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Chapter 881: Success or failure, upon a turn of the head, becomes void.

Chapter 881: Success or failure, upon a turn of the head, becomes void.

"They’re still searching."

Guan Hu neither slammed the table nor glared, nor did he deploy his remarkable memory recovery tricks. If Jiang Chen wasn’t willing to speak, Guan Hu refrained from pressing further. They chatted sporadically, awaiting the results from the search and rescue team.

He was no longer the greenhorn, just starting out; having reached his position, he understood all too well the principle that "laws are not inflexible to human feelings."

How this "car accident" should be judged wasn’t for him to decide, nor could it be determined by the plain letter of the law.

"The coffee is quite good."

Jiang Chen, treated with courtesy, put down his coffee cup.

"Another cup?"

Guan Hu asked.

Jiang Chen wasn’t shy; he smiled and nodded as if he were truly a guest.

Having kept company for a little over an hour, Guan Hu was about to rise when the interrogation room door was pushed open from the outside.

"Chief."

Guan Hu stood at attention.

Haojiang Police Station Chief Ren Jinming nodded and looked toward Jiang Chen, with whom he had had a brief encounter in Vera’s room.

"Mr. Jiang, we’ve received a message from the marine rescue team."

Jiang Chen looked up.

Guan Hu also looked at Ren Jinming, waiting for the outcome.

"Geng Long, found."

"Chief, where is he now?"

Guan Hu immediately inquired.

"At the hospital."

"How is he?"

Ren Jinming fell silent for a moment, "When he was pulled out of the water, he had already shown no signs of life."

Guan Hu was taken aback, "...he’s dead?"

"Yes."

Ren Jinming’s expression was somber as he said to Guan Hu, "Come with me to the hospital."

Even with mental preparation, upon receiving the news, Guan Hu couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion.

Just a few days ago, they had traced the Yanbian Killer and brought Geng Long in for questioning, and the latter had walked out unscathed in the end.

And now, to unexpectedly perish at sea?

The fickleness of life left him somewhat dazed.

"Mr. Jiang, you may leave for now, but please don’t leave Haojiang during this period, as we might still need to contact you. We hope you will cooperate when the time comes."

Jiang Chen stood up but didn’t rush to leave this place of trouble that ordinary people would shun, "Chief Ren, may I accompany you?"

"You also want to go to the hospital?"

Ren Jinming confirmed, then added, "Right now Mr. Song and young master Guo have rushed there."

Jiang Chen didn’t change his expression.

Seeing this, Ren Jinming nodded, "Alright."

No one in this world was completely invincible.

What of being a notorious strongman?

They too can be injured, get shot, and bleed just the same.

Falling from such a height into the vast and profound sea, even a healthy person would hardly escape calamity, let alone with an inoperative arm.

Reality isn’t a fantasy novel, nor a movie or television show.

There are not that many miraculous survivals of protagonists.

Success and failure, turn your head, all for naught.

No one can predict the future.

Pomp and power, commanding the winds and summoning the rain; perhaps in an instant, one is reduced to a cold corpse.

Even without the urgency of rescue, when Geng Long was located by the marine rescue team, it was already too late, he was pronounced dead on the spot, then delivered to the hospital morgue.

If it hadn’t been for Jiang Chen’s timely report, this infamous strongman might have ended up without even a whole corpse, as the rushing waters of the sea were more than enough to sweep away his body to be heartlessly consumed by marine life.

Through the morgue door’s glass, one could see that Song Chaoge and Guo Anle were already inside.

Ren Jinming turned his head, "Mr. Jiang, are you sure you want to go in?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

Ren Jinming said no more, figuring a man of such status wouldn’t cause a scene on the spot.

Guan Hu pushed open the door.

Hearing the noise, Guo Anle looked back without any sign of anger.

After all, he had little to do with Geng Long, and one might say there was an innate distaste for such people.

"Chief Ren."

"Young master Guo."

Song Chaoge appeared indifferent, not stirring in the slightest, quietly gazing at the corpse on the bed.

Ren Jinming pressed his lips together, approaching with Jiang Chen.

"Mr. Song."

It seemed only then did Song Chaoge hear, slowly turning his head.

