After Ye Fan and Qiu Wen left, the hotel’s owner stared intently in the direction of their departure.
Brother Liang instructed, "Those three foreigners committed suicide. If anyone asks, just tell them that, understood?"
"Yes, yes, Brother Liang, I know how to say it." The owner regained his composure and assured firmly.
"Get this done, and there will be significant benefits in the future." Brother Liang said.
"Thank you, Brother Liang, for your promotion." The owner’s face lit up with a broad smile.
Soon after, Lin Bowen arrived at the hotel with police assistance.
In the room, Lin Bowen looked at the three corpses with indignation and thought, "It must be Ye Fan, that bastard. It must be him."
"Any discoveries?" Lin Bowen inquired.
A bodyguard rose from examining the three corpses and affirmed, "Reporting to you, young master, these three are certainly suicide cases. From my expert judgment, the muscular guy first strangled Wilson, then he and the curly-haired guy blew their own brains out."
This result convinced Lin Bowen, but what puzzled him was why Wilson, who had traveled miles fearing death to seek refuge, would commit suicide. To say there’s no hidden trick here is something he’d never believe.
"Gentlemen, I have already said these three committed suicide. You didn’t believe me until now. They settled the room, I just led them inside, and suddenly they died on their own. Scared the hell out of me, I immediately called the police, then you came." The hotel owner pledged solemnly.
In his heart, he was equally shocked. Could these three really have committed suicide?
If that’s the case, then the capabilities of the boss behind this are indeed extraordinary, guiding the three to suicide without leaving a trace. It’s incredibly bizarre.
"Did you see them commit suicide? What happened at that moment? Did you see anything clearly?" Lin Bowen pushed enthusiastically.
"I was petrified, how could I see clearly, I couldn’t even hide," the owner said, trembling with fear. "I just saw the three collapse like soulless bodies, it was too strange, I’m still puzzled, think about it, these foreigners wanting to die, didn’t choose a better-looking place, didn’t die at their own home, but came to this little shop to commit suicide, isn’t that lunacy? Maybe possessed by evil spirits, I can’t explain it otherwise."
"Did you see anyone suspicious, or any unfamiliar faces?" Lin Bowen asked, then pulled out a photo and asked meaningfully, "Especially this person, did you see him?"
The person in the photo was obviously Ye Fan.
"No." The owner inspected carefully, speaking firmly, then added, "Who’s the person in the photo? Looks quite handsome, more charming than a celebrity."
"Handsome my ass, stop with the nonsense." Lin Bowen got angry, with Ye Fan’s appearance resembling a cucumber, someone still blurted out lies, how could he not be angry.
"..." The owner swallowed hard, retreating timidly.
"Take us to the surveillance." Lin Bowen ordered impatiently.
"Can’t watch." The owner stated seriously, "The shop’s at the verge of closing, the few broken cameras are just decorations, meant to scare off timid wrongdoers, serve no purpose."
"Get out." Lin Bowen scolded.
"Yes." The owner suppressed his dissatisfaction and backed off.
"Young master, that owner definitely has issues, I think he’s hiding something." A bodyguard stated.
"An insignificant person doesn’t matter, now that they’re dead, why bother with so much." Lin Bowen said begrudgingly, "I’m certain, this is Ye Fan’s doing, knowing this is enough."
"What should be done now?" The bodyguard asked for instructions.
"Await orders." Lin Bowen walked away, dialed Old Fu’s number, and reported, "Old Fu, Wilson is dead, I guarantee, Ye Fan, that bastard, did it."
Then, Lin Bowen reported about Wilson’s escape and Ye Fan’s arrogant murder scene.
On the surface, he was reporting, but he was actually complaining.
He wanted to deal with Ye Fan, needing Old Fu’s authorization.
"How did this happen? Wilson, that fool, getting involved with Ye Fan, isn’t that like a sheep entering the tiger’s mouth, digging his own grave?" Old Fu’s usually composed voice carried a trace of anger, with Ye Fan’s identity as the Terminator almost confirmed, now this chaos happened, what should be done now.
Without concrete evidence, how to make Ye Fan confess he’s the Terminator, if he casually denies it, how can anyone challenge him?
Thus, Old Fu urgently needed Wilson as a witness.
Unable to understand Old Fu’s words, Lin Bowen asked for instructions, "Ye Fan is bold and reckless, I suggest eliminating him."
"Don’t act recklessly, Ye Fan is untouchable, unable to be moved. There are things you don’t know, but not knowing has its advantages, you only need to understand, Ye Fan is not someone you can afford to provoke, know your limits. If you exceed, he truly will kill without caring about your status, understood?" Old Fu advised earnestly.
"Yes, I understand." Lin Bowen agreed nonchalantly, internally, he didn’t take Ye Fan seriously, secretly vowed to eliminate Ye Fan to calm his rage.
"Transport Wilson’s body back quietly, maybe we can let Wilson speak again. If his brain cells aren’t dead, then transfer his memory to someone else, with that, there’s no fear Wilson’s secrets will remain unknown." Old Fu emphasized specifically.
"What should I do?" Lin Bowen sought advice.
"Send the body to a secret base, then go to the city’s first hospital to pick someone up, Han Guoqing, Dean Han. In this field, he’s an authority and our ally, coordinate with Dean Han to get this done well." Old Fu instructed.
"Yes." Lin Bowen replied respectfully.
Having failed to complete the task, letting Wilson die, he must handle the upcoming tasks flawlessly, completing Old Fu’s entrusted matters was essential to save face.
Lin Bowen’s side, Wilson’s memory transfer plan was in motion.
On another side, Zhang Lu found herself in a difficult dilemma.
Her family had found out about her relationship with Ye Fan.
What they didn’t know was Ye Fan was just a shield, they believed it to be genuine.
So, the family issued an order for Zhang Lu to bring her boyfriend home, which frustrated Zhang Lu, she didn’t know how to handle it.
Taking Ye Fan home, given her father’s character, there’d definitely be a clash.
But ignoring the family’s order was impossible.
With no other option, Zhang Lu sought help from Mengyao.