Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 178 Will it be Shot_1

Chapter 178: Chapter 178 Will it be Shot_1

Novich sneaked a look at the small box, swallowing nervously.

So much money...

Mr. Mikhail is so generous!

Alas, it’s a pity that this case didn’t take place under his jurisdiction, otherwise he would pocket the money...

After accepting the money, he certainly had to step up to the plate. Vladimir instantly declared, "As soon as I return to the station, I will immediately handle this matter. After all, the case has been launched, and several teams are already closely following up on it. I’ll have to continue liaison with them. Of course, Mr. Mikhail, you need not worry. I’ll get everything sorted out, haha."

In his mind, he had already made calculations.

Of these five hundred thousand dollars, he figured taking fifty thousand would be more than enough to "shush" some people!

This afforded him the opportunity to curry favor among his subordinates. After all, who doesn’t like dollars...

The remaining four hundred and fifty thousand dollars would then all be his!

Of course, he wouldn’t "swallow" all the remaining money for himself.

Vladimir was ambitious, planning to climb higher up the career ladder.

In the past, void of "funds", he spent many years in this station without advancing.

Now, with this four hundred and fifty thousand dollars, he was confident he could get a promotion to the city police station by appeasing key figures.

Wang Ye stood up, smiling at him, "I won’t hold you up any longer. Go ahead, hurry along."

Vladimir hastily stood up to leave, departing alongside Novich.

...

As the two reached downstairs, they got into the car. Vladimir sat in the passenger seat, clutching the small box against his chest tightly. He darted his gaze around as if worried someone would rush out and rob him...

Novich started the car, enviously commenting, "Lucky break, huh! Quite the coincidence that you could help Mr. Mikhail."

"Haha, I should thank you for the introduction." Vladimir replied.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the small box slightly, reached in, gritted his teeth, and pulled out two stacks of US dollars.

"I owe you big time today. If not for you, I might not even have met Mr. Mikhail." Vladimir said as he handed the money to Novich.

Novich glanced down at the money and couldn’t help but break out into a smile. However, he still declined, "This isn’t right. This money is Mr. Mikhail’s payment to you for the work, how could I possibly accept it?"

Although he said so, he didn’t decline the offer. Instead, he eagerly grabbed the money, quickly stuffing it into his own pocket!

...

In the detention room of the police station, commonly referred to as the "iron cage," Song Xiaogang sat hugging his head with both hands.

Since his capture in the afternoon until now, Song Xiaogang hadn’t recovered.

His mind was blank...

Xiao Gao... had died?!

His death was because of Song himself!

He had killed someone?

He was a murderer!

Song Xiaogang’s initial reaction wasn’t thoughts about consequences that might ensue, whether he may be sentenced or even given the death penalty...

Rather, he thought about how his family back home will be informed about the incident. How worried his father would be...!

His father would probably have to come all the way from home, and when they met face to face, how was he going to explain?

His family had exhausted all resources to send him abroad, hoping he would study and get a degree, and secure a good job after graduation.

But what was the outcome?

He hadn’t even finished preparatory school, but had caused death, now, the continuation of his studies had become a pipe dream. Whether he could even return home alive was now in jeopardy!

Regret, guilt, fear, worry...

All these emotions interfered with one another, causing Song Xiaogang to be at a loss of what to do next.

He was in a detention room. Maybe it was because he was still a student, but his "living conditions" were slightly better than those of Lokayev. At least someone brought him a piece of dry bread and a box of milk.

But Song Xiaogang had absolutely no appetite for food. He curled himself up in one corner of the room as soon as he arrived and hadn’t moved since.

After an unknown period of time, Song Xiaogang dozed off.

While deeply asleep, he suddenly heard the iron door being loudly banged open, which jolted him awake.

"You, come out." A middle-aged, chubby man called from the doorway.

Almost involuntarily, Song Xiaogang jumped up, but felt dizzy as soon as he tried to stand, almost collapsing.

He held on to the wall for support and managed to ask in Russian, "Where am I supposed to go?"

Is it time for prison already, Song Xiaogang wondered...

"Interrogation room." The chubby man answered.

Song Xiaogang didn’t understand...

He had only been studying Russian for less than a year. He hadn’t as yet come across advanced terms like "interrogation room".

Regardless, he thought it better to go wherever he was told. The thought of resistance was out of the question.

He dumbly followed the chubby man, winding his way to a room where no one else was present.

"Sign this, and you can leave." The chubby man pointed to a piece of paper on the table.

Song Xiaogang was stunned. He thought he must’ve heard wrong and stared at the man incredulously.

Perhaps reading Song Xiaogang’s shock, the chubby man sternly said, "After working through the night carefully investigating the evidence, we concluded that Gao XX’s death had nothing to do with you, eliminating the possibility of homicide. Instead it was..."

Song Xiaogang failed to comprehend most of the consequences mentioned, but he understood the first part.

Xiao Gao’s death had nothing to do with him?

He was...

Being released!

He stuttered, "So... Can I leave now?"

"Yes, sign this, and you can go." The chubby man smiled.

...

At Moscow University, Yanzi hadn’t slept the entire night.

She didn’t return to her dormitory either, but instead, stayed with Ruan Xiaozhu.

Women tended to panic and feel more helpless when faced with sudden events.

Neither of them had gotten much rest that night.

Yanzi was worried, while Ruan Xiaozhu tried her best to comfort her.

Plus, as some of the people present when the event took place, especially Yanzi, since it was her birthday party, they were afraid they also might be implicated. They were concerned that the police might come to take them away in no time...

Even if this had occurred back home, let alone in a foreign country, most people would be scared out of their wits.

"Xiaozhu, do you think Song Xiaogang will be sentenced? Does Russia have the death penalty, or have they abolished it?"

"Xiaozhu, do you think the police might come to arrest me tomorrow? This happened at my birthday party. I can’t escape the blame."

Yanzi’s endless questions were making Ruan Xiaozhu nervous too.

"It shouldn’t... come to that. Even if Xiao Gao’s death had something to do with Song Xiaogang, it wouldn’t be considered intentional homicide, but negligence at most. In that case, a...ten-year sentence or so? Also, this has nothing to do with us, right? We didn’t touch Xiao Gao...down."