The temperature in the morgue was already low, but for some reason, perhaps due to psychological effect, Ren Jinming felt an even colder chill at that moment.

"Mr. Song, it’s regrettable that we couldn’t save Mr. Geng."

"Chief Ren, you’re too kind. I know the rescue team did everything they could."

Seeing the faint smile on Song Chaoge’s face, Ren Jinming couldn’t help but feel a chill.

That he could still smile at such a time.

"Brother Jiang, are you hurt?"

Song Chaoge’s gaze shifted to Jiang Chen beside him.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Song, I’m fine."

"That’s good."

Song Chaoge nodded, "Mountain roads are inherently dangerous. If the speed had been slower, perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided."

Guo Anle looked at Song Chaoge in astonishment.

A car accident?

How could this be simply a car accident?

The wound on Geng Long’s right arm was clearly a gunshot wound. Could a car accident create a gunshot wound?

Brother Song had just lifted the white cloth and seen it, so why pretend not to see?

Though puzzled, Guo Anle refrained from blindly interjecting.

Jiang Chen looked at Geng Long’s face on the bed, "If I had reacted faster at the time, maybe I could have avoided it."

Both seemed to think this was merely a straightforward car accident.

"Brother Jiang needn’t blame himself, no one could have anticipated such an event."

As the chief of police, Ren Jinming also kept ominously silent, as if agreeing that this was just a tragic accident.

"I will instruct the traffic department to install warning signs on that road to prevent a similar misfortune from happening again."

With the chief stating so, Guan Hu naturally wouldn’t show off, and thus a complex murder case was simply concluded as a straightforward traffic accident.

"Chief Ren, can I take Geng Long’s body away?"

Song Chaoge asked.

"Of course."

Ren Jinming nodded immediately.

The morgue was too cold to stay for long, so the group headed outside.

"Brother Jiang, may I know if Geng Long said anything at the time of the accident?"

If it were a traffic accident, where would there be time to say anything?

Ren Jinming looked straight ahead, acting as if he’d heard nothing.

But actually.

Geng Long did leave last words.

"He couldn’t beat you."

But obviously, these words couldn’t be conveyed to the other party.

"It happened so suddenly," Jiang Chen said. "Mr. Geng didn’t have time to say anything."

Song Chaoge let out a sigh, seemingly regretting having brought him to Haojiang.

But in reality.

Geng Long coming to this end was forced by him.

If he hadn’t come to kill himself, Geng Long wouldn’t have ended well regardless.

The moment the Yanbian Killer’s assassination attempt failed, this outcome was already destined.

That’s why he jumped off the roadside so nonchalantly.

Geng Long indeed committed many evils, utterly irredeemable.

But there are others, far more terrifying than him.

Exiting the building.

Descending the stairs.

"Mr. Jiang, do you need a ride back?"

Ren Jinming asked.

Before Jiang Chen could speak, an Aston Martin roared up, coming to a stop in front of the group.

The car door opened.

The woman stepping out wore a glamorous dress, stunningly breathtaking.

The scene fell quiet for a moment.

Guo Anle, lost in thought, was caught off guard and asked reflexively, "Yi Hui, why are you here?"

The birthday girl he expected to stay at He Family Manor glanced at him but offered no explanation.

"Chief Ren, have you finished the investigation?"

He Yihui asked Ren Jinming.

"For the time being."

Temporary.

The police chief’s choice of words was indeed precise, a level of linguistic skill that could never be mastered by those not in his position.

For Guan Hu following behind, it was undoubtedly an opportunity to learn.

Hearing this, He Yihui turned to Jiang Chen and said directly, "Get in the car."

She hadn’t even had time to change her clothes.

Song Chaoge’s face remained expressionless.

Ren Jinming kept silent.

Only Guo Anle’s face showed fluctuating emotions, wanting to speak up, but in the end, he clenched his fists and forcibly held back.

"Mr. Song, Chief Ren, young master Guo, I’ll be leaving first."

Today’s birthday girl had personally come to pick him up, so naturally, Jiang Chen couldn’t refuse such kindness. He said his polite goodbyes, walked forward, and got into the car.

He Yihui got back into the car.

"Vroom."

The Aston Martin emitted a tail flame and turned to drive away.