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Chapter 1039 - 731 The Net of Heaven Has Large Meshes (Thanks for the Tip!)_2

Chapter 1039: 731 The Net of Heaven Has Large Meshes (Thanks for the Tip!)_2

"They think once they cross the national border, they can escape."

Fang Jun took out his phone, his finger hovering over the screen for a moment, but ultimately, he pressed it.

He could no longer hide it.

———

Germany’s largest transportation hub, Frankfurt.

A plane belonging to the European Union landed on the runway.

"Yu Wei, you’ve slept all the way, ten hours, and you’re still not rested?"

Even though they had traveled overseas, most of the team on this business trip from Tianhe were beaming with energy.

Yesterday, no, to be precise, it should have been the night before last, Yu Wei, busy all night, yawned with her hand over her mouth.

"How could I have slept well when you all kept talking?"

"We have to meet with clients soon; we must prepare promptly. We can’t disgrace Tianhe. Moreover, this is an international collaboration; it concerns the image of the People of Shenzhou."

"Alright, don’t elevate it so high. If you were not diligent usually, cramming at the last moment won’t be very effective. Besides, I didn’t hear you guys talk much about work. Was I dreaming, or were you all discussing how to have fun?"

Compared to the subordinates’ excitement, Ding He was quite composed, but as a boss, he needed to have such an aura.

He led the team out of the airport.

"Ding He, aren’t we going to Berlin?"

Yu Wei couldn’t help but ask.

Berlin was quite far from Frankfurt; they needed to take another flight.

"Having flown for so long, everyone is tired; let’s settle here for a day and leave tomorrow."

"Ding He, I’m not tired."

"Neither am I."

Everyone expressed their professionalism.

"Rest even if you’re not tired. Now that we’re in Germany, there’s no rush. Rest up, and face the clients in your best condition. Those who aren’t tired can explore around here."

Ding He was indeed a considerate and good leader. If he hadn’t earlier sought a shortcut and relied on his own efforts, he might have had everything he desired.

But life has no ifs.

A slight misstep can turn your whole life upside down.

"Long live Ding He!"

Everyone cheered unanimously, endorsing Ding He’s decision, buzzing eagerly and discussing where to visit first.

Although they belonged to the elite class of society, opportunities to visit Germany were rare.

They hailed a taxi.

Headed to the hotel.

"Ding He, why don’t you come with us too? I heard German beer is exceptional."

A female lawyer extended the invitation, thirty years old, unmarried, but it wasn’t unusual as elite women often marry late.

The others cheered her on.

"I’ll pass. Have fun. After today, you’ll need to dedicate yourselves completely to work."

Ding He feigned seriousness.

"Mission guaranteed!"

Ding He smiled slightly, "Besides luxury goods, put the expenses on the law firm’s bill, and remember to keep the receipts."

"We love you, Ding He!"

A group of legal elites, joyful like a bunch of innocent children.

Received their room keys, went to drop off their luggage in their rooms, everyone seemed impatient, eager to experience the culture and customs of this leading industrial nation.

Ding He returned to his room alone, didn’t bother to unpack, placed his suitcase by the sofa, then sat down, and looked at his Rolex.

Berlin.

He wouldn’t make it there.

He had already booked a flight to Italy, just transiting here alone.

With his capabilities, creating a perfect crime scene wasn’t too difficult; he could make it practically impossible to find any flaws.

But it was pointless.

Legal judgment needed evidence.

But some people, they don’t bother with that.

Fang Ai’s death signaled that he couldn’t stay in the country any longer, fortunately, he had made preparations in advance.

Not only had he moved his parents abroad, but he had also set up a private account overseas.

Fang Ai wasn’t foolish, yet in terms of intelligence, she couldn’t compare to him.

The wealth he had privately amassed over the years was enough for him and his parents to live comfortably abroad for the rest of their lives, even under assumed identities, without worrying about making ends meet.

Of course.

Years ago, he never anticipated his life would come to this.

That said.

Being prepared beforehand never does any harm.

He had timed it right; his flight to Italy was departing in two hours. Now he just needed to wait for everyone to either rest or go out, then he would slip away unnoticed, disappearing from everyone’s sight, severing ties with his past life.

Ding He idly rotated the world-renowned watch on his wrist, quietly waiting for time to tick by.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The sudden ring of the doorbell made Ding He sharply turn his head.

"Mr. Ding, it’s me, Yu Wei."

Ding He’s expression gradually relaxed as he stood and walked to the door to open it.

"Didn’t you go out with them?"

"No, I don’t like drinking."

Lawyer Yu walked in, holding a stack of documents, "Mr. Ding, about this case, there are some things I’d like to ask you about."

"Yu Wei, everyone else went out to have fun, and here you are talking to me about the case. Should I say you love your work or that you’re antisocial?"

Ding He laughed.

"Mr. Ding, I’m not trying to show off, there are really some aspects I’m not very confident about."

Lawyer Yu hurriedly explained, "And as for loving work, what am I compared to Fang Qing?"

Ding He fell silent.

"Fang Qing is young, she has her own ideas and pursuits, all we can do is wish her well."

Yu Wei nodded and wisely dropped the subject, fiddling with the documents in his hands.

"I’ve said before, today is free time, no talking business. If you don’t want to go out, then go back to your room to rest and recuperate. I know you must have had a tough night yesterday."

Speaking of "tough," perhaps no one could compare with himself.

"Mr. Ding, according to the local time it should be the day before yesterday."

Yu Wei joked.

Ding He smiled.

"Alright, then after tomorrow, when we’re on the plane, I’ll seek Mr. Ding’s advice."

Ding He nodded, escorted Yu Wei out the door, and watched him enter a room on the left, then he closed the door, picked up his luggage and left the room.

"Bang."

The door gently closed.

Ding He went downstairs, stopped a taxi at the hotel entrance and returned to the airport.

Airport terminal.

Ding He took out his phone, removed the SIM card, and forcefully snapped it in half.

Airport announcement started.

It advised passengers heading to Italy to prepare for boarding.

Ding He picked up his luggage calmly and walked toward the boarding gate.

"Hello."

He presented his ID to the staff for verification.

No problem.

"Have a pleasant journey."

"Thank you."

Ding He smiled lightly, put away his ID and turned toward the security checkpoint.

Just then, a group of tall, uniformed German police officers entered the airport.

Ding He’s expression remained unchanged, but he quickened his pace.

"Sir, one moment please."

A voice called from behind.

As if he hadn’t heard, Ding He stood at the security checkpoint, submitting to the inspection.

"Sir."

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Ding He pursed his lips and finally turned around, "What is it?"

Two German police officers were holding a photo, comparing it against Ding He’s face, then exchanged glances, and looked at Ding He more sternly.

"Sir, please show your ID."

Ding He, expressionless, repeated in fluent German: "May I ask what’s the matter?"

"Are you Ding He?"

The officer holding the photo stared at him intently, the tone less polite now.

Ding He didn’t respond.

The other officer walked over to the ticket counter, spoke with the staff for a moment, then briskly returned, and without a word, took out handcuffs from his belt.

"It’s him!"

Upon hearing this, the other officer didn’t hesitate, and promptly grasped Ding He’s shoulders.

"Bang!"

The suitcase fell to the ground.

Ding He offered no explanation.

Nor did he put up any resistance.

He simply stood still as the German police took him into custody, even lifting his hands proactively.

"Click!"

The handcuffs locked, making a crisp sound.

The net of justice is vast?