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Chapter 1119 - 774 Chess Pieces (Thanks for the tip!)

Chapter 1119: 774 Chess Pieces (Thanks for the tip!)

Every human is destined to die one day.

Some carry the weight of mountains.

Others float light as feathers.

Setting aside good and evil, success or failure, for a figure like Luo Han who once commanded awe, his end came all too "pitifully".

Of course.

His death was not without traces.

Hospital.

Morgue.

Fang Jun lifted the shroud covering the body.

Beneath the shroud lay a face, tranquil and serene; if it weren’t for the morgue’s chilling grip, one might think he was merely asleep.

"He looks quite at ease. Indeed, death resolves all, truly an escape from burdens."

Fang Jun scrutinized the long-serving hound—or rather, the brutal dog—then replaced the shroud.

"Really a sudden heart attack?"

He inquired.

"That’s the hospital’s diagnosis."

A voice came from behind.

Fang Jun silently paused a moment, then quietly uttered, "Heaven has indeed been kind to him."

Indeed.

In such circumstances, for a pawn caught between forces, there is no better resolution than death.

And without much suffering to boot.

"I actually wanted to hear his explanation."

Fang Jun seemed somewhat regretful, then turned to the sultry woman standing behind him, "His death might be a good thing, but he still has a brother."

"Luo Long should still be abroad right now."

Abroad.

The problem lies in this time of the year.

"I wanted to wait for him to come to me, to confess on his own. But man’s plans cannot match those of heaven."

Regret once again colored Fang Jun’s face as he muttered to himself, "Neither of the brothers can be trusted any longer."

In the morgue, amidst the cold air, his face was less indifference and more ruthless.

A pawn that loses trust becomes expendable.

Just like Luo Han lying next to him, the best fate for the expendable is to forever keep their mouths shut.

Only the dead truly keep secrets.

"We’ve yet to locate Luo Long’s exact whereabouts."

"No matter."

Fang Jun’s gaze was indifferent as he leisurely continued, "He still has a niece, after all. Regardless, Luo Han did handle quite a few matters for me. No meritorious feats perhaps, but he certainly strived hard. With his unexpected death, it’s only right for me to help take care of his daughter."

Hu Die, who had recently visited once, understood his intentions, her expression placid, "I’ll make a trip to Jiang."

Fang Jun watched her, lacking the condescension he had towards Luo Han, and offered a slight smile.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Hu Die turned and left straightaway.

Jiang.

Imperial Lake Heights.

Yu Hui, citing illness, had taken an extended leave from the station, which had always been exceptionally accommodating and responsive to her, rarely ever rejecting her leave requests.

Undoubtedly, Yu Hui was aware of the "favoritism" she received, thanks to whose blessing.

Even though she strove to break away from those ties, deep down, she knew it was in vain.

Ever since that unbearable day, especially after giving birth to her daughter, her life was no longer her own to lead.

"Mommy, you got it wrong; this piece goes here."

The little girl pointed out her distracted mother’s mistake and placed the incorrectly positioned puzzle piece in its rightful spot.

"Yao Yao is so clever."

Yu Hui patted her daughter’s hair, "Keep puzzling by yourself, mommy will go and cook."

Whenever possible, she insisted on cooking for her daughter herself.

"Mhm."

The well-behaved little girl continued with her puzzle game.

Yu Hui stood up and headed toward the kitchen.

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

The doorbell rang.

"Daddy’s back!"

The little girl, engrossed in her puzzle game, suddenly looked up joyously towards the door, ready to open it.

The nanny got there first.

The door opened, but it wasn’t the gentleman who had last visited, it was a—

Lady.

"May I help you?"

The girl, expecting her father, hurried over eagerly and paused when she saw who was at the door.

The unexpectedly visiting, graceful woman looked past the nanny, her gaze dropping to the little girl’s face behind her.

The little girl looked up, her eyes instinctively showing disappointment, followed by curiosity.

Hearing the commotion, Yu Hui quickly came from the kitchen, perplexed upon seeing the visitor at the door.

"Who are you?"

"Pack your things and come with me."

Lan Peizhi, speaking imperiously, got straight to the point.

Yu Hui’s brow furrowed sharply, a hint of wariness surfacing, "Who are you?"

Lan Peizhi observed the beautiful host of Jiang calmly, without a word.

Yu Hui instinctively grabbed her daughter’s arm, oblivious to the honor she was receiving.

"Please leave immediately, or I’ll have no choice but to call the police."

"You can try calling Luo Han first."

At that, Yu Hui’s pupils contracted sharply, staring at the stranger for a long moment before directing her nanny, "Take Yao Yao back to her room."

The nanny quickly ushered the little girl away.

"Luo Han sent you?"

With her daughter gone, Yu Hui questioned sharply.

The stranger remained silent.

Yu Hui’s gaze wavered, and she reached for her phone to call Luo Han, but no one answered.

She tried again, to no avail.

"Why can’t I get through to his phone?"

"Because he’s dead."

The response was blunt to the extreme.

"..."

Yu Hui went blank, "What did you say?"

"Sudden myocardial infarction, died last night at the hotel."

Indeed, a remarkable character’s words are always simple and direct.

Yu Hui’s color drained from her face, and she loudly exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible! He called me just last night!"

Despite her resentment, accepting this outcome was beyond her capacity at the moment.