng's expression tensed, he took out a dagger, cut his finger, and smeared the blood on the item.
At the same time, he took out a Spirit Talisman, chanting:
"Place the soul in the Mud Pill Palace, hold the middle core in oneness;"
"Dantian is the house of three spirits, mix to produce Divine Power."
"Leap, Jade Dragon, activate!"
Qi-Seeking Tracking Talisman!
The Spirit Talisman burned, blood dimmed, a wisp of cyan smoke rose from the ashes of the Spirit Talisman, folding in the air, flying in the distance.
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Su Weijun had gone mad.
Or rather...
Su Weijun, who seemed gentle and refined before, always had a mad beast hidden in his heart, now finally tearing off the facade.
Even Pan Zi, now dared not look him in the eye.
In fact, everyone underestimated him, someone who could secretly control a smuggling gang, how could he be a simple character?
"Anyway everything is over, might as well play big."
Su Weijun's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted into a hideous grin:
"We've been smuggling for so many years, raised so many people, since we won't be coming back, might as well use them all."
"Stream live for me!"
"Tell the whole of Qu City, if I don't get enough money, I'll kill the hostages, starting with these rich second generations!"
"Alright then." Pan Zi sighed, adjusting his phone:
"But Brother Jun, live streaming can easily reveal our location, let's record instead, it'd be bad if we lead the Public Security Bureau here, especially with the ferry at the dock not arriving until night."
"Mm."
Su Weijun wasn't truly crazy, nodded in agreement.
"Please, let me go." A young man cried in the car:
"My dad has plenty of money, no matter how much you ask, my dad will give, please let me go!"
"Is that so?" Su Weijun turned, his gaze swept over the young man, looking towards Zhao Jin, whose makeup was smeared with tears, like a ghost, he grinned and asked:
