Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 150 - 60: Clues

President Zheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the landscape in the neighborhood crafted by the hands of a master gardener, his eyes filled with reluctance.

This used to be his favorite place.

In the future,

he feared he wouldn't have the chance to see it again.

"President Zheng."

The driver, Old Quan, put down the phone in his hand and said:

"Elder Jiao says it's best for you to leave Xia Country, to lay low outside for now, and see if there's a chance to return after things settle down."

"Ha…" President Zheng chuckled lightly:

"Chance?"

"Will there still be a chance?"

He had been fighting his way up in Qu City since he was born, with all his relatives, friends, connections, and wealth in Xia Country, in this city.

Leaving here, he would be nothing.

At his age, he no longer had the vigor to start over from scratch.

"Crack!"

Clenching his fingers tightly, President Zheng's eyes flashed fiercely:

"They're going to use me as a scapegoat!"

Old Quan kept silent, lowering his head without speaking.

Fuhong, after all, was a billion-dollar corporation. Its restructuring was not only a key project in Qu City over the past two years but also caught the attention of the State Government and those high-ranking officials.

Currently, the restructuring was not progressing smoothly and inside trading scandals kept erupting, making it impossible to suppress them, with public outrage boiling over and someone had to be held accountable.

For small issues, a few small figures could be dealt with.

But now,

the problems were growing bigger and bigger, even to the point where Datong's chairman died in front of everyone, which even alarmed high-ranking officials from the State Government and the Imperial Court, who started paying close attention.

Small figures,

could no longer bear it.

What kind of status did Su Weijun and his colleagues have?

They were merely low-level employees within the group!

Even if they were handed over, it wouldn't be enough to quell the doubts and anger of the public, only escalate the conflict further; a more significant figure was needed.

President Zheng,

was just right.

Attributing the inefficiency of corporate management, the sluggish progress of restructuring, and internal conflict to the group president would calm public fury.

Otherwise. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Too many people would be implicated!

"President Zheng."

Old Quan thought for a moment and said:

"Elder Jiao says that Fuhong's restructuring involves too many people. If a thorough investigation is conducted, Qu City will experience great upheaval, which would be bad for everyone."

"The investigation team from the state will arrive tomorrow, so today there must be a conclusion."

The end,

lies upon our own president.

"Indeed."

President Zheng turned, squinting his eyes:

"Allowing me to withdraw unscathed has already given me enough face, at least they haven't sought to eliminate me like Su Weijun's group."

"Ha…"

"As expected, thankfully I left myself a way out back then."

Even Su Weijun had means to threaten others; how could he not? It was precisely because of this that someone tipped him off.

Allowing him to leave before the investigation team arrived.

Fearing a mutual destruction scenario.

"Call Xiao Kuo."

Lowering his head, President Zheng weakly waved his hand:

"Have him wait for me at the dock in advance."

"Yes."

Old Quan complied.

Turning around, as he pulled out his phone and pushed the door to go out, a streak of cold light suddenly appeared before his eyes as the heavy door opened slowly.

Danger!

His early years of experience as a mercenary allowed him to react immediately, tossing the phone forward, and leaping back suddenly.

At the same time, he reached for his waist with his right hand.

"Humph!"

The intruder snorted coldly, almost brushing past him as they charged into the room, hitting the glass aquarium, with a sharp blade thrusting straight at Old Quan's throat.

The speed was astonishingly quick.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft, pfft!"

The sound of the blade piercing through the body rang out.

Old Quan's body trembled, and blood gushed from his throat and chest, with his strength quickly draining away, his consciousness sinking into a bottomless abyss in no time.

"Who?"

Not until now did President Zheng come to his senses, witnessing his heavily paid driver being no match for the intruders, dying on the spot, his face turned deathly pale.

His eyes twitching, staring at the intruder, he gritted his teeth and asked angrily:

"I was already about to leave, and you all still won't let me go?"

"President Zheng."

The intruder, wearing a Rakshasa mask sold on the streets, skillfully moved after the kill, a seasoned expert, shook the blood off the blade, and stepped closer:

"Let's not play games. Hand over what you have."

"..." President Zheng sneered coldly:

"Not handing it over might still give me a chance to live, but if I hand it over, will you let me go?"

"Heh heh…" The intruder chuckled lowly:

"President Zheng, nobody has ever dared to not tell the truth in my hands."

"It's you!"

The familiar voice made President Zheng's face change drastically, his eyes showing terror.

......

"Cough!"

"Cough, cough!"

Zhang adjusted his mask, coughed twice dryly, lowered his voice, and said:

"President Zheng, you wouldn't want me to torture you a bit, would you? Just honestly tell me, who killed Zhang Yongfeng?"

"No, no, that way it's too unthreatening."

"Hmm…"

After pondering briefly, his voice turned ruthless:

"Zheng, who exactly killed Zhang Yongfeng?"

"If you don't tell, I'll kill you!"

"Still no, what if it scares him too much? Besides, he might not even know who did it, and just randomly name someone to fool me."

Shaking his head, Zhang rehearsed again, lowering his voice to make it sound gloomy and cold, full of oppression:

"President Zheng, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your son, would you? Tell me who killed Zhang Yongfeng and I'll spare you both."

"How about that?"

"Hmm."

This time, Zhang finally felt satisfied:

"That's it!"

"Shhh!"

With a quick turn, he leaped out of the flowers, his feet executing the Seven-Star Step, his body like a flying butterfly, sprinting under the green plants, avoiding surveillance while approaching the destination.

"Bang!"

The ground trembled slightly as Zhang borrowed force to leap several meters high, which would make a world champion in high jump exclaim in admiration.

Golden Swan Skill!