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Chapter 1127 - 779 Both Are People Who Have Fallen to the Ends of the Earth (Added - ! Thanks for the Rewards!)

Chapter 1127: 779 Both Are People Who Have Fallen to the Ends of the Earth (Added Chapter! Thanks for the Rewards!)

No need to worry about not having trusted friends on the road ahead.

For we are all vagrants at the edge of the world.

It must be the first time Young Master Fang is enjoying such an experience, sitting on the hard bed against the wall, with his back to the wall, one leg upright, his arm resting on his knee, cocking his head to gaze at the night sky less than a square meter in size on the wall.

Although the place where he might spend the night is different, the treatment he and Jiang Chen received wasn’t much different—customized private luxury single rooms.

No one knew what the young scion from a reputable background was thinking at the moment, and no one came to disturb him.

Until the sound of the door opening.

After all, their status was different. Of course, Young Master Fang wouldn’t be "left unattended" like someone else.

The person who walked in was Song Chaoge.

He first glanced at Fang Jun, who had turned his head, and then took a look around.

"The environment is quite good."

He joked in a relaxed manner.

Fang Jun didn’t look dejected or uncomfortable, and slightly curled his lips.

"It’s always Brother Song who has the timely information."

There were no chairs in the room, and in such moments, the compassionate Song Chaoge who didn’t choose to back off had no choice but to stand.

"I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here for the night."

Fang Jun was nonchalant, appearing unconcerned about his own predicament, and instead asked, "What about the Jiangs?"

"He stepped out. After all, 24 hours is the rule."

Fang Jun tugged at the corner of his mouth, reading with a sneering tone, "Good news stays at home, bad news travels afar."

He came in.

His opponent went out.

An uncle can tolerate what even an aunt can’t.

But what if one cannot tolerate it?

Who let others’ situations differ from his own?

"When did Luo Long return to the country?"

Song Chaoge asked, not worried about the possibility of surveillance.

Fang Jun, of course, knew what the other party really wanted to ask.

"I had made arrangements, but that Jiang is too cunning, pulling a sleight of hand by sending a decoy to board the plane."

Song Chaoge looked down at Fang Jun, who was sitting against the wall, "Luo Long confessed everything?"

Fang Jun silently nodded, his expression as still as water, and then couldn’t suppress the turbulent emotions.

"This fool!"

He knew that Luo Han’s return to the country this time must have been motivated by the desire to avenge his older brother’s death.

But what did Luo Han’s death have to do with him?

Unfortunately.

He was blinded by a deceptive trick, resulting in losing even the chance to explain.

Of course.

An explanation wouldn’t have much meaning.

The decision to investigate Hanlong Group and pin all the blame on a dead man was indeed his own doing.

Anyone would probably connect the two incidents, believing Luo Han’s death was a silencing move.

"It doesn’t matter, a criminal’s words have no credibility."

Fang Jun understood this, of course. That’s why, even if Luo Long’s statement was presented before him, he would deny it altogether.

This was an era ruled by law.

Everything depended on evidence, not on one side of the story, especially not from a criminal.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Chaoge asked.

True friends show their colors in times of trouble.

At such a time, not avoiding suspicion but instead visiting on time was truly precious.

Humans are not emotionless plants or trees; Fang Jun was inevitably touched and shook his head, "No need to bother Brother Song, Hu Die will handle it."

As long as the key evidence was destroyed outside, even if Luo Long told the most magnificent of stories, it couldn’t harm him in the slightest.

"Alright."

Song Chaoge nodded, "Then you rest well."

After speaking, he turned to leave, but suddenly his figure paused again.

Fang Jun was watching him.

"I apologize to you on behalf of Jin Se."

Fang Jun seemed to not mind at all, and he replied concisely like a real man, "Brother Song, you are you, she is she."

Song Chaoge didn’t express agreement or disagreement. Just as he was about to continue walking out, he heard Fang Jun’s voice from behind.

"Brother Song, a melon forced off its vine is not sweet. She is an extremely realistic person. The reason she’s helping Jiang is simply because Jiang and she have formed an alliance of interests that can bring her the benefits she desires. Today it’s me, but if one day, Brother Song, you find yourself on the opposing side of their interests, do you think she would show you any mercy?"

Indeed, it was a question that cut deep into the soul.

Song Chaoge stood and listened to these words, but he gave no reply.

"Get some good rest."

He walked out.

Under the night sky outside, a seductive woman with long black hair was waiting.

"Handled it so quickly?" Song Chaoge asked with a smile, as in most times, he was definitely a charming man.

"Can a bowl of ink ever be made clean again?"

Song Chaoge fell silent.

Yes.

Everyone knows to destroy the evidence.

But evidence isn’t so easily completely destroyed.

If you don’t want others to know, don’t do it yourself.

As long as one investigates, they will be able to find traces, all the more so with Luo Long’s cooperation.

"Luo Han should have been kept alive."

"It’s the same either way." Song Chaoge said indifferently. "I warned him long ago that it’s okay to deal with people like Luo Han, but not to get too involved."

"That’s your reason for sending him in."

Hu Die looked him straight in the eyes.

Song Chaoge was momentarily stunned, then laughed it off.

"What are you talking about? It wasn’t me who sent him in, it was Cao Jinse. I really didn’t expect that she would make such a determined move. Is it really worth it?"

He mused to himself, his face showing reflection.

From the grand scheme of the world to interpersonal relationships, it’s all about "circle culture".

Assisting in bringing Luo Long to justice, from a legal standpoint, doing so is absolutely correct and an act of justice.

But "the law cannot be separated from human sentiment."

Coming from the same root, why be so hasty to condemn?

They were all born and raised in Capital City, and their homes are on the same street; viewed from this angle, Cao Jinse’s actions are undoubtedly ruthless.

Punishing evil and promoting good cannot be criticized, but invisibly, Cao Jinse is offending a considerable number of people – an unseen, intangible cost.

That’s why after Jiang Chen got out, he felt they should hand over Luo Long to him, and why he said it was troublesome.

He came from the lower classes.

There are some things he can do.

Whether Fang Jun will be convicted is still unknown, but Cao Jinse’s "impartial" actions could easily make her unwelcome in the "circle".

As the saying goes.

When murkiness becomes the norm, clarity becomes a sin.

Hu Die, as if she too understood the deep implications, furrowed her delicate brows slightly.

"So actually, you want to strike at Cao Jinse?"

Locking eyes with him, Song Chaoge suddenly burst into laughter, hearty and genuine, like a child.

"In your eyes, am I so omnipotent? Could I have anticipated that for a man, she would make such a big decision? You should understand, if I really had foreseen it and it did indeed happen as expected, I don’t seem like I would be happy about it."

Hu Die fell silent.

Song Chaoge’s smile was warm as he walked forward, and as he passed by her, he patted her supple shoulder.

"Find a chance to visit him. Fang Jun is not expressive. But I believe, you definitely know that he likes you."

Hu Die remained silent.

Song Chaoge pulled open the car door and got it.