Medical Examiner Can Revive the Dead-Chapter 463: What Makes You Think You Can Talk to Me Like That?

This ridiculous morning!

Zhang Feng was not sure if he had made it through safely.

In any case, he first escaped from that culinary nightmare.

He left Lin Rui's home with his precious and adorable little daughter.

On one side, Zhang Feng was starting his day off with his daughter.

On the other side, Shen Hanshan, who hadn't slept all night, was still at work.

It's just that this time, the work seemed somewhat different.

He, along with two leaders Zhang Feng hadn't met before, sat in a very small room.

Shen Hanshan was sitting upright, cautiously.

It seemed as if these two leaders were far more powerful than him.

And in between these two leaders was a telephone.

The phone was on speaker, emitting a dialing tone.

The beeping lasted for over twenty seconds before the call was connected.

A lazy middle-aged male voice came from the other side.

Jibber-jabber!

It was actually the same language that Xi Shi had spoken before.

One of the leaders sitting next to the phone was acting as a translator.

"He says, who is this, calling so late, they're about to get off work."

The other leader immediately said:

"Mr. Wilson, I hope you're well, can you recognize my voice?"

The voice on the other side paused slightly, and then said:

"Mr. Yang, indeed we haven't seen each other in a long time."

"However, one of my subordinates just died on your end, and you're calling me now, have you identified the cause of death?"

Evidently, when Richard died over here, Wilson knew about it immediately.

In fact,

He knew the news even before Richard died.

Over here, a cold smile appeared on the leader surnamed Yang's face, but his voice and attitude remained unchanged, speaking calmly and with composure:

"We haven't identified it yet, but Mr. Richard's body can't remain on our side forever, right?"

"It's our custom to have the fallen leaves return to their roots!"

"His body should be buried back in his homeland."

Wilson on the other side of the phone sounded suddenly agitated:

"Don't bind us with your customs!"

"We're not asking for the body, we want the truth!"

"Tell me, why was the ambassador we sent over killed?"

Listening to Wilson's somewhat agitated voice, Mr. Yang didn't hold back, and directly said loudly:

"Mr. Wilson, watch your tone!"

The voice in the phone instantly retorted:

"What power do you have to tell me to watch my tone!"

"Ha!" Mr. Yang merely chuckled coldly and said:

"In today's world, no one dares to speak to us from a stance of power!"

"Not even you!"

After Mr. Yang finished speaking,

Wilson on the phone fell silent.

No one knew what he was doing or thinking about in that moment.

But on this side, neither Mr. Yang nor his companion said a word; they just waited quietly.

Finally, after a full half-minute, Wilson's voice came through again:

"Fine, I agree to your demand."

The voice suddenly softened, becoming more conciliatory?

Upon hearing Wilson's words, a faint smile appeared on Mr. Yang's face.

Yet Wilson's voice hadn't finished, as he continued:

"But if I take his body back, how will you conduct the investigation?"

Mr. Yang said calmly:

"There's no need for Mr. Wilson to worry, we have our methods."

"We promise to solve the case within a month, we won't go back on our word!"

Wilson on the phone was silent again for about ten seconds, then said:

"Alright, since Mr. Yang puts it that way."

"I will send someone to retrieve Mr. Richard's body."

"No!" Yet, Mr. Yang surprisingly rejected this notion.

Wilson on the other end was taken aback:

"What do you mean no? Mr. Yang, what do you mean by that?!"

Mr. Yang's voice was calm as he continued:

"The reason I'm calling Mr. Wilson is because of my trust in you personally."

"If after Mr. Richard returns, any discrepancies arise similar to what happened here, it would bring us unnecessary trouble—it's not worth it."

"Therefore, I request Mr. Wilson to come in person!"

"Me?"

Wilson was taken aback once again.

Then the phone fell silent again.

This silence lasted even longer than before, almost a minute.

Finally, Wilson opened his mouth to speak:

"Fine, I will come personally!"

Mr. Yang smiled with satisfaction and said:

"Then we will look forward to Mr. Wilson's visit, goodbye."

After saying this, he hung up the phone.

"Phew—" Mr. Yang let out a small sigh of relief.

Then, slowly turned his head to look at Shen Hanshan, who was sitting there like a primary school student.

"So you heard it, it's your request, he will personally come."

"Heh heh heh!"

Shen Hanshan immediately showed a silly smile and stood up:

"Thank you, leader, you've worked hard!"

"I'll go spread this good news right away...."

Saying this, Shen Hanshan was about to leave while speaking.

But Mr. Yang raised a hand:

"Wait!"

"Did I say you could go?"

Shen Hanshan stopped awkwardly:

"Leader, your instructions."

"You," Mr. Yang shook his head helplessly at Shen Hanshan, then continued:

"I really shouldn't have made that call, do you know how many things this call is entangled with?"

"I know..."

Shen Hanshan nodded awkwardly.

Mr. Yang looked at Shen Hanshan and continued:

"It was out of trust in you that I made this call."

"But if Mr. Wilson comes in person and the issue isn't resolved, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"I know!" Shen Hanshan's response was much firmer this time.

He stood up straight, chest out, and declared firmly:

"Rest assured, leader!"

"I, Shen Hanshan, swear on my family's reputation that there won't be any issues!"

Mr. Yang looked perplexed: "Why would I need your family's life? Is this the old society?"

"Alright, remember what you just said, now go."

"Okay, leader!"

Shen Hanshan nodded and bowed once more:

"You can rest assured!"

"I'll be heading out now."

After finishing his words, Shen Hanshan cheerfully opened the door to the room and trotted out.

After Shen Hanshan left, the leader sitting opposite Mr. Yang smiled and said to him:

"You're not just trusting Shen Hanshan, are you?"

Hearing his words, Mr. Yang also laughed:

"If it wasn't for the military order from the Special Ninth Bureau, you really think I wanted to make this call?"

"Although I've long wanted to scold Wilson to his face, but, is that possible?"

"Hahahaha!" Hearing Mr. Yang's words, the leader opposite him stood up laughing, then said with a meaningful glint in his eye:

"Who knows, once Wilson arrives, you might really get to scold him to his face?"

"Hmm?" Mr. Yang's eyebrow lifted slightly!

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