Lin Zhengnan was a well-known figure in Binyang's business circles, so his funeral was naturally extraordinary. Everyone who attended was a prominent figure in various sectors of Binyang City.
However, on the other hand, no matter how extravagant the funeral was, what use was it when the deceased would never return, and everything had already passed like clouds?
As the saying goes, "out of sight, out of mind." No matter how splendid Lin Zhengnan's life had been, these important figures merely rushed to see him off and then hurried away.
Han Lian and Ling Zhenfei were a step late. By the time they arrived at the funeral home, the memorial service had already ended. Apart from Lin Yuluo and a few scattered people, the place was very quiet.
Though Lin Zhengnan's death had thrilled Du Kongting, as Lin Zhengnan's brother in his lifetime, he still had to maintain appearances in public. He had to not only bury Lin Zhengnan's ashes but also handle all the related affairs.
When Ling Zhenfei and Han Lian arrived, Du was busy with some staff members.
Seeing Ling Zhenfei coming, Du Kongting looked up and they made eye contact. Though neither spoke, the sharpness in their eyes seemed to communicate something to each other.
Ling Zhenfei's gaze was too intense, as if it could penetrate hearts, making even a formidable figure like Du Kongting hesitate to look back at him. Du briefly nodded awkwardly and passed by Ling Zhenfei.
"Zhenfei, without concrete evidence, we can't just suspect someone," Han Lian spoke after he had been intently watching the direction Du Kongting left in, which Han Lian had noticed.
She seemed to have guessed what Ling Zhenfei was thinking, and in fact, Han Lian held the same suspicion. But as a police officer, everything had to be based on evidence; without evidence, any suspicion wouldn't stand.
"Han Lian, regardless, Du Kongting is the prime suspect. At least, his previous attempt to have someone kidnap and kill Lin Zhengnan is an undeniable fact!"
Ling Zhenfei certainly knew Han Lian was right, but he couldn't just stand by and watch Du Kongting walk free.
Whether for Lin Yuluo or for the justice he held in his heart, he must avenge Lin Zhengnan.
"Ah!"
Han Lian glanced at the departing Du Kongting and then at Lin Yuluo who was standing still in front of the spirit hall, and couldn't help but sigh softly:
"Fortunately, the murderer Tan Shaojie who killed Lin Zhengnan is in our hands. If we interrogate Prisoner Tan rigorously, it won't be hard to figure out whether he has any connection to Du Kongting."
"Yes, you're right. Maybe we should look for a breakthrough with Tan Shaojie. Let's go, let's check on Young Miss Lin!"
Ling Zhenfei nodded slightly in agreement, and they both walked towards Lin Yuluo.
Lin Yuluo had been standing with her back to them in front of the spirit hall, beside her was a young man in a suit, handsome and quite western in appearance, who occasionally tried to console Lin Yuluo.
However, the pain of losing her father lingered in Lin Yuluo's heart, leaving her standing there like an empty shell, trembling slightly.
Clearly, no amount of consolation from anyone could alleviate the sorrow in her heart at the moment.
Several bodyguards in black suits stood outside the spirit hall. Seeing Ling Zhenfei and Han Lian approach, two of the bodyguards immediately stepped forward to stop them from entering.
"Sorry, we are friends of Young Miss Lin." Ling Zhenfei pointed towards the spirit hall to clarify their identity.
He hadn't met any of these bodyguards before. Looking at them now, he realized that they were all martial artists with cultivation around the Mid Xiantian Realm.
These bodyguards exuded an unpleasant and sinister aura, causing Ling Zhenfei considerable discomfort.
"I'm sorry, the funeral is over, and no one is welcome to enter!"
The bodyguards looked indifferent; they didn't listen to Ling Zhenfei's explanations and continued to block the entrance without showing any facial expressions.
"What happened? Who are these two people?"
The young man standing beside Lin Yuluo was also alert. Hearing the argument outside, he walked out, his face as cold as ice, and stared fixedly at Ling Zhenfei and Han Lian without any expression.
"Young Master, these two people claim to be Miss Lin's friends and want to pay their respects to Chairman Lin!"
One of the leading bodyguards immediately bowed respectfully and reported to the young man.
Young Master?
Hearing the bodyguard address the young man, Ling Zhenfei felt a trace of doubt rising in his heart, secretly pondering the young man's identity.
Who exactly is this person? His status seems extraordinary.
Moreover, his ability to approach Lin Yuluo in such an environment proved his unusual relationship with the Lin Family.
Then, he must be...
Ling Zhenfei thought for a while, seeming to have guessed the young man's identity.
"You are Yuluo's friends? Hmph, I know all about Yuluo's friends, and I've never heard of you. Besides, you should look in the mirror. With your appearance, do you even deserve to know Yuluo?"
While Ling Zhenfei was pondering the young man's identity in his heart, the young man also sized him up and down before a scornful sneer spread across his lips, showing disdain.
This young man might look dignified, but his words were so blunt; he clearly was an ill-mannered spoiled rich kid.
Ling Zhenfei didn't want to argue with him, but given the guy's attitude, he felt compelled to confront him.
He walked forward unapologetically and said, "Wow, who is this so-called 'Immortal' who speaks so arrogantly? If I'm not mistaken, you must be the son of a family retainer from the Lin Family, right? A mere retainer's son daring to be so arrogant, do you really think you're a young master?"
"You...what did you say? You dare call me a retainer's son?"
The young man was actually Du Xiaowei, the only son of Du Kongting who had just returned from studying overseas; Du Xiaowei always had an arrogant and self-important attitude, considering himself a rich second generation.
His greatest fear was having his identity pointed out, and now hearing Ling Zhenfei openly call him "a retainer's son," he was so angry he seemed about to explode, glaring fiercely at Ling Zhenfei.
Ling Zhenfei had long seen through his identity. If it weren't for Du Xiaowei's arrogant attitude, he wouldn't have mentioned it. But now, since Du Xiaowei had brought it upon himself, Ling Zhenfei didn't mind playing the villain.
"What, am I wrong? Your father Du Kongting is the steward of the Lin Family, isn't a steward a retainer?"
"No! Not true! My dad is not a steward; he is the vice president of Lin's, a brother to Uncle Lin!"
Due to his studies abroad, Du Xiaowei had a strong sense of clan hierarchy and was always interested in Lin Yuluo. He never wanted to create an impression that he and Lin Yuluo were mismatched!
"Hmph. A brother? Chairman Lin might see your father as a brother, but I doubt your father sees him as a brother